Ding-dong.
Ding-dong.
DINGDONGDINGDONGDINGDONG!
“I’ll get it, Miss Miller,” Jeanette said, quietly. She hated answering the door but she didn’t want Miss Miller to have to get up from her comfy chair where she was knitting.
“Oh thank you, dear,” zei Miss Miller. “I do hope it is the Chipmunks and Dave.”
Brittany rolled her eyes behind her magazine. Miss Miller had a monster crush on David Seville, the Chipmunk’s guardian.
Jeanette ran to the door, which was ringing meer frantically than ever. She opened it and saw Dave and the Chipmunks.
“Miss Miller,” she called, “your wish...
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