Ten Years Later

Not much has changed since Dave met his boys. He gave the trio each these old turtleneck sweaters that he owned when he was around their age. They're still a handful, and Dave is still trying to write a song while living in the same dumpy cabin. Sometimes I think Dave keeps the boys around just to drive him crazy, because that's definitely what they're best at.

"Morning, Dave!", said Simon, the chipmunk in the blue sweater, as he rushed by to get to the bookshelf, knocking over Dave's music sheets. Simon, the tallest of the three Chipmunks, is also the smartest. In fact, his IQ is almost as high as Albert Einstein's! Because of his intelligence, Simon is the most responsible of his brothers, but that doesn't mean he's above causing a little trouble from time to time. As Dave went to pick up his sheet music, a small, green-cladded hand reached out to help him. The hand belonged to Theodore, the chipmunk in the green sweater.

"I'll get them, Dave", he said. While he appreciated his help, Theodore was eating a peanut butter sandwich and his hands were all sticky, making the music sheets sticky.

"uh, Thanks," said Dave, trying to hide his disgust as he took the sticky sheet music from Theodore. Theodore happily wandered off, oblivious to the fact that he had just stepped on the sheet music. Dave was grateful for Theodore's help, but his peanut butter covered hands got all over the sheets, making them sticky and almost impossible to read.

Even though Dave knew they were the same age, Theodore was treated as the youngest brother of the The Chipmunks and is just so sweet, innocent, and gullible that you can't help but adore him. Suddenly, as Dave was picking up the rest of his sheets, he heard the sound of rolling wheels coming towards him. Suddenly, a flash of red raced past on his skateboard.

"Sorry, Dave", said Alvin, the chipmunk in the red seater, as he sped through the cabin on his skateboard.

Dave sighed. Ever since the chipmunks had come to live with him, there had never been a dull moment. Out of all of them, Alvin was the most impulsive and mischievous. In his role as the self-proclaimed leader of his group, he reveled in the chaos that often ensued from his actions, often getting himself, his brothers, and even Dave into hot water with their landlord.
"Boys, please watch what you're doing?!," Dave pleaded, "I'm trying to..."

As Dave was picking up the scattered papers, a loud knock came from the door.

"We'll get it, Dave!", said the brothers as they rushed to the door, once again causing Dave to spin in his chair and papers to fly into the air. The boys opened the door and was greeted by their ever so greedy landlord in his trench coat and hat, who Alvin suspects is trying to get them to get rid of them on purpose. The landlord looked at the trio of troublemakers standing in front of him and gave a long sigh.

"Oh, look who it is," he said. "The little hellions... I mean bundles of joy who have taken several years off my life."

Alvin scowled at the man's remark. "Well, if it isn't the annoying, money-grubbing pain in the—"
"Alvin!", Dave exclaimed, cutting Alvin off.
"What?", Alvin said with an innocent look on his face. "I was going to say 'tail'!" Dave ignored the blatant lie and nervously turned his attention towards the landlord.

"Um, hi," he said, his voice shaking. "I'm guessing you're here for—"
"The rent," interrupted the landlord, "NOW, Mr. Seville." Dave swallowed hard and handed over the rent check. As the landlord snatched the check from Dave's hand and started counting, the boys looked on with annoyance.

"Now that you have your rent," Alvin said, "you can go now."

The landlord just rolled his eyes. "You're short, Seville. Three hundred dollars short." Dave and the chipmunks stared at the landlord in confusion.

"That's Five hundred dollars!", Dave exclaimed, "But I thought it was only two hundred!"

"Very astute of you, Seville," the landlord smirked, "It was two hundred, until you brought these three rodents into one of MY cabins!" The chipmunks snarled at the landlord.

"Who are you calling a rodent?!" Alvin demanded, rolling up his sleeves in preparation for a fight. Luckily, Simon and Theodore were there to restrain him.

"Perhaps I wasn't clear all those years ago, Seville", said the landlord as he rudely entered the cabin, "I distinctively remember saying no PETS!" Before he could take another, the landlord tripped and fell flat on his face. The landlord looked back and saw that his shoelaces where tied together. To make matters worse, The landlord had realized he fell at the foot of the boys, who were smirking at his dismay.

"If you hadn't notice", said Alvin, cockily, "We're not pets" The landlord growled as he stood tall over the chipmunks. Before he could do anything else, Dave stood in front of his boys to protect them.

"Now, listen, you!", said Dave, sternly, "I've already paid my rent, so this is STILL my house and WE would like you out!" The landlord was shocked that Dave just stood up to him like that. Dave grabbed the landlord by his arm and dragged him to the door to "kindly" toss him out of his home.

"I'm warning you, Seville", threatened the landlord, "If you don't get rid of your little pests, I will get them, along with you, myself!"

"You've said that for the last ten years and you might as well continue to because I'm NOT getting rid of them!", said Dave and he slammed the door shut.

The chipmunks watched in awe as Dave threw their greedy landlord out of their house.

"Good work, Dave!" Alvin shouted. Dave remained silent, and the chipmunks grew worried.

"Dave?" Theodore said softly. Dave sighed and rested his head against the door. He was already struggling to pay rent, and now he'd paid only half, not to mention acted rude towards his landlord. It was just a matter of time before they were evicted. And what would become of the boys then? How would he take care of them if they didn't have a home? The boys could tell he was upset, and they wanted to help.

Alvin looked over at Dave's piano, and an idea flashed into his mind. He nudged Simon and Theodore, and they knew instantly what he wanted to do. While Dave was still slumped against the door, Theodore grabbed his hand innocently.
"Not now, Theodore," Dave said, waving him off. But Theodore was persistent, and his brothers helped him pull.
"Come on, guys," Dave said. "I-I'll play you three later." The boys didn't listen. They dragged Dave all the way to his piano. Dave knew what they were trying to do the moment they sat him down.
Whenever Dave was struggling to write music, he and the boys would take a break and sing a song they made up called the witch Doctor.
"Guys, come on," Dave said, smiling a little, "We don't have time for this."
"That's never stopped us before," Simon pointed out. Dave knew he had a point. He made himself comfortable at the piano, put his hands on the keys, and started playing.

Dave:
I told the witch doctor I was in love with you
I told the witch doctor I was in love with you
And then the witch doctor, he told me what to do
He said that

The Chipmunks:
Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang
Walla walla, bing bang
Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang
Walla walla, bing bang
Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang
Walla walla, bing bang
Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang
Walla walla, bing bang

Unbeknownst to the happy family, The landlord was spying on them through the window from a nearby tree.

"You WILL leave the premises, Seville", he said.

"...You and your chipmunks..."