Xander! Come on!
Back here, you dirty rats!
Hang ten, bros!
Scatter!
Go, go!
That way! Over there!
Oh, Ryan!
Hey, slowpokes!
Catch me if you can!
You're dead, fur ball.
Not!
It's wedgie time!
Oh! My butt!
Oh, boy. Uh... Eagle.
Eagle! Eagle!
Get them!
Bully! Bully!
This way! This way!
Gotcha!
Guys, wait, wait. Time
out! It's swirlie time!
Come on, come on, guys.
This is so 1980s.
Please! Please!
Oh, man! Come on.
Oh!
That's a good look for you.
Oh, thank you.
Can't swim. Help!
Grab on, Simon.
Thanks.
You okay?
Well, considering that you just
saved me from drowning in a toilet,
I'm pretty good.
I'll be right back.
Alvin! Alvin! We're not going
to solve anything with violence.
It's the fatty-ratty!
Cut it out!
This rat has
serious junk in the trunk.
Yeah, little fatty!
Stop it!
He jiggles
when I poke him.
Mommy!
Simon, does this make
my butt look smaller?
Theodore, your butt looks
fine. Those guys are just jerks.
Gentlemen.
You threatened to climb
inside of him and build a nest.
That was out of line.
I'm not even sure
that's physically possible.
I should suspend
all three of you.
Please do.
Instead,
I have a better idea.
Due to budget cutbacks,
we are in jeopardy of losing
our beloved music program.
That's awful.
I know.
But there is one
small ray of hope.
Every year the district
sponsors a music competition.
And the winner's
school receives $25,000.
If we win,
we can save our program.
And you want us to perform?
'Cause I didn't
think you were a fan.
Why don't you sleep on it?
Wait a minute! What is that?
That's us! Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait.
I look skinny.
Promise me that you
won't say anything.
A principal has
a certain image to uphold,
and if the faculty ever found
out about this, I could...
I just cannot believe that you're
actually sitting in my office.
I have all of your CDs. I even
went to see you last year in Denver.
That's where I got this.
It was my birthday.
And I was like,
"Oh! The Chipmunks! Ah!"
So what do you say? Will
you represent our school?
Honestly, suspension still
sounds pretty good to me.
Come on, Alvin.
What do you say?
One for all and
three for one!
Well put, Theodore.
Very well put.
Count us in.
Yay.
Go, Eagles!
Eagles? Where?
Ah, the penthouse level.
Tres exclusivo.
Isn't that that Chihuahua?
You know, from the movie?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, it... I
mean, yeah, of course it is.
A lot of big names live here.
I must have his autograph.
Hey, hey, Brittany, uh-uh.
You wanna be a star?
Act like a star.
All right? You don't get
autographs, you give them.
Oh. Right.
Uh... Hey, look, over there! There're
a couple of the Jonas Brothers.
Where?
I don't see them.
Here we are! Okay!
Let's scoot in to my...
What? Did I... Oh, darn it!
Darn it to heck!
What's wrong?
Girls, I apologize,
but I seem to have left
my keys back in my office.
What if one of you were to
shoot through that mail slot
and open it up
from the inside, huh?
Oh, I'll do it.
I'm stuck!
All right, I got you.
I got you.
Ow! Not so hard!
Might want to lay off the nuts. Oh.
All right, how about you, Glasses?
You're in better shape. Wanna go?
I'm not that great
at things like this.
I got it!
Yes!
Ooh! Impressive!
Nice!
Gee willikers! Stripes!
Oh, snazzy!
Circles! This is the
best tree house ever!
A red piano!
Oh, Brit.
Is this a dream?
Somebody pinch me.
This is way better
than a tree.
I just adore
a penthouse view.
Nice one, Hawke.
Yeah? You like it?
Do I?
I live here.
It's so beautiful!
Yeah.
Last time
We visited Meerkat Manor,
a rival group
called the Commandos
was making large inroads
into the Whiskers' territory.
Ah, Toby!
I thought Alvin was messy.
This is literally disgusting. I
feel like I'm living in a dumpster.
Simon, it's Meerkat Manor.
Watch with me.
You know, you're right. You're
right. I just need to relax.
Maybe that'll ease
my nerves a