Unfortunately for poor Meg, the day of the school carnival came before she even realized it. And of course Alvin and his brothers were more than happy to, um, help out!
"Look, guys, I know you see me as a surrogate mom and all, and you want to sing, which is fine, but...don't make a big scene, okay?" she told them. "I'm here with my new boyfriend, Jeremy, and well, I don't want to screw up like I did last time."
"You? A boyfriend?" snarked Alvin. "Ha!"
"Wait, what's so funny?" asked Meg.
"Nothing," lied Alvin. "I just didn't think you were-"
He was about to continue when Simon nudged him, then went up to speak to Meg.
"Fair enough," said Simon. "I don't plan on making one anyway."
"Cool, because guess what? I won't care about your performance, let alone watch. I'll be too busy hanging out with Jeremy and seeing how this stupid school can baby us yet again."
"Baby you?" asked Theodore.
"Well, you guys remember when I found you at Turtle Back Zoo, don't you?" Meg asked them. "Our teacher was too lazy to create his own lesson plan- he was too exhausted from the previous evening. You know those teachers and their wild and crazy nights!"
"She's got a point there," said Theodore. "Remember when our teacher decided to cancel class because she was too tired?"
"Naturally she was," said Simon. "Tired of putting up with Alvin, that is!"
"Oh, come on!" he said. "I'm not that much of a handful, am I?"
"Simon, stop bickering, Alvin, you're not a handful, just...don't do anything stupid, okay?" said Meg, dropping them off at a nearby stage. "You can do your little performance, go on some rides, have a little fun, and then we'll be all set, okay?"
"Sounds good to me," said Alvin. "But just so you know, you're not here to make us famous."
"Why would I care about that?" asked Meg.
"You know how we got into your backpack, Meg?" said Simon. "We were trying to escape a guy named Ian Hawk."
"Who the hell is he?" asked Meg.
"He tried to mooch off of us for fame and profit," said Theodore. "I'd explain, but it's kind of a long story."
"Okay, fair enough," said Meg. "But seriously, I'm getting really tired of talking to you guys, I've got to run. Bye!"
"Bye!" said the Chipmunks.
No sooner did Meg leave than the Chipmunks broke out into song, in particular the classic "Twist and Shout."
And of course, they caught the eye of a pretty blonde photographer who just so happened to be reporting on the event.
"Oh my gosh, a bunch of singing chipmunks! At James Woods High school!" she exclaimed, squealing like a fangirl.
"Oh, so just because we just so happen to be a group of chipmunks that can sing, that makes us special, doesn't it?" snapped Alvin. "And what if we were another species who could sing, then? Would you think we're so extraordinary?"
"I'd have to apologize for my brother," said Simon. "He's a bit of a smart-butt."
But the photographer wasn't really listening to his spiel. She was too busy working out her camera.
"Get in real close, boys," she said, trying to take a picture. "Make love to the camera!"
All three of them leaned in as she took a picture of them.
"Man, wait till they hear about this!" she exclaimed as she looked at the picture with a big smile on her face. "Musically gifted rodents make splash at High School fundraiser."
Meg, of course, couldn't be bothered. She was too busy hanging out with Jeremy, as they tried their hand at one of the many, many crazy rides which were available. And of course, getting junk food.
"Aw man, cotton candy...ice cream...DEEP-FRIED OREOS? Man oh man, our schools should have carnivals more often!" he said.
"Jeremy, we probably shouldn't be eating so much junk food," said Meg.
"Oh come on, it's a carnival!" he said. "Who do you think you are, Michelle Obama?"
"Very funny. Anyways, if you want her, she's over there lecturing her husband," she said, pointing to the ex-First Lady.
"Michelle, I don't understand. Why are we at a children's carnival again."
"First off, Barry, this isn't a children's carnival- it's for HIGH SCHOOL," said Michelle. "Second of all, obesity is at an all-time high. I need to stay relevant by going to school carnivals & preventing children from eating junk food. Have you SEEN the way Chris Christie looks?"
"But, Michelle, I-" Obama was about to say, when Michelle put her fingers to his lips.
"Don't "But" Michelle me, Barry," she snapped. "I'm your wife, and what I say, goes."
"You know, come to think of it, maybe we shouldn't be eating so much food. Let's be honest, if you eat too much junk food, you'll lose that healthy, sexy body of your's," she said, stroking his chest with bedroom eyes.
