Sorry for not posting in forever. I just had a ton of complications and was FINALLY just able to get back on; I also kinda forgot I put this story on hold until I read it and could have kicked myself when I got to that cliffhanger and not even I knew what was going to happen. Anyway, here goes!
Simon frowned, looking at his map. Unless this map was incorrect, they were heading toward toward exactly the same location as they had about twenty years ago, when he had been just eight years old. The exact island didn't appear on the map, but there was another island just past it that they were supposed to be on. Cold shivers ran down his spine as he remembered that he and his brothers had been about to be sacrificed that night; if the Chipettes hadn't intervened, there wouldn't have been any kids. And now, here they were again, trying to keep their children from making exactly the same mistake, and all because somebody couldn't keep his big mouth shut. He looked over at Alvin and Theodore. Alvin was looking out the window, while Theodore was happily eating an apple. After Theodore had found out that Thomas and Mollie were not at the park, he had actually insisted upon coming along.
Simon looked ahead, piloting the airplane toward the dot on the horizon that was the same island of twenty years ago. He half-smiled, wondering what had happened to all of those red t-shirts. They probably had worn out years ago.
Those children had certainly been helpful, at least to an extent. Although they couldn't give the money that Seymour had given him back because of this 'wager,' which required the participants to get to the starting place and then split into two groups, the prize being $5,000, they did lend them this airplane. They had another one, although it's purpose was unclear. Where exactly Seymour had gotten the money had been a mystery until Simon had noticed a substantial amount missing from his credit card. When Seymour did get back, he was in serious trouble.
However, something had been bothering Simon. "What if they get captured by those natives, the way we did?" he asked, thinking aloud.
"Don't worry, I've got a plan," Alvin reassured with a grin. Simon didn't trust that grin. He reassured himself with the thought that surely Alvin wouldn't do anything rash. It was twenty years later, after all, and Alvin had grown up along with himself and Theodore.
He still didn't trust that grin.
The four Chipmunks and Chipettes tiptoed out of the village as silently as they could. A twig snapped under Thomas's foot, and Seymore winced. Fortunately, there didn't seem to be anyone around who noticed. Just around the corner, and they'd be out of this place!
A guard on duty spotted them and raced near. Seymore hurried the other three on, but the guard kept getting nearer. He shouted something and suddenly they were surrounded by spears. There was only one way to go, and that was right back where they had come from. The message was clear.
The four sadly trooped back, where they were tied back-to-back in a cave. Seymour sadly looked up at the sky; it was slightly pink, meaning the sun was setting. They had only a few hours, not enough time to break out again. Not a happy thought.
"Well? Do you see them?" Claudia demanded angrily.
"Not yet, Claudia," Klause sighed, looking through his binoculars. "Wait! I see them!" He was looking at a new-looking airplane. The passengers couldn't be seen from outside. It started to move away, toward a small island.
"After them!" Claudia growled.