The Rescue Rangers spent a week meeting the people who knew "Chipperson" and "Dalton", the detective twins from their childhood. Apparently, they had run off when they had been fifteen, but had arrived with their father when they were three. Their father had died when they were six, or at least they assumed he had, having gone missing one day. The gang had been formed when the Chipmunk Twins as they were also known, had turned twenty. The gang had met with the local children that had been trouble before Chip and Dale had turned them around, and the local trouble that had stayed trouble. Thankfully, Monterey had made sure that the troublemakers didn't give the boys any trouble.

Today was Friday though, and Gadget had decided that Chip was ready to get out of the wheelchair. The Rescue Rangers had been staying in the orphanage with Ms. Grey, as she had insisted on it, but Chip and Dale wanted to check out something on their own.

"This is it, Dale…"

"Yeah…" The two chipmunk twins were standing in front of an old tree stump that had once been their house. The windows had cobwebs in them, and the door looked worn. "Um… Chip… I'm…"

"Scared?" The red nosed chipmunk nodded slowly. "Me too… together?"

"Right." The two chipmunks slowly made their way to the abandoned tree stump house and slowly opened the door. The old place still looked just like they had left it, only dustier, much to the surprise of the two chipmunks. "You know… I keep hoping that he'll come back and scold us for not cleaning our room…"

"Yeah… me too. Speaking of cleaning…" Chip walked over to an old closet and pulled out an even older looking broom. He also pulled out a mop and handed that to his brother. "Ready?"

"Ready."

"Clean!" The two shouted in unison as they started their attack on the dust bunnies in their old home. After two hours, there was a knock on the door. The boys had just finished cleaning up the old tree stump and were curious as to who it could be.

"Um, hello?" Dale stuck his head out carefully and frowned at what he found. It was Johnny No-legs, the snake. Dale took a deep breath. "Chip, Johnny's here to say hi."

The snake looked at the chipmunk funny. He thought for sure that the little furball would run for the hills at the sight of a large green snake with a baseball hat on backwards.

"Coming, Dale." Chip smirked and adjusted his hat. He then looked at the chair that Dale had been sitting on and noticed his bag. It had Danger Dale, or rather, Dalton's, hat and jacket. Chip shook his head and smiled as he left it there and walked to the door. "Hello, Johnny. How can we help you?"

"You aren't scared of me?" The twins looked at each other and then started laughing. "Wha? What's so funny?"

Dale was the first to recover from his laughter. "Hehehe, oh man… heh, Johnny, we haven't been scared of you since we were kids!"

"Yeah! We face scarier things just going outside our new home."

The snake's eye twitched. "Just what kind of chipmunks are you?"

Dale looked at the snake square in the eyes. "Hey, Chip. I don't think he recognizes us."

"You know, I think you're right, Dale." Chip gave a devious grin. "Maybe he'll recognize our real names better."

Dale sighed. "Yeah, but I hate my real name."

"So do I, but he won't recognize us without them."

"Ugh, fine."

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!" The snake shouted. The two chipmunks rolled their eyes.

Dale pointed to himself. "Dalton Chipmunk," then he pointed to his twin. "Chipperson Chipmunk."

It took a minute before the snake's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Within the next 20 seconds, the snake then slithered off, screaming at the top of his lungs about ghosts and dead chipmunks.

"How long do you think it'll take before he stops?"

"Remember the river?"

"That's about two miles away, what about it?"

"That's how long."

The two just kept laughing at the thought of the bully running away from them. Things had certainly got interesting since they had left.