Miles From Alvin And The Chipmunks Road Chip Novels & Stories

As he was contemplating it, his father's manager sent him a message which read: Mr Miller wants you to come meet with him in his banana penthouse. Alvin hit his hands on the steering wheel in anger before he started the car and drove out. He was driving the car at its full speed now—ten times faster than it had been before. The fuel gauge soon warned that the fuel tank was going to be empty soon. “Shit! I need to go to the nearest fueling station,” Alvin said to himself and drove for about five minutes more before he reached Sunshine Chevron. Alvin didn't plan on staying there for too long most especially because of his mask and car—he didn't want to draw attention.

There was no hurry; she was still far away, for her great siren would carry fifteen miles in calm weather; but as soon as he could finish eating he jumped on Snowball and rode at a gallop from the camp and down the road to the landing. It was three miles to the landing. The road, of yellow sand and clay, had already dried hard since the rain, and it ran between banks of brilliantly-colored clay, vermilion and greenish and white like striped marble. A rivulet of clear water ran on each side of the road, and on each side rose the vivid green of the pines. As he approached the end he passed through a belt of dense swamp, a tangle of creepers and thorns and titi-shrubs and bay-trees, and then he

"There's an alley that runs between the warehouses. Follow it until you reach the main street then head east like Alvin said. Three blocks to the parking garage. Can you do that?" "Yes," I said even though I wasn't sure I could. When was the last time I had run anywhere? When was the last time I had to physically flee from danger instead of just paying someone else to handle it for me? "We're twelve minutes out," Alvin said. I could hear the sound of their vehicle in the background. The engine roaring as they pushed it faster than was probably legal. "Just hold on sir. We're coming."

Seeing that everyone was almost ready, Ethan turned to Alan and said, "Let's go!" "Yes!" Marvin walked to Chloe's side, leaned over, and said to her, "The road on the mountain is slippery at night. Don't run around!" Glancing at him, Chloe nodded her head. She didn't know whether it was because of his concern or because... Alan's castle was four or five miles away from the back mountain. In order to maintain the primitive shape of the back mountain, Alan did not ask the housekeeper to build a road here. Instead, he laid a cobblestone path here that led straight to the top of the mountain.

“I still think we should go for the hospital. At least that gets rid of our furry problem.” Traffic increases, random cars slipping into the spaces between mini-car, detective car, and van. Everyone is hemmed in, reduced to a near-crawl. Three helicopters zip overhead. The chipmunk is two cars behind and doesn’t seem to care about anyone looking at him oddly. We almost admire his lunacy. Carrie swerves right at the next intersection without signaling, the van almost sideswiping the detective’s car as both vehicles turn to follow. The chipmunk offers Banks a thumbs-up.

he says, staring out the front windshield. “Shush,” I say, my eyes glued to the SUV. “You’ve had a bad feeling since before we even started this thing.” The SUV is going really fast, and I watch the speed gauge on Mick’s car nervously as it continues to climb. “Careful,” I say. “I don’t want to get pulled over. It’ll ruin everything.” “The Pit is like ten miles from here,” says Alissa, looking at her phone. “I have the phone number. Do you want me to call and get directions?”