money, okay? I'm talking about our own fur clothing line, cologne. Chipmunk Heat, something like that. Chipmunk wine coolers. - I mean... - They're just kids. No, they're rats. And they could make us both so much money... ...if you just let me work with them. - I can't hear you, the music's too loud. Don't go against me on this, Dave. I never lose. Has anyone tried the chocolate meatballs? I'll probably go into insulin shock. But it's worth it. Oh, a sweet, sweet, sweet molasses meat. Hey, Alvster. Love the song, bro. - Up top. - What's up, player? So I see you're enjoying my little spread that I've put out for you guys. What am I talking about? You probably eat like this all the time. Well, Dave says he doesn't wanna spoil us. Dude, you're a rock star. You're supposed to be spoiled. I mean, you should be riding in limousines and private planes. And you should be going to parties like this every night. Really? Because Dave says we need our sleep. Look, Alvin, this is hard to say but, I mean, I gotta be upfront about it. Dave's holding you back, you know. I could be making you 20 large a day. - Is that a lot? - Yes. Another thing... I'm not gonna tell you. I will tell you. Look, behind your back, Dave calls you... ..."the rats. " - Rats? - Yeah. Whatever, right? I know. Well, don't let it bother you. I mean, me? I consider you boys family. And if there's anything you need, anything at all... ...give your uncle Ian a call, all right? - Oh, right. - Ciao. Come on, pal. You drive like my grandmother. Get a wheelchair. Move over! Hey, guys, look at me. Up, up and away. Alvin. Can't help you, Simon. I'm about to take the lead here. Hey, guys, I have an idea for a new song. Hey, Dave. What's going on in here? I thought I told you guys to clean up. We are. - Who's that? - Uncle Ian hired us a housekeeper. She's also a masseuse. Come on, move over, road hog. Drive it or park it, pal. Get in the slow lane. - Where did you get that game? - Uncle Ian. Move it or lose it! Get some training wheels, buddy. Okay, you know what? That's enough. What are you doing? I was about to beat my high score. Too bad. Where's Theodore? Spit it out. - Spit it out. - No. Jett Records. Okay. That's it. Meeting. Now. Everyone on the couch. Could you give us a minute? Guys, look, it's hard, I know. Three months ago, you were hanging out in a tree somewhere and now you're... Major rock stars. Okay. Whatever. My point is just because you're... Major rock stars. Doesn't mean you can have or do whatever you want. Well, Uncle Ian says we should always be happy. Okay, you know what? He's not your uncle. He also, David, said that we should be making $20 a day. Guess what. You're making way more than that. And because I care, I'm putting it all away for you. Just like storing nuts for the winter. Oh, winter's for losers. Yeah. Shouldn't we have a say in how to build our investment portfolio? Where is all this coming from? You guys are just kids. - Kids, Dave, or rats? - What? Well, Uncle Ian says we're like his family. Oh, yeah? Well, if you love Uncle Ian so much... ...and don't think I'm watching out for you... ...why don't you go live with Uncle Ian? Dave? Are you still mad at us? Dave? "Dear fellas, I'm sorry, but... You should go back to your real home in the forest. " I guess he really does want us to go. I told you, Dave. I never lose. Boys, welcome to your new home. - Oh, yeah. Daddy's home. - Yeah. Can we play with all this stuff? Sure, why not? It's your house. So, what are the rules around here? Oh, I do have one rule... ...that there are no rules! - Cool. Four degrees elevation. Six degrees azimuth. Fire! Prepare to face the fury of my vengeance. Don't make me laugh. Pray for a quick demise, young chipmunk. Uppercut. Left. Fake-out, fake-out. Your kung fu is no match for my rockets. Sneak attack. ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Сто дней после детства на английском - текст Сириана на английском - текст Как львёнок и черепаха пели песню на английском - текст Служебный роман на английском - текст Вертихвостки 2 на английском |