Real tasty.
Unless, of course, you wanna sing.
Welcome to West Eastman, and thank you
for supporting music in our schools.
Now, remember,
the group you pick tonight
will win $25,000 for their school!
Now, we've got alot of acts,
and we have to turn the heat off at 9:30,
so without any further ado,
representing Orange Grove,
put your hands together for Li'l Rosero!
So, we meet again.
What? You want a piece of this, eagle?
- Ian Hawke?
- I'll take that.
I didn't realize
I pocket-dialed 1-800-LOWLIFE.
- Alvin?
- Brittany?
Yeah, could you guys fill in for us?
We're not gonna be able
to perform tonight.
What about the music department?
The whole school is counting on you.
I know. I know.
I should have listened to you about Ian.
- Don't tell me!
- Yep. He locked us in a cage.
What? This is the biggest you have?
I had my assistant call
and ask for the biggest limo.
This is not the biggest limo you have.
I'll go break the news to Dr. Rubin.
- Brittany?
- Alvin, don't move!
You got it!
Brittany, I'm coming to get you.
Simon, tell Jeanette how to pick the lock.
Roger that!
Oh, man. I need to get to the girls, fast!
I know how!
Jeanette, focus. The third number is
notoriously the hardest to crack.
I'm assuming it's a prime number,
but we can't assume...
Simon! The first two numbers were ones.
I got to go with one.
- It opened!
- All right, girls.
Ian's coming. Put the phone back. Hurry!
- Get ready to befabulous.
- We're ready.
Yeah, you better be.
Because tonight's performance is
going to put me back on top.
Next up, please welcome Charice!
Driver-man, take me to the arena.
VIP entrance.
How about a little moon roof action?
Moon roofs are go!
Rooves? Moon roof. Roofs? Rooves?
Champagne. Don't mind if I do.
You know why I don't mind if I do?
Because tonight, we've got to toast
to a very special someone
named me.
They said I couldn't do it.
They said I'd never bounce back.
Guess what? Time to kiss my sweet...
Oh, yeah.
A toast to the ladies who're gonna make
the world forget about the Chip...
- What...
- See you!
No. No, no, no! No!
What are you doing? Alvin!
Hi, Ian! Good to see you!
You never write!
- No! Brittany... No!
- Come on, girls!
I signed a contract!
- Jump, Jeanette!
- Wait!
- I'm not really good at...
- I got you.
I'm dead if you don't perform!
- Punch it, Alvin!
- You got it!
- No! Don't!
- Hey, Ian!
In the words of the Donald,
"You're fired! "
Alvin!
Hey! Hey. Hey, guys.
Any sign of Alvin yet? Huh?
No. No Alvin, and no Chipettes.
Just Dr. Rubin and, you know,
the entire school counting on us.
Well... Yeah, you know, don't worry.
Everything will work out-ish.
- Faster, Alvin!
- Don't worry.
I'm gonna get a little help
from my friend Digger!
- Roger that, Alvin!
- Look out!
Feels like I'm back at the race track.
- Hey! Careful!
- Keep going! What are you doing?
Yeah.
Wait till I tell everybody back home
I saved Alvin Seville.
I guess I owe you an apology about Ian.
Stick with me, Brit.
I'll never steer you wrong.
Oh, yeah. I'll never doubt you again.
I gotta say, he is definitely persistent.
- We have got to lose him.
- Hang on!
I've got a plan.
Jump on the count of three.
Three!
That's it.
I'm not really good with heights.
Just hang on tight, Jeanette.
Bring my girls right to me.
- We need the remote.
- Guys, I know what to do.
It's hats off to Ian.
The remote!
I can't reach it!
I'm going for it. Grab my ankles.
I got it!
I got it.
- Way to go, Jen!
- Nice work, Jeanette!
Good going, Jen! Hey, Ian,
you were wrong. I don't need these!
- My bad!
- Adios, Ian!
And now for our final act of the night.
Now, listen, we've had
a last-second change to the line-up,
but we don't think
you're gonna be too disappointed.
Representing West Eastman,
it's the Chipmunks!
We may have to go