Alvin and The Chipmunks Week of Fun
The Sole Survivor
Chapter 1 – The E-mail
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"Okay, Alvin. Will you please explain to me why we're doing this?" Simon asked exasperatedly, staring pointedly at his older brother. "Because I really see no point in this." The chipmunk in question turned from the computer and grinned at him mischievously.
"Come on, Simon. It's not like you've never wanted to meet your fans! Think of how this will mean to the public eye if we decided to do this!" Just then, Dave waltzed in the room, hearing part of the conversation between the brothers.
"What's going on in here, Alvin? Simon?" He asked suspiciously, and seemed surprised that Simon was there with him. Simon sighed and pointed to the computer they were using to read their e-mail. For the past hour, Alvin and Simon had been rifling through their fan mail, with Alvin making sure Simon knew who had the most of it, when they'd come across one letter that was slightly different than the rest. It was a request, asking them to do a favor for a fan in question.
"Come look at this, Dave! This fan wants us to spend the week with them!" Dave raised an eyebrow and came over to read the e-mail. The letter said,
"Dear Chipmunks,
I have a request for you guys, though I would totally understand if you can't or don't want to do this. Would you be willing to spend a week with one of your fans? My best friend is totally in love with your music and she won't stop talking about you guys. So, being the kind and loving friend that I am, decided to ask her obsession themselves. I was wondering if it'd be possible that you could come out here and meet up with her. I would totally appreciate it. If you guys are able, please reply to this e-mail. Thanks a bunch! –Alex."
"What do you think, Dave?" Simon asked him cautiously. After everything that had happened during the whole Ian Hawke episode, the taller chipmunk didn't think Dave would let them go anywhere with anybody without asking some questions. Dave sighed and sat down in the computer chair. Alvin caught his eye and pleaded silently, his hands in front of his face.
"Okay, Alvin, get Theodore in here." Dave had noticed the chubby chipmunk was missing, and decided that making a decision without him in there wouldn't be fair. The red-sweater clad chipmunk shrugged and took two steps to the left.
"THEODORE! GET IN HERE!" He screeched, and then grinned when he heard a loud thud from the kitchen. In a split second, Alvin grinned smugly and crossed his arms, turning to Dave as Theodore ran into the living room.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Theodore asked, breathing heavily. Dave and Simon glared at Alvin.
"Nothing's wrong Theo." Simon patted the spot next to him on the computer desk. Theodore used Dave's leg as a ladder and seated himself. "We wanted a vote. See, Alvin and I were reading fan mail and we came across this one asking us to spend a week down there with the fan. If Dave allows this, would you want to do it?" Alvin huffed and sat down in front of the computer, glaring as if he could influence Theodore's decision.
"How far away do they live?" Theodore asked, looking at Dave. The man shrugged.
"I don't know. We'd have to reply to the e-mail to tell them that we're serious about it, but that's only if all three of you guys agree to this. Theodore? Simon?" He knew he didn't have to ask Alvin. That chipmunk was already more than willing. Simon rubbed his chin thoughtfully and thought. Alvin could be right about one thing. This would be good for their reputation if they agreed to do something for a fan. It proved that they actually read their fan mail and not just had someone else to do it for them, as much as Alvin wished they did.
"I guess I'm up for it." Simon finally smiled, turning to Theodore. "What about you, Theodore?" The chubby chipmunk sat down and looked a little bit glum.
"I don't think I wanna do it. We don't know them, and spending an entire week somewhere we've never been sounds kind of dangerous, if you ask me, guys."
"Well, no one asked you, really." Alvin muttered and turned away stubbornly. Dave glanced between the three chipmunks and sighed.
"So, two outta three, huh? Well, let's just see what this fan has to say for herself. I'll go ahead and reply to the e-mail, just to make sure of some things, and then I'll get back to you guys. Is that good for you, Alvin?" Dave, Simon and Theodore watched Alvin's reaction. He was glaring pointedly at a fixed corner of the room with his arms crossed. Finally he huffed and threw his arms in the air.
"Fine, go ahead. I don't care." Alvin hopped down from the computer desk, aiming for the chair to watch TV. Dave, Theodore and Simon all sighed in relief.
"Wow, Alvin's been really cooperative lately." Simon muttered, and then winced when he saw his older brother glaring at him over the couch cushion.
"I heard that." He grumbled and slid back down. Dave rolled his eyes, and then clicked the reply button on the e-mail.
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Across the country, a girl, just turned 17 was checking her e-mail carefully. She'd been told by her friend Alexandra that she should have an e-mail coming soon, but not to get her hopes up. She just wished she knew what Alex was talking about. So she was being sure to read every mail letter she'd received. Then, when she came across a newer one at the top with the e-mail sender from a 'Dave Seville', her heart thumped uneasily in her chest. Could that be who she thought it was? She quickly moved the mouse to the link and clicked on it, waiting impatiently for it to load.
Renee Maxell, who had been a fan of the Chipmunks since they came into the world unannounced, had been practically obsessed with the 'dancing rodents' as Alex called them. Ren knew she was joking, but felt she had to stick up for the chipmunks every time they were called names. The 17-year-old had bought the Chipmunks CD and all the merchandise she could get a hold of. She hated picking favorites in the group, but like every other great fan, they have to eventually. A little Alvin wristband always adorned her wrist, showing everyone physically who she preferred.
When the page finally loaded, Ren quickly read the print.
"Hey, this is Dave Seville,
I'm answering for the Chipmunks, since I am their song writer and manager. We have a few questions about the request you have. First of all, where do you live? What's your name and your age? And this being completely not of my own free will, Alvin wants to know if your friend is cute. I'm sorry if that offends."
Pausing in her reading, she had to giggle. She shook her head and glanced at the mirror on the opposite wall where she was sitting. Renee thought she didn't look half bad. Not exactly the 'hott' type, but she thought she still had that child-like quality to her features that made her cute. Getting back to the email, she wondered where this was going.
"Anyway, we, meaning Theodore, Simon and myself would like to know how your friend treats animals or pets if she has any. If the Chipmunks would be staying with you for a week, I need to know if they'd be taken care of."
Renee froze. The Chipmunks, staying with her for a week? So that's what Alex was so excited about, forcing her to read her e-mail as soon as she got home. She grinned and clapped her hands excitedly. She wouldn't mind Alvin, Simon and Theodore staying with her for a week, but she'd just be happy if they would visit. She read the rest of the e-mail.
"And Theodore wants to know if she has good food. Okay, before this e-mail gets too out of hand, I'm going to end it and leave it up to you to answer my questions if you're serious. Thanks in advance! –Dave."
Renee giggled and leaned back in her chair. She was going to hug Alex until she turned purple tomorrow at school. Now all she had to do was reply to the e-mail.
And ask her mother.
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A/N: Hey guys. I return with yet another story. Sick of me yet? lol This time around I'm capturing Alvin and the Chipmunks. Just in celebration of their new movie out on DVD and the fact that I LOVE these guys. lol Who's hotter, Alvin or Justin Timberlake? Hmm, I wonder. ALVIN. –laughs-
Disclaimer: I don't own Alvin and the Chipmunks in any way, shape or form.