your French.
-You're going to Paris tonight. Okay?
-Let go. Just had my tail redone.
-No, wait.
-Put it with my stuff.
-Let us out of here. Let us out of here.
-No.
What? Ian, they don't want this anymore.
Just let them go.
But the guy just left. You should have
said something about five seconds ago.
Come back.
Ian, they need a real life.
Not all of this.
Besides, they just ruined the concert.
Word will get out,
no one will come to see them.
Dave, they're chipmunks who talk.
People will come.
Guys, with me.
Roll, that's how we roll
You'll never take us alive.
They just did take us alive, Alvin.
It's a figure of speech, Simon.
Instead of criticizing me, why not use
your big brain to think of a way out?
Go, go, go. Go.
Come on.
Step on it, Dave. You're losing him.
How did you guys...?
We are talking chipmunks, Dave.
We can get out of a cat carrier.
Not even hard to do.
You came back for us.
Well, of course I came back.
We're a family.
Holy nuts.
-What?
-Am I going crazy?
Or did he just say ''family''?
I know...
...but I really missed you guys.
I missed you too, Dave.
Me too.
-So did Alvin. He's too cool to admit it.
-Yeah, too macho.
Missed you too.
Sorry, I had some sentimentality
stuck in my throat.
I just said, I missed you too.
Whatever.
Who are you guys to judge me?
Okay, you know what?
I miss my friend Dave, okay?
I'll scream it from the rooftops.
And I'm not afraid. I'm not ashamed.
That's right. I love you, Dave.
Come here.
-Dave?
-Yes, Alvin?
Now can I steer?
Oh, please, please, please.
-I want to work the windshield wipers.
-Oh, and I'd like to beep the horn.
Have at it, fellas.
-I'm a good beeper.
-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.Where 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
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

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