iluvchipettes123 = Hahaha...

Webweirdo332 = So, your winter break is coming? That's cute, mate. That's cute.

ChipmunksRule4ever = 'APPY BURTDAY! MALIGAYANG KAARAWAN! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO M'MAN CR4EVER! Yep, hope your birthday's better than mine.
And to answer your question: This story is dated 2 and a half years after Spring Break. So, that's 1 year and several months later. Their ages are written in the previous chapter.

MunkyRob = HUNGARY IS IN EUROPE!? MY WHOLE LIFE WAS A LIE!? My history teacher told me it's about west from Mongolia and still a part of Asia. That, or I haven't been listening. Gee, no wonder why I failed that test.

Thought I'd start with a POV.

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Brittany's Point of view (Did you miss me?)

A fine spring weather has anointed the children's début this afternoon. Annoying paparazzi and overly zealous fans crowded each sides of the red carpet we were walking on. Guards kept them at bay, but with persistence like those, I don't think they'll be able to hold that long. Fans held banners that said "I love you, Brittany/Jeanette/Eleanor" or even "Welcome back, Chipettes", but these people need to know that this may be the last time my sisters and I are ever going to appear in public again.

As we walked on the red carpet with Ally and Alienelle holding my paw, my eyes were set towards Alvin. His paw held AJ's paw, and Bryon rode on his back, and it reminds me just what kind of a loving father Alvin is. I'm so proud of him. And of course, as a mother, I'm proud of myself too. Just look at our kids now. They're so handsome, beautiful, innocent, and they're living a wonderful childhood.

"Mommy?" Under all the murmurs from the crowd, my daughter's melodic voice still soothes my ears. Alienelle had called me, and I looked down to answer her. Her face wrote the same innocence and the curiosity I'm always willing to feed.

"Yes, Nelle?" I answered her.

"Who are these people?" She asked.

I'm always willing to answer my children's questions, no matter how hard it is to do so, no matter how occupied I am as long as it doesn't ruin their innocence. Some mothers find it hard to do this, and it just sickens me. Mothers like that can make their children suffer in curiosity, and might even lead to peer pressure. I don't want that to happen to any of our children.
I smiled at her as I felt a hint of nervousness in her tone, assuring her that these people mean no harm... for now. "Don't worry, Nelle. They just want to take our picture."

"Why?" She asked again.

"They're called the paparazzi. You can admit, they can be annoying at most times, but it's their job. You're daddy and I are famous, and they take pictures of famous people." I answered.

"And their taking pictures of us too, right? Since your famous, then we're famous too, aren't we?" She asked again.

My smile widened. Of course they're famous. If it makes them happy to be famous, I'll make sure people will see their name everywhere they turn. "Of course you, are. You all are. You, Ally, AJ, Bryon, you can be famous if you want."

"Really?"

"Mhm." I nodded.

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Alvin

Bryon still rode on his back and AJ still held his paw as they walked through the red carpet, Brittany, Ally, and Alienelle close behind them. They ignored the endless flashes of the cameras as they made their way to the end of the carpet. As soon as they got there, Alvin let go of AJ's paw and placed Bryon down carefully. Brittany, Ally, and Alienelle caught up with them. Brittany let go of their daughters' paws and placed her paw on his shoulder. Alvin responded and wrapped his arm around her waist.

They greeted fans once more, waving at them. A few autographs were asked by some children and zealous fans and some photos were taken by the media. Soon, a boom microphone attached to a rod lowered, and a reporter and a cameraman greeted them.

"Alvin, Alvin Seville!" She called, wearing a simple jacket and jeans, holding a microphone. "Do you have anything to say to your fans right now about the return of the Chipettes and the début of your children?"

Alvin didn't feel the need to walk closer to the boom microphone, since they can already be heard. "Um,... this is probably the last time the Chipettes are going to appear in television. As for our kids, I thought I'd introduce you to them. They haven't met any humans before, so take it easy on them."

Alvin looked behind him and called for the children. They approached him and his and Brittany's paws.

"These are our kids." Alvin declared. "I suppose I told you their names already. This one's Alvin Jr..." Alvin knelt down and placed an arm around AJ's waist. "...and this one's Bryon." He did the same with Bryon and kissed him on the cheek. "Alvin, Bryon, say hi."

He saw Alvin and Bryon putting on a shy smile. "H-hi." They waved. Most of the young ones from the crowd awed, and the rest just kept flashing cameras.

"And of course, we can't forget our two princesses." Alvin gestured. "This is Ally, and this one's Nelle." He pointed the girls embraced by their mother's arms.