"Not to mention your chipmunk friends might eat the crumbs off the dirty ground if I drop any," he responded.
"Wait...what?" asked Meg. "How did you know about them?"
"She told me," he said.
"Who's "she?" she said. "Connie D'Amico?"
"Clarisse," he said.
"SHE DID?" snapped Meg, like a woman scorned.
"Yeah, she did," he replied. "When word got out that you had a bunch of singing chipmunks, she did everything in her power to share your story with the world. Or in this case, James Woods High School."
"Ugh, I knew she was trouble when she walked in!" snapped Meg. "I should have never told her about them."
"Woah, woah, woah, babe. Don't feel so bad. She's doing this because she likes you."
"She does?" said Meg, honestly more than a little flabbergasted.
"Yeah, she did" he replied. "In fact, when she found out you were out here struggling with making friends, she wanted to help. I mean, singing chipmunks- man, you're going to be the most popular girl in school!"
"Jeremy, what kind of pets I have is my business," she snapped. "Period."
"Look, babe, I know your life sucks now, but hey, this is as embarrassing as it gets, huh babe?"
Soon enough, Meg turned around and saw the Chipmunks, yet again, performing one of their songs- "Witch Doctor," the one she most feared they would do.
"Oh great," said Meg. "Look, Jeremy, I know we're here to have fun, but these guys...are..."
"Are what?" he asked sheepishly.
"Let's just say it's an absolute mess out here."
"Okay, babe," he replied. "I'll be right here if you need me."
Meg didn't respond, but immediately shrugged her shoulders as she went to the podium, figuring that she could easily put an end to this and nothing would or could go wrong if she intervened.
But as she walked up, she started to have second thoughts. On the other hand, these guys could be the ticket to my popularity...
But it was too late now. She was already up, microphone in hand.
"Hey, guys?" she asked, quite bewildered. "About those chipmunks...the ones that just performed?"
It was at that point she was speechless. Wait, How am I supposed to confront a group of people, let alone one that hates me about a performance they all enjoyed? she thought to herself. After all, they did enjoy themselves, and Clarisse did promote their relationship out of concern for Meg's social status. The least she could do was thank her, or at least not be so pissy about it.
"I just want to say...um...even though they're new here and kind of different, they're still my brothers and I love them."
"But I thought Chris was your brother!" said a young man in back.
"Yeah, he is," said Meg. "But anyways, I want you guys to...um...accept them for who they are. I know they're small...and furry...and squeaky-voiced...and to be honest, kind of annoying."
"Don't worry, we have a club for that," said a teacher in back.
"Wait...Furries?" asked Meg. "
"No, a club for annoying, squeaky-voiced guys," said her teacher, pointing to a sign that said "Squeaky-voiced little guys' in back.
"Oh," said Meg. "But, as I was saying, we all need to accept new kids, because nobody deserves to be an outsider. Believe me, I know what's it's like."
"When were you a new student?" asked Jeremy.
"I meant being an outsider," said Meg. "Look, just be nice to my new friends, okay?"
"Wait a minute," said a jerk jock in back. "She came up to the stage to trash them! She says she wants us to accept them, but then she calls them annoying!"
In a state of fury, all of the kids involved started pelting Meg with garbage and dead food. Horrified, she immediately left the stage, crying.
"Hey, babe?" asked Jeremy. "What's wrong?"
"I totally screwed up in front of everyone!" said Meg. "Over singing chipmunks."
"Look, babe," he said. "What they say about you isn't important. If it was, I wouldn't be dating you."
"But I'm such a screw-up!" she complained.
"What do you mean, you're a screw-up?" he asked. "I thought what you did out there was really cool."
"Easy for you to say," shrugged Meg. "You're my boyfriend."
He didn't respond, but merely looked at her, completely speechless.
"Look, Jeremy, here's the thing you need to know about me," she replied. "A lot of guys have dated me in the past. But it often ended in tears. They'd find me too ugly, or my Dad too embarrassing, or in some cases, the "guy" was actually a "girl." I can't imagine this going anywhere."
"Well, the important thing here is, we're here and you're beautiful. That's all that matters."
"I guess," said Meg, shrugging her shoulders. "I just wish everything here wasn't all screwed up."