Season 6 Episode 4: Brittany's Throat

Brittany rang the bell on her bedside table angrily, awaiting for her sisters to return with her drink.

"Here, Brittany. Your chocolate milkshake," said Jeanette, out of breath after having ran up the stairs.

Brittany pointed towards the straw on the kitchen slab downstairs, her eyes glistening under the room light.

"The straw? I'll go get it," sighed Jeanette, already out of breath.

Eleanor came back with a plate of a dessert.

"Here's the chocolate cake, your royal LOWness!" Eleanor grumbled in anger.

Brittany shook her head disapprovingly at her sister's frustration. Jeanette had returned with the straw.

Eleanor whispered, "I thought it would be a treat after Brittany lost her voice. You know, quiet and all."

"Yeah," replied Jeanette. "But now that she's sick, she's found an excuse to boss us both about."

A knock came at the treehouse door.

"I'll get it," said Eleanor as she lazily dragged herself down the stairs and towards the door.

"Hey, boys," sighed Eleanor.

"Hey, sis!" they all squeaked.

"What's wrong, Eleanor?" asked Theodore innocently.

"What's wrong?" repeated Eleanor. "What's wrong?! I'll tell you what's—"

"Eleanor, calm down," Jeanette rebuked, gently nudging her sister. "Come in, boys."

The three brothers entered the treehouse which smelled of coffee and cakes.

"Mhm... something smells yummy!" Theodore exclaimed.

"What's all this, Jeanette?" asked Simon.

"Well, it's Brittany. She lost her voice, because she has a sore throat. Now Eleanor and I have been running around the house to run her errands."

A bell from upstairs rang.

"Coming, Brittany!"

As Jeanette was about to make her way up the stairs, Alvin grabbed her wrist.

"Are you joking? The more you encourage Miss Drama Queen, the more she's gonna boss you about!"

"Alvin's right," Simon followed on. "Which is something I thought I'd never say—"

"You better watch it, Simon!"

"Have you tried giving her medicine?" asked the budding scientist.

"She refuses to, because it tastes bad."

Jeanette looked up at the ceiling and tapped her feet, contemplating what to do about this Brittany situation.

Alvin snapped his fingers in triumph.

"EUREKA! I've got a plan!"

"Oh, Alvin, every time you say that, I-I feel a little sick," whispered Simon.

"Relax, Simon!" cried Alvin. "When have my plans ever been a flop?"

The chipmunks and chipettes looked at each other dumbfoundedly and exchanged worried looks, and then looked back at Alvin in horror.

"A-alright, okay... don't answer that," Alvin murmured.

The chipmunks and two chipettes huddled around the lounge, and started plotting.

"Okay, so you know the plan, right?" asked Alvin.

"I should probably be the one to carry it, since Brittany might suspect something's fishy if you give it to her," said Jeanette intelligently.

"Fine." He grumbled and handed over the glass.

The chipmunks walked into the Chipettes' room.

"Brittany, we made you a drink!"

Brittany cocked an eyebrow. She pointed at the drink and shrugged, as if to ask what it was.

"It's my latest r-recipe!" blurted out Eleanor. "Try it!"

The chipmunks looked at her in anticipation. Hesitantly, Brittany seized the glass, and took a few sips.

She screwed her face in disgust.

"This is awful!" Brittany yelled at the top of her lungs.

"AHA! You were faking!"

Eleanor twirled around the room in triumph, like a detective who solved a case.

"Britt?" Jeanette looked upset.

"I-I mean... ahem..." she croaked her voice and coughed.

"For your information," interjected Simon, "that so-called drink was medicine. Although it seems you don't need it, because your throat is FINE."

Jeanette shifted her eyes away from Brittany's, disappointed that her sister had lied to them both.

"Okay, fine, you got me." Brittany surrendered. "I-I was sick before, but then I felt better—"

"Thanks, captain OBVIOUS!" Alvin huffed. "We got that."

"It's just... Jeanette and Eleanor were treating me so well! I couldn't let that all go away..."

"Britt, you could have just been honest with us at the start," said Jeanette matter-of-factly.

Suddenly, Brittany felt very uncomfortable. She felt as though a bug or something had been thrust up her throat. She started coughing dynamically.

"Oh, ha-ha, Britt. Great acting!" Alvin waved his hands in the air, annoyed.

"No, wait, guys, I-I think she's choking!" Theodore pointed out.

"Okay, Britt, you've made your point—" Eleanor began.

Brittany collapsed onto the bedspread, wheezing and coughing weakly.

"We've gotta help her!" Jeanette shrieked. "Theodore, go get her some water. Eleanor, you go call Dave. Simon, fetch the first-aid kit. And Alvin, just... don't touch anything!"

"Why do I get the most boring job—"

"GO, GO, GO!"

Jeanette directed all the chipmunks to their relevant stations. The purple-clad chipmunk didn't leave her sister's side. Brittany was many things, including a drama queen, but she would never take things this far.

Jeanette pulled Brittany upwards by grasping her shoulders. She slapped her back.

"Why are you slapping Brittany?!"Theodore cried as he returned with the glass of water.

"No, Theodore, it's—"

"Just because she lied to you—"

"No, Theodore! She's just trying to help Brittany cough up whatever got stuck down her throat," Simon explained, facepalming at Theodore's innocence.

Brittany gulped down the entire glass and breathed clearly. She sighed in relief.

"Th-thanks, guys. I owe you all one. Especially you two, Jean and Ellie."

The three sisters embraced each other in a big bear hug.

"Ugh, lame!" Alvin grumbled.

Simon elbowed him.

"Ouch! Simon?!"

"Shhh... let them enjoy this moment."

Theodore grabbed Simon and Alvin's arms and brought them close together.

"Theodore, what are you doing?" Alvin asked.

"Aww, Britt, you don't owe us anything. We're your sisters," Jeanette responded kindly.

"Y-yeah... but, um, a favour sounds good!" Eleanor suggested.

"Eleanor!" Jeanette whispered.

"What? It's only fair that Britt pays us back for using us unfairly!"

Later that day, Jeanette and Eleanor lounged comfortably like royalty on the sofa as Brittany returned with two pink drinks on a silver platter.

"Your two pink lemonades!" Brittany yelled in their faces. "Ugh, how long do I have to keep this up for?"

"Until you've learned your lesson!" Eleanor joked.

Alvin tapped his foot against the floor in frustration, watching the girls closely.

"Britt, where's my apple juice?" he asked.

Brittany gave him a death stare.

"Apple juice, was it? Oh, I'll give it to you!"

Brittany dashed towards the kitchen cupboards and stuffed a carton in her hands. Then she poked a hole through where the straw was supposed to be, and squirted it at Alvin.

"ARGHHH, Britt!!!!!" Alvin shouted in rage.

"What? You asked for it."