In 1987, the Chipmunks and the Chipettes exposed diamond smugglers Klaus and Claudia Vorstien.
After years of rotting in prison, Klaus miraculously escaped.
Then, both his fortune and his sanity gone, he returned to Los Angeles, bent on revenge…
Klaus was not the casual, distinguished man he once was.
Years of prison life had taken their toll; his lanky body had become large and heavily-muscled; his black hair-streaked with white-had fallen out from stress.
His most distinguishing feature, however, was the mysterious scar over his left eye that he had obtained sometime during his captivity-the scar he thought of as his most precious possession.
Klaus' personality, too, had transformed: once concerned with antique vases and Pierre Cardin socks, he was now a man obsessed with destroying those who had tried to destroy him: Alvin, Simon, Theodore, Brittany, Jeanette and Eleanor.
Tonight…tonight, I will finally begin to take my revenge!
Alvin sat on the concrete steps of a familiar concert hall, staring blankly at the poster advertising the Chipette's upcoming performance.
"I'm sorry, Brittany," he said, as if she was there with him, "I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! I never wanted for this to happen. I don't know what's wrong with me!"
Alvin wished he could touch her…kiss her…
"I wish I could take it all back, Brittany…I would give anything…"
"Anything?" asked an accented voice.
The dark figure of a muscular man appeared out of the darkness.
"What do you want?" Alvin yelled. "Just leave me alone!"
"What would you give to save her life?" the figure asked. "I happen to know that your darling Brittany is in danger."
Alvin shot up.
"In danger? How…how do you know?"
"I put her there."
The figure moved quickly towards the eldest chipmunk, his features now becoming distinguishable.
Alvin gasped as he realized who stood before him.
"We meet again, chipmunk," Klaus snarled.
"But…but…you're in prison!" Alvin stammered.
Klaus chuckled.
"Obviously not."
"How did you get out?"
"That is none of your concern; what you should be concerned about now is the safety of your fair Chipette. If you turn yourself over to me, I will release Brittany. If you don't…" Klaus' face broke into a horrible grin, "…her life is mine."
"How do I know you're telling the truth?"
"You don't. But, if you truly love Brittany, you will take that risk.Do we have a deal?"
Alvin hesitated.
"Deal."
Immediately, two burly henchmen snatched Alvin and hurled him into the back of a small, black van.
One down… Klaus smiled, …five to go.