It didn't take long for Dale's plan to work. Everyone was shocked. He had tried to be leader on the day that Fat Cat had stolen seashells to capture fish. That incident hadn't worked out too well, but it seems that Dale hadn't really been at the top of his game that day. Gadget had Fat Cat and the others distracted while Monterey played the piano. Zipper stayed in the shadows next to the light switch just as Dale had told him.
While all that was happening up top, Dale was wandering the old cat food factory underneath it, looking for his friend. It didn't take him long to find a small trail of blood drops. "Chip!" Dale ran after the trail as fast as he could, running through the maze of the factory. Wart, a moronic lizard, was guarding a door. Dale didn't have time to deal with him though, Chip was hurt and needed help. Dale grabbed some rope that he had stuffed into his bag. "Just gotta aim it right… got it!" He had latched onto the tail of the unfortunate lizard.
"What was that?" He looked towards the end of the rope and noticed the unfortunate chipmunk. "Oh, it's the other Chipmunk! Heh, Fat Cat will be so proud of me." He started towards Dale, only to find the young chipmunk running around his legs and tripping him up. "OOF!"
Dale then hit him on the head. "Night, night!" Wart was out like a light. Dale glared at the unconscious lizard, making sure he would no longer be any trouble. When he was satisfied, he ran into the room through a hole in the door that was large enough for Fat Cat. What he saw in the room was worse than what had been shown on the tape.
Chip was unconscious and tied to a chair, bleeding and bruised, as though he had barely come out of a war zone. Chip's coat was in tatters and his hat was on a nearby dart on a dart board with a picture of Chip on it.
"Chip… Chip!" Dale ran to the chipmunk and started untying him, all the while trying to reassure himself that his best friend wasn't dead. "Come on, Chip, talk to me! Chip! Oh please be okay!"
Chip could hear a voice, but he wasn't sure of whose voice it was. Everything seemed to echo to him. He barely managed to open his eyes. He turned his head towards what he thought was a memory. He recognized the outfit to be his own, but the chipmunk wearing it had a red nose and a surprisingly serious face on it. "D…d…Dale…?" He barely managed to whisper as Dale finally undid the rope and Chip started to fall forward from the chair.
Dale barely caught him. "I got you Chip. Just hang on." He picked up the poor chipmunk carefully and ran towards the Ranger Plane. He gently placed Chip in the back of the plane. He then flew up to find Gadget, Monterey and Zipper waiting for him just outside the casino. He let down the rope ladder and the two mice climbed up while the fly flew up as fast as he could.
"CHIP!" Zipper nearly screamed as he caught sight of the beaten rodent.
"Oh my! Chip!" Gadget's eyes widened with fear as she climbed into the passenger seat as Dale started the plane off towards their base.
"Oh poor little Chipper! He looks…!"
"Don't even say it Monterey!" Dale glared at him as he sat himself down next to Chip and Zipper. Monterey closed his lips and looked back to a cursing Fat Cat at the edge of his Casino building.