did you guys...
- We're talking Chipmunks, Dave.
We did get out there a lot earlier.
Not even that hard to do.
You came back for us.
Of course I came back, we're a family
- Holy nuts.
- What?
Am I going crazy or did he just say, family?
I know it, but I really missed you, guys.
I missed you too, Dave.
Me too... so did Alvin.
He's just too cool to admit it.
Yeah, too macho...
Miss... ed you too.
Sorry, I had something stuck in my throat.
I just said, I missed you too.
Whatever, who are you guys to judge me?
You know what, I missed my friend Dave.
I'll scream it from the rooftops.
I'm not afraid, I'm not ashamed.
That's right, I love you, Dave...
Come here.
- Dave?
- Yes, Alvin?
Now, can I steer?
Please, please, please.
- I've always want to work the windshield wiper.
- And I like to beat the horn.
Have at it, fellas.
- I'm a good beeper.
- Save some horn for the rest of us, man.
- Come on Dave, go faster.
- Not with you steering.
- Dave, you drive like a sleepy old...
- Okay, Alvin, that's enough.
- Enough of what? Of being awesome?
- Alvin, I said that's enough.
Hello Dave,
your boys.
Hey, If you guys behave, maybe I'll let you
call Uncle Ian again.
Deal?
Nooooo!
- Hey.
- Come on in.
- Hello Claire.
- Hello Ballerina.
- Hi guys.
- I hope you like toaster waffles.
And for us, classy chipmunks...
Not gonna say it.
Good Grief.
- You're still not gonna say it?
- Nope.
I'm gonna say it.
Alvin!
Oh, Dave.It's going. It's going.
And it's gone.
Whatever.
Maybe we should take a break.
That's it. I can't take this anymore.
I can't. I give up.
I'm sick of struggling for survival.
Competing with gophers and
earthworms and that loser sparrow...
...who always takes my nuts.
And I'm especially sick of this stupid...
...stupid tree.
- What's happening?
- Guys.
I think he 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 seen you since...
Well, since you said you never wanted
to see me again.
So I guess it worked.
What a fun day that was.
Let me guess.
You're late for something again.
- Same old Dave.
- Not following you.
You know,
the guy who's always fooling around...
...who can't handle
a serious relationship.
That was the old Dave.
How about we get together,
talk about the new Dave?
Tomorrow night. My place.
- I...
- Great.
- No...
- You look good, Claire.
Where are we?
Well, I think they remodeled our forest.
I like it. Stylish, yet functional.
Where did the mountains go?
Give me a break.
We're in a building, Theodore.
Dave.
- Ian.
- Hey, big guy.
Hey, you ever seen the view
from the 80th floor?
- No. They never let me past the lobby.
- What? I can't...
Hey, back off, man,
this is Dave Seville.
Mr. Seville, can I offer you
some muffins, scones, pastries?
No. I'd hate to be a bother.
It's no problem.
We have an omelet station.
Omelet station.
Can I get you some water
or a soy latte?
How about a shot
of wheatgrass juice?
Maybe later. Thanks.
Let's talk about your song, Dave.
Well, as crazy as it sounds...
...the original inspiration came to me...
- The song sucks, Dave.
- What?
- Your song? It's awful. I hate it.
You know, 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, all right?
And we've both come a long 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'll get there someday."
But I am your friend,
so I'm going to 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