Just like their brothers, they flashed a shy smile. "Uh... Hello"

Alvin caressed AJ and Bryon's arms one more time before standing up and facing the crowd again. "That's all you need to know for now. Claire Wilson will provide the rest of the information. But don't expect to know everything. For safety reasons, we won't give you their personal backgrounds."

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The old building was rusty as if it's survived thousands of carpet bombing from the second world war. It had an orange colour, making its cracked and stained windows visible. It's surrounded by dark alleys from its sides and back, and in front of it laid a dark road. Practically abandoned, the smell of spoiled and rotten Thai food, booze, and pizza filled the air.

Room 32, one of the few rooms that's occupied. It's a small apartment room. Inside, small pizza boxes were laid at the corners, and beer bottles, either broken or cracked were scattered all over the living room. The couch was occupied, the T.V. was on. And there, he saw them.

The rats, he thought. They're the one who started this. They're the one who ruined his life.

"Hey, dawg, what're looking at?" Another man stepped inside the living room, his voice was slurred and in his hand, a bottle of beer squeezed between his fingers. He used everything in sight to keep him from tripping.

He didn't answer, instead, he reached for the remote and increased the volume. The high-pitched voice came out of the television.

"-... the return of the chipmunks and their children, here at Carnival dreams." The reporter said. "Alvin! Alvin Seville! Do you have anything to say to your fans right now about the-"

"These rats are gonna pay." He said, reaching for a booze from the table and swallowing the contents down like water. "They did this to us, and they're not gonna get away from this."

His companion walked closer to the couch and sat down beside him. "Ey, man, they're just rats. Ye, they got us expelled, but we ain't got no problem here-"

Not wanting to here anymore, the man threw his beer bottle across the room. It broke with a loud sound. He faced his companion with a deathly glare and a face that wrote a deep grudge. "DON'T YOU EVER DISAGREE WITH ME!"

"Whoa, whoa, dude, chill, man!" His companion raised his arms in defence.

The man sat down, released his angry glare and looked back at the television.

"That's all you need to know for now." One of the rats had said.

The face of Alvin Seville just made him want to throw all the beer he drank. Slowly, he grabbed the knife from the table next to where he'd put the beer. He held the knife across his face, then set it down on the arm rest of the couch.

"But don't expect to know everything..." The rat said. His voice made his muscles contract, gripping the knife as hard as he could.

"That guy's dead. The rats, they're all dead."

"For safety reasons -"

"Haha, safety? Not a chance. With me around, they won't last a week."

"Dude, what's the big deal, man?" His companion asked.

"The big deal is, Mr. Smith, look what they did to us. Expelled, not a job, and we rob people. Haha, nothing could be better than a life with no rules. Our parents kicked us out after getting expelled. And it's all because of them." Holding the knife across his face again, he looked at his reflection from the steel. His blonde hair turned ruffled, the perfume he wore years ago now replaced by the stench of alcohol.

"What are you up to?" His companion asked.

"Hmm, I haven't thought about that." He smiled to himself as something popped out of his mind. "Ah, I know. Our parents lost their sons because of them. Now, why don't we show them how that really hurt. You know? My dad kicked me out, and that was the first time I've ever seen him cry like that. He told me mom nearly killed herself." He gave a soft laugh, but still it sounded hysterical. "Why don't we show the rats how it feels like to lose a child."

"Hey, dude, don't be ridiculous, man. Their kids are like ten years old. If the police gets involved, then we're dead."

"I already thought of that." He replied. "We won't let them get the police involved. Keep the kid alive, but barely."

"Dude, you're insane. They're just kids, man."

Suddenly, he grabbed his companion's neck, choked him and held him at one edge of the couch. With the knife on his other hand, he placed it close to his neck. "Are you defending them? They did this to you too." He said in a soft, yet dark voice.

His partner choked. "H-hey, man... l-let go! I-... I can't breathe!"

"Are you with me? Or are you backing down? Either way, they're still dead. And if you don't help me, I'll make sure bury them with you on the same spot!"

"... A-Alright, alright, just let go!"

On queue, he did as he said and released his grip. He stared at his reflection at the steel of the knife again. "Good. Now let's get started." He got up and started walking towards the door.

"They said they were in that ship. With tight security, you can't get there, man." Still recovering, he managed to choke the words out.

He stopped and faced him with a dark grin. "Whoever said I was going there?" He gave a sinister chuckle before walking out the door.

Guess who that guy is. That's all I have. If you hated that part, I'll delete it right away.

I'm in a hurry, so I'll make this quick. This was supposed to be a First person POV story, but I lost my touch, so I decided to stick with third person.