Alvin: Remove your pinkies, it's mine! Simon: Alvin, you bought it with my money. That makes it mine! Alvin: Does not! The Chipmunks: (jumbled bickering) Daniels: Hey, hey, what's the problem fellas? The Chipmunks: My brother! Daniels: Well, you know brothers are a whole lot like old boots Alvin: Yeah, big heels and stinky Daniels: No little partner! They're made to last In this ever changing world There's not much that will endure Third grade flings and paper rings fade fast Though most things lose their allure Of this you can be sure Brothers and old boots are made to last C'mon fellas Theodore: No!