Let’s get one thing straight: those disturbing, hoodie-sporting rat-creatures to your left are not Alvin and the Chipmunks. They will never, in any universe, be Alvin and the Chipmunks. The Chipmunks did not rap, nor did they emulate gangstas, sing crap put out by the Pussycat Dolls, or chant “Bow-chicka-wow-wow!” at Dave when he was on a date. They were cute, wholesome-but-mischievous furry little dudes who sang high-pitched, sped-up versions of classic rock songs. They had fun adventures, they got in trouble when they messed up, and they were Dave’s …