Alright, the beginning's a little slow, but it gets better as it goes on.

I know I have so many other fanfics to finish, but I couldn't wait to start this one. I think this one will be fun, and a challenge.

It's in present tense, Simon's POV. CARTOON VERSION!

Ignore mistakes and goofs.

Since Simon's like… a genius, there are a lot of big words that some of you may not know the definition to. If you don't, look it up or ignore it please. : )

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that has to do with the Chipmunks. Ross Bagdassarian owns them.

It's our first day in the recording studio since Christmas, which was about two months ago, and I'm a little more than excited to start singing again.

It's obvious by the grin on our caretaker, Dave's, face that he has some great songs written up for us to sing. After the Christmas album we last sung two months ago, he became really stressed about coming up with new songs. He'd be at the piano all day, stopping at nothing until he came upon the perfect melody. About a week ago, he had run into the room my brothers and I shared and told us he's got two hits on the way. He then booked two days in the recording studio. Today is day number one.

I can tell that Alvin and Theodore are just as anxious as I am to get in that old recording studio. Theodore's practically bouncing on his heels as he walks, that sweet and innocent smile plastered on his face. His green turtleneck-sweater drags on the ground as it always does, but he seems all too gleeful to take notice.

Theodore's the sweetest little butterball of a brother you could possibly ask for. Always altruistic, always compassionate, never selfish…

This is the complete opposite of my slightly older brother, Alvin. It's not that he's entirely… selfish. But he sure does act like it most of the time. He always hogs the spotlight, always gets to sing the solos, and skips by in school and copies my homework. You can tell he's an attention seeker by just looking at him. The giant letter 'A' stretches from his collar all the way to his blue checkered feet on his bright red turtleneck-sweater. His signature cap is always on his head, covering his gleaming blue eyes. He's ridiculously problematic and ludicrously eccentric, always getting me and Theodore into tons of trouble with Dave.

The three of us have our fun… but sometimes Alvin's schemes really get on my nerves.

Today, however, Alvin doesn't seem have any plans up his sleeve. I hope.

"Alright boys." Dave announces, opening the glass door to the recording studio. "You ready?"

"Yup!" Alvin grins, nodding his head vigorously. "Are you sure you brought the sheet music?"

"I wouldn't forget the sheet music!" Dave laughs, waving Alvin off as he tries to pry the briefcase out from Dave's fingers.

"You did last time." Theodore blinks up at Dave. "Remember?"

"Who could forget?" I chuckle as Dave looks down at me. "He nearly blew his top."

"He did blow his top. He completely flipped out. Remember?" Alvin says as we walk up to the front desk.

"Let's… try to forget that, boys. Okay?" Dave suggests, looking a bit perturbed.

"Ah, David Seville!" Mr. Smith, I believe his name is, stands up and greets Dave, looking down over the desk at me and my brothers. "And the little Chipmunks! It's been awhile since I've seen you and your kids, Dave."

"Yeah, about two months." Alvin mumbles, too softly for Mr. Smith to hear, but I elbow him in the ribs anyway and he glares at me.

"Are you here to record a song?"

I shoot Alvin a warning glance as I see him open his mouth for another sarcastic reply. He crosses his arms and huffs.

"Yes, we're here to record." Dave answers, oblivious to me and Alvin's silent bickering.

"Great! Go to your usual room. You know where it is."

"Thanks!" Alvin, Theodore, and I chant in unison.

I love stepping into our room. The stand is in the center of the room, a podium for the three of us to stand on directly in front of it.

I hop onto the podium, Alvin and Theodore jumping on beside me. "So, what's the first song called, Dave?" Theodore asks.

"Three Little Birds." Dave says. (Yes, I took this song from Undeniable, but remember, this fanfic is based on the CARTOON!)

Dave hands each of us sheet music. I flip through my part, noticing that there's a lot of scat, or in other words, ridiculous nonsense words. Theodore has a lot of scat as well. "Are Theodore and I supposed to be birds?" I question Dave, raising an eyebrow.

Dave nods, shuffling his own music together, and gets behind the music stand, facing the three of us.

I look over Alvin's part. Nowhere, in the entire song, does Alvin have to sing like a bird. He gets all of the lyrics! He gets to be the lead… again.

"This is going to be so much fun!" Theodore smiles happily. "Being birds, you know. Right Simon?"

