Once upon a time in 105 Burtonwood Dr. "Laughing! Alvin gets in trouble with Dave yells his name. Oh?" "Hello! Open the window." A CGI animated remake red-clad ten years old troublemaker talking chipmunk Alvin Seville is outside. "Wow! AHH! There is a monster!" I screamed and noticed that. "It's not a monster. That's my father Dave Seville. Tell me what's your name?" He explained. "Dionne Allen," Alvin. "That's nice meeting you. Would my father Dave and I come in because of he and I stranded here from my dimension universe alternative TV show hometown," Dionne? A CGI animated remake red-clad ten years old troublemaker talking chipmunk Alvin Seville still standing on the windowsill. "Yeah. But, your dad Mr. Seville can't fit in because he is too humongous like Jack and the Beanstalks of my favorite storybook." I replied. "Do you have a backyard that my father Dave needs a shelter?" He concerned. "Of course! Tell him to go to my backyard," Alvin. 

Scene outside the backyard... "Is your clubhouse," Dionne? A CGI animated remake red-clad ten years old troublemaker talking chipmunk Alvin Seville pointed out that. "Absolutely! When my brothers and I were kids to build a giant fortress clubhouse ago." "Ew! That's a spiderwebs in it. Dave, would clean them out now?" He asked to his adopted human fifty-foot father and songwriter Dave Seville still knelt down on the ground near my old fortress clubhouse. "Of course! Deeply breath and blowing!" "Cool! Your dad Mr. Seville is strongest to blow all spiderweb away," Alvin? I exclamation expressed. "Definitely! I explain you later. My father Dave and I am starving now," Dionne. "Okay. I will make some collard green, corn muffins and fried chicken wings for both of you." 

 Previously in my old fortress clubhouse outside of backyard at 105 Burtonwood Dr. "Yummy! I never eat it before," Alvin. His adopted human CGI animated remake fifty-foot father and songwriter Dave Seville sat down on the hardwood panels tiles. "I poke your belly quite fattening," Dave? He puzzled. "Giggles! Maybe some fried chicken wings are grease too much." "Tell me how your dad Mr. Seville get taller," Alvin? I came in from my house. "When my oldest smart brother Simon and I fought over his growth spray potion accidentally to sprinkle at my father Dave heard and came in from the living room, but he started to getting bigger and bigger into a fifty-foot giant ago," Dionne. A CGI animated remake red-clad ten years old talking troublemaker chipmunk Alvin Seville confessed to me recently. "I recall that I watched on episode Theozilla you accidentally to turned your younger brother Theodore into a thirty foot giant like your dad Mr. Seville is." "Yes. It's little accidentally. Oh, wells?" He replied. "It's my mom coming here. Stay here with your dad Mr. Seville," Alvin. "Sure! No problem," Dionne. He closed the door. 

Scene on the driveway... "I thought you were stay in your room," Dionne. My mom came out of Lexus gray car. "I was cleaning up in my fortress clubhouse because um... There is dusty on the hardwood panel tile in it at the backyard," Mom. Her tween mute daughter explained. "Oh. Let's go in." She understood what I'm saying. 

The next day morning in my master bedroom at 105 Burtonwood Dr. "Oh? What are you doing here," Alvin? I woke up, but noticed at a CGI animated remake red-clad ten years old talking troublemaker chipmunk Alvin Seville stood on my white bed. "We have a serious problem with my father Dave won't listen me when he eats your foodstuffs in the kitchen," Dionne. He seems anxiety now. "Oh, man! Let's go and talk to him." I groaned. 

In the kitchen... "Yummy! I pick last fried chicken wing from the refrigerator." "Stop eating now," Giant Mr. Seville. I came here. "Good morning Dionne, I just hungry now." He sat down on the tan marble flooring tiles near the table counterpart. "You better go back to in my fortress clubhouse before my mom comes here! "But, I not finish to eat some flavored ice cream bar." Alvin's adopted human CGI animated remake fifty-foot father and songwriter Dave Seville spoke to me. "Oh, boy! Take it with you. Go with Alvin," Giant Mr. Seville? "Okay. I guess so," Dionne. He banged and ducked out of the window doors. "Sighs. I will clean up this mess before my mom sees that." Alvin's buddy girl picked the broomstick and sweeping all mess on the marble flooring tiles. "Yawning! Oh!? What's happens to this mess," Dionne? My mom came in from her master bedroom. "Um... A bear raids our foodstuffs from the white refrigerator," Mom. Her tween daughter explained. "Maybe let me to handle on that." "Sure, Mom. I have to go and check on that." 

Meanwhile in my old fortress clubhouse outside of backyard at 105 Burtonwood Dr. "Burping! I'm so full," Alvin. "Not good. You're so chubby like our neighbor babysitter Miss Miller," Dave. His adopted red-clad ten years old troublemaker son chipmunk Alvin Seville said. "Do you think I am so chubby?" He puzzled. "Yeah. Huh?" "Giant Mr. Seville, I told you not go enter my house because you break the window doors seems destroy!?" Alvin's buddy girl came in. "Whoops. I was so strongest to opened them," Dionne. "Oh, brother! Maybe your dad Mr. Seville is too chubbier to eat my foodstuffs," Alvin. I frustrated. "Don't worry. I will train him to lose weight immediately." He spoke to me. "Really?" "Of course. Trust me."