Chipmunks

Well, we appreciate it.

You going to send it to 226 Chipmunk Trail like you did last year?

Chipmunk, Chipmunk.

Okay.

Thank you so much.

Adios.

Adios, Mike.

And if you want to write, Mysterious Mike, or anyone here at the Prison Show, you can write to us at 226 Chipmunk Trail, Shepherd, America, or Shepherd, Texas, 77371.

We respect our OGs, though.

Alvin and the Chipmunks.

Alvin and the Chipmunks.

[exhales] It's B or C. I don't know which one though.

You can do C.

I ain't said it was as good.

No. Nigga, them-

Alvin and the Chipmunks Meet Frankenstein.

I'll also do some voices.

You know, I didn't do like a little home on the range, but like Alvin Chipmunk voice or just like bust out a little bit of, you know, a little Morgan Friedman, a little Elmo, a little Chipmunk.

Sure, sure.

You know, just like a little different array.

Maybe I'll do like a Chipmunk version of a poem.

You get Chip wasted.

You get Chip wasted.

I like that.

Yeah.

Ooh, wait, why is this kind of Kelly yet? Chipmunk paints a frog.

Okay.

It was always ITC Franklin got the Kelsey pro.

I am not afraid of anything, said Reddy Fox, and swelled himself up to look twice as big as he really is.

It seems to me I hear Bowser the Hound, piped up Striped Chipmunk.

Now Striped Chipmunk had not heard Bowser the Hound at all when he spoke, but just then there was the patter of heavy feet among the dried leaves, and sure enough there was bowser himself my how everybody did run everybody but the stranger from the north he kept on coming down the tree just the same bowser saw him and stopped in surprise he had never seen anything quite like this big dark fellow bow wow wow shouted bowser in his deepest voice Now, when Bowser used that great deep voice of his, he was accustomed to seeing all the little meadow people and forest folk run.

But this stranger did not even hurry.

Bowser was so surprised that he just stood still and stared.

Peter has to tell his story many times.

Once you start a story, you cannot call it back.

it travels on and on and on and never on a nap that is the reason why you should always be sure that a story you repeat is a good story then you will be glad to have it travel on and on and on and will never want to call it back but if you tell a story that isn't true or nice the time is almost sure to come when you will want to call it back and cannot you see stories are just like rivers they run on and on forever little mrs peter rabbit knew this and that is why she advised peter not to tell any one else the strange story he had told her of the dreadful creature without legs or head or tail that had chased him in the green forest peter knew by that that she didn't believe a word of it but he was too tired and sleepy to argue with her then so he settled himself comfortably for a nice long nap when peter awoke the first thing he thought of was the terrible creature he had seen in the green forest the more he thought about it the more impossible it seemed and he didn't wonder that mrs peter had advised him not to repeat it i won't said peter to himself i won't repeat it to a soul no one will believe it the truth is i can hardly believe it myself i'll just keep my tongue still but unfortunately for peter one of the merry little breezes of old mother west wind had heard peter tell the story to mrs peter and it was such a wonderful and curious and unbelievable story that the merry little breeze straightway repeated it to everybody he met and soon peter rabbit began to receive callers who wanted to hear the story all over again from peter himself so peter was obliged to repeat it ever so many times and every time it sounded to him more foolish than before he had to tell to jimmy skunk and to johnny chuck and to danny meadow mouse and to digger the badger and to sanny jay and to blacky the crow and to striped chipmunk and to happy jack squirrel and to bobby coon and to unk billy possum and to old mr toad Now, strange to say, no one laughed at Peter, queer as his story sounded.