“How much farther?” Alvin asked as they walked down Braydon Street to get to the address Harry had written down the night before. All the chipmunks were pretty anxious to get there, even Alvin, although he wouldn’t admit it.

“Here we go,” Simon said, pointing to a building.

“This is it?” Brittany asked. “It looks like a dump.”

“Well, there’s a reason they’re going under,” Jeanette remarked.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Alvin said.

They entered the building, which was just as unimpressive from the inside as it was outside. “Hey, kids,” Harry said, greeting them, There was a burly man standing behind him. “I want you all to meet Mister Thomas.”

“Wow!” Mister Thomas said. “You really are The Chipmunks.” Brittany cleared her throat. “And the Chipettes.”

At that moment Priscilla approached them. “Hello, boys.” Theodore ran up to her and gave her a hug. “So, what do you think?”

“It will take a lot of work,” Simon said, “but it’ll be worth it.”

“I agree,” Jeanette said.

“Well, as long as we had decent dressing rooms.”

“Okay, Harry,” Mister Thomas said. “Why don’t you two show the kids around.”

“My pleasure, sir,” Harry said. “Let’s go, kids.” He led them down to the main theater. It was not very big, as they all could see. Simon inquired about it.

“So what’s the capacity?” Simon asked.

“About 500,” Harry said, “but with you six preforming this place may survive.”

“Of course, it will,” Theodore said.

Harry took the boys backstage, while Priscilla took the girls upstairs. They made their way down the hall and stopped in front of one of the locked doors. Priscilla had the key and unlocked it. The girls gasped when they beheld the sight.

“I’ve never seen this many costumes,” Brittany said, running in like a kid in a candy store. “I’m in heaven.”

“Brittany looks happy,” Jeanette said.

“She sure does,” Eleanor said. “Fashion is her thing.”

“Well, if you girls are going to preform you must look your best.”