Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Road Chip Page #6

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Jock-a-mo fee na-na

(GIGGLING)

Yeah, this is where I

dropped them, all right.

Look how obvious

these tracks are.

(LAUGHS)

Amateurs.

lko, lko, un-day

Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-na

Jock-a-mo fee na-na

Talkin' 'bout hey now!

Hey HOW! Hey now!

4' Hey now!

lko, lko, un-day

Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-na

Jock-a-mo fee na-na

Only 863 miles to go.

Did some chipmunks

jump on your bus?

Um-hmm. They bought a ticket

to New Orleans.

You know

that's not normal, right?

Jock-a-mo fee na-na

Jock-a-mo fee na-na

Jock-a-mo fee na-na

(CROWD CHEERING)

All right! Nice!

All right! A tater tot!

Looks like our luck is finally

turning around.

It's not.

Oh, no! Suggs?

Hello, boys.

How did you find us?

(LAUGHS)

I'm an air marshal!

Law enforcement's my life.

Now, we can either do this

the easy way...

or the hard way.

My brothers and I would like

to discuss our options.

You only got one option.

Chipmunk jail.

With tiny little bars,

and a tiny little barbed wire

fence, and a tiny toilet...

and a tiny yard where you can

lift your tiny little weights!

It sounds adorable.

Hey!

Guys, slingshot. On three.

One, two, three!

Now, I don't have all night.

ALVIN:
Oh, nuts.

We chose the hard way.

(SCREAMING SOFTLY)

Hope you're okay.

ALVIN:
He's coming!

MILES:
Watch out, gangway!

Hurry, Theodore, run!

Let's go! Come on, hurry up!

Excuse us!

Come on, Alvin! He's coming!

Go, Miles, go!

Excuse me, I'm sorry.

In here! Come on!

Whoo, I think we lost him.

Hey!

SIMON:
Disregard.

Come back here!

(WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING

PLAYING)

Excuse me, pardon me.

There's a crazy guy

chasing us!

(GROANS)

You look tired, baby.

Here you go.

Oh, thank you so much.

Nice one, Suggsy!

That tastes like fire!

It's moonshine.

Fire, please put it out!

Wash it down with this, here.

AGENT SUGGS:
Um, ooh...

That's butterscotch.

Butterscotch liquor.

Ooh!

And moonshine!

Hi, Suggs!

Yes! (GROANS)

(LAUGHS)

Thank you, Mr. Trombone.

This calls for a celebration!

Hello, New Orleans!

Direct from our Austin

to Miami Comeback Tour,

we're The Chipmunks!

(CROWD CHEERING)

ls everybody ready

to get their funk on?

This hit

That ice cold

Michelle Pfeiffer

That white gold

This one for them good girls

Them good girls

Straight masterpiece

Stylin', wilin'

Livin' it up in the city

Got Chucks on

with Saint Laurent

Gotta kiss myself,

I'm so pretty

I'm too hot

Oh, yeah!

Call the police

and the fireman

Okay.

I'm too hot

Oh, yeah!

And my band 'bout that money

Break it down

Girls hit your hallelujah

Whoo

'Cause Uptown Funk

gon' give it to ya

'Cause Uptown Funk

gon' give it to ya

Saturday night

and we in the spot

Don't believe me just watch

Come on

Don't believe me just watch

Don't believe me just watch

Hey!

A' Hey!

Hey, oh!

Stop

Wait a minute

Fill my cup

Put some water in it

Take a sip, sign a check

Julio, Get the stretch!

Ride to Harlem, Hollywood,

Jackson, Mississippi

If we show up

We gon' show out

Smoother than

a fresh jar of Skippy

I'm too hot!

4' Oh, yeah!

What's happening?

What's happening?

Say my name

you know who I am

I'm too hot

4' Oh, yeah!

And my band 'bout that money

Break it down

Girls hit your hallelujah

Whoo

Girls hit your hallelujah

Whoo

'Cause Uptown Funk

gon' give it to ya

'Cause Uptown Funk

gon' give it to ya

Saturday night

and we in the spot

Don't believe me just watch

Come on

Yeah, come on!

