Save some horn for the rest of us.
-Come on, Dave, drive faster.
-Not with you steering.
Dave, you drive like a sleepy old bear.
-Okay, Alvin, that's enough.
-Enough of what? Of being awesome?
Alvin, I said that's enough.
Hey, look, Dave, no paws.
Hey, if you guys behave, maybe
I'll let you call me ''Uncle Ian'' again.
Deal?
No!
Claire.
-Hey.
-Come on in.
-Hi, Claire.
-Well, hello, Clarina.
-Hi, guys.
-Hope you like toaster waffles.
And, for us classy chipmunks,
a bit of the bubbly.
Stupid cork. Doesn't--
I'm not gonna say it.
Good grief.
Are you still not gonna say it?
Nope.
I'm gonna say it. Alvin!
Okay!
Okay, guys, come on,
let's try it again.
Here we go, and sing.
Come on, sing for your uncle Ian.
Come on, sing.
Why--? Why won't you sing?
You know, I said, sing.
Sing.
Subtitles extracted by LeapinLarWhere Is The Moment We
Needed The Most
You Kick Up The Leaves
And The Magic Is Lost
They Tell Me Your Blue Skies
Fade To Gray
They Tell Me Your Passion's
Gone Away
And I Don't Need No
Carryin' On
Because You Had A Bad Day
You're Taking One Down
You Sing A Sad Song
Just To Turn It Around
You Say You Don't Know
You Tell Me Don't Lie
You Work At A Smile And
You Go For A Ride
You Had A Bad Day
You've Seen What You Like
And How Does It Feel
For One More Time
You Had A Bad Day
You Had A Bad Day
You Had A Bad Day
It's going.
It's going.
And ... it's gone.
Whatever!
Maybe we should take a break.
Ouch!!!
That’s it. I can't take it anymore
I can't. I give up.
I'm sick of struggling for survival.
Competing with killbirds and earthworms,
and that loser sparrow who always take my nuts.
And I'm spaciously sick of this
stupid, stupid, tree.
Whoa!
What's happening?
Guys!
I think she made it angry.
I'm awake.
I'm up.
and I'm late.
Demo.
Dave Seville.
Keys.
Bag.
Pants.
I need pants.
Pants are essential.
Claire.
Dave.
Hey.
How's it going?
I haven't see you since a ...
Well, since you said you
never wanted to see me again.
- I guess it work.
- What a fun day that was, huh?
Let me guess,
you're late for something again.
- Same old Dave.
- Not following you.
You know, a guy's always fooling around.
He can't handle a serious relationship.
That was the old Dave. How about we get together
and talk about the new Dave over dinner?
- I..
- Tomorrow night, my place.
- I... No..
- Great.
You look good Claire.
Where are we?
Well, I think they
remodelled our forest.
I like it.
Stylish, Functional.
But where do the nutties go?
Give me a break
We are in the building, Theodore.
Dave.
Ian.
Hey.
Big guy.
Ahh.
Hey, did you ever see
the view from 80th floor ?
- No. They never let me pass the lobby.
- What? I can't...
Hey back off man.
This is Dave Seville.
Mr. Seville, Can I offer you for some
muffins, doughns, pastries?
No. I hate to be a bother.
Really it's no problem.
We also have an omelette station.
Omelette station.. huh?
Can I get you some water? or a slim latte?
How about a shot of wheatgrass juice?
Maybe later.
Thanks.
Let's talk about your song, Dave.
Well, it's crazy as it sounds,
the original inspiration came to me.
The song suck's, Dave.
- What?
- Your song, it's awful.
I hate it.
I mean,
who's gonna sing it?
Justin, Fergie.
Not a chance.
I need something new,
I need something fresh.
- That is new.
- The next big thing.
Dave, we go way back,
alright...
We both come along way since college.
You, not so much.
I wanted to like that song.
But, you heard it. Not that good.
If I wasn't your friend, I'd say..
Dave you go right back out of this office,
and you keep writing music.
You will get there someday..
But I am your friend,
so I am gonna tell you that...
there is no sense in writing songs.
that no one is ever, ever going to sing.
Ever?
Excuse me.
Can I get some of that water?
We ran out.
Hey!!!
- Out of the way. Ouch. Slow down.
- Move your butt Theodore.
You step on my tail.
-