Don't believe me just watch

5 Hey, hey, hey, Oh!

Uptown Funk it up,

Uptown Funk it up

(WHOOPING)

I said Uptown Funk it up,

Uptown Funk it up 4'

This whole day

has been incredible.

It's been the perfect day.

NEWS READER'. Coming up,

The Chipmunks are back.

What?

You heard me.

Alvin, Simon and Theodore...

Excuse me, could you

turn that up, please?

Yeah, sure.

...are making some noise

in the Big Easy...

When I say "Party,"

you say "Alvin!"

Party!

Alvin!

Oh, no.

Party!

Alvin!

Party!

DAVID:
Alvin!

(ECHOING) Alvin!

Did you guys hear that?

Hear what?

Huh. Never mind.

Guys, last night was one

of the best nights of my life.

It was pretty crazy.

Even that Suggs guy

hung out with us.

Yeah, he's not

that bad after all.

Hey, we missed

a call from Dave.

And a text.

27 of them.

Uh-oh.

Oh, no.

(SNORING)

Where am I?

What is this?

(SCREAMS)

Suggs!

Who are you?

It's Vitto,

the band's manager, remember?

The only thing I remember

is being attacked

by a trombone.

Oh, right, yeah.

You got that crazy bump

on your head.

You didn't care, though.

You just wanted to party!

We hit every jazz club

in the Quarter.

What do you mean, "We"?

You, me, and those

dope chipmunk dudes!

I partied with

those tree-skunks?

They're the ones who dared you

to get that sassy tattoo!

What? What?

(GASPS)

How could I have let them

talk me into this?

Oh, no.

You asked for that one.

The other one was their idea.

What "other one"?

What?

(SHRIEKS SOFTLY)

This is where they told us

to meet them, right?

Well, yelled at us

to meet them.

Hopefully they had time to

cool off on the plane.

There you are.

Dave!

Dave!

Mom!

Don't "Dave, Mom" us.

You know what, Dave?

You're an artist,

and you're emotional...

and you follow your heart,

but maybe

I should take

the lead on this one.

You know,

we keep a level head.

Throw them a little Good Cop.

Okay-

Okay-

Don't you "Dave, Mom" us.

Do you have any idea

how terrifying it is...

to find out that your children

are 2,000 miles

away from where

they're supposed to be?

You are lucky that

there are witnesses,

because I am

so mad right now...

that I could just spit!

Okay, okay.

Right here, on this floor!

Okay, okay. Nice Good Cop.

Dave, I swear, it wasn't as

crazy as it looked on TV.

Oh, really?

Well, let me just

pull up some of

Theodore's tweets

from last night.

"Only one word

to describe this night,

"Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy."

Or, "if you wanna get crazy,

"go to New Orleans.

It's the craziest."

Or, "In a New Orleans

Jazz Parade,

"so crazy."

We're really sorry, Dave.

Sorry's not gonna

cut it this time, guys.

If it were up to me,

we'd be going home,

but I gotta get back to Miami.

Do not smile.

You guys are grounded in Miami

and also when

we get back to LA.

(SCOFFS) When are we

not grounded?

You'll be so old,

your fur will be gray.

Yeah, that goes for

your fur too, Miles.

I don't have fur.

Well, whatever you have

is grounded...

for a long time. Let's go.

Huh. They didn't

kill us after all.

Feels like a win.

Hey, guys, Operation

"No Proposal" is still on.

Yeah!

All right!

High... Oh, fist.

Give me some.

Ow!

Oh, sorry.

Take it easy!

Guys, come on.

ALVIN:
Jeez.

Yeah.

Here you go.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

And may I see your ID, please?

Yes.

Thank you.

Hey, um...

Are you sure about this?

Because if this

three-ring circus

is too scary for you,

I totally get it...

and we could just

go back to LA.

I mean, you wouldn't be

the first guy

to head for the hills once

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