I can't help but admire Theodore's optimism; I wish I could be less pessimistic.

"This is kind of low." Alvin comments, looking a bit agitated as he flips through the pages.

"What do you mean?" Dave asks. "You're lowest note in your range is an A flat, isn't it?"

"Ummm… no… It's a C sharp. Simon's the only one who can reach an A flat."

"What? I thought… but… wait…"

I suddenly get an idea as he says this. "Hey Dave, I can sing the melody! And Theodore can do my part an octave up, and Alvin can do Theodore's part!"

Dave smiles at me with gratitude. "What a great idea, Simon!"

I can feel Alvin glaring holes through my head.

I don't feel particularly good about stealing Alvin's part, but he can deal being a backup singer for one song.

"Or," Alvin says lightly, turning his heated glare into an innocent looking grin. "We could keep our parts, but raise the key signature."

It's my turn to glare at him, and I shoot out, "That would take too much time rearranging all of our parts to fit yours. It'd take at least days."

"Alright then." Dave claps his hands together. "I guess we're going with Simon's plan."

All throughout rehearsal, I try to ignore Alvin's angry glares.

Days later

"Simon! Wake up; I have to talk to you!"

"Mmm… what?" I open my eyes, arising from my peaceful slumber way too quickly. I blink, only being able to see the fuzzy bright red color of my brother's sweatshirt.

"I need to talk to you." The red form hands me my glasses, and I take them blindly and put them on my face.

"I figured that." I seethe. Alvin just grins and tilts his head to the side.

"I'm sorry I woke you up."

"No, you're not."

"I am too! It's just… this is the only time I can talk to you… without Theo around."

I instantly worry at the sound of our little brother's name. Last time Alvin came to wake me was when he was accusing Mr. Talbot of being a werewolf, which he had been right about. I shudder as I recall our little Theo as a dog-like werepuppy. I turn to look at Theodore. Sure enough, he's sleeping quietly.

"Is this another monster accusation?" I raise an eyebrow at my red-clad brother, even though I'm slightly nervous for the answer.

"No." Alvin sighs. I sigh too, half-exasperated and half-relieved. "I think… well, I know… well…"

"Just say it, Alvin." I hiss, starting to lose patience.

"These kids were bullying him yesterday after lunch." Alvin stares down at his hands - looking a little guilty, might I add – and waits for me to speak.

"What do you mean… bullied?" I sit up quickly, causing Alvin's eyes to spring up at me in surprise. "Did they hurt him?" I ask, angrily wondering who could want to harm a face like Theodore's.

Alvin shakes his head. "No, but they said some pretty mean stuff to him."

I growl, glaring at the bed sheets. "Like what?"

"Ummm…" Alvin looks uncomfortable. "They called him stupid… and fat."

I cringe. Both Alvin and I know that Theo's a little pudgy, but we never, ever, think of it as bad. Theodore's plump self is just what makes Theodore, well, Theodore.

"What did you do about it?" I ask, looking to Alvin. Alvin avoids my eyes and clutches at my bed sheets.

"Well, I came to Theodore's side, and they kind of just stared at me. Then they said 'see you around, Teddy!' And Theodore waved at them as they left! He's so naïve sometimes."

I frown, wondering when Alvin had figured out how to use the word "naïve" in a sentence. "He's not naïve. Maybe he just didn't want you to worry."

"Well, it didn't work, because I'm still worried!"

I sigh, taking off my glasses and rubbing my aching eyes. "Can we talk about this tomorrow? I can't concentrate."

Alvin nods, slowly getting off my bed and climbing up on his own. "Goodnight, Simon."

"Goodnight."

The next morning

"Good morning, Theodore." I greet as I slide onto the seat behind the kitchen counter. "Sleep well?"

"Yes, I did. Thanks for asking. Did you?" Theodore says happily, not turning away from the plate of eggs he is eating.

I think back on the conversation that Alvin and I had last night. I had barely slept. "As well as could be expected. Where's Alvin, anyway? I haven't seen him."

"He walked to the town about three hours ago." Theodore answers.

"To do what?"

"He said he had to go buy some things in the stores that are around the recording studio. He said he would meet us at the studio at eleven, which is in a couple minutes, so we should get going."

"Listen, Theodore." I put a hand on his shoulder and he looks up at me. "If you ever need advice, just ask me. Alright?"

He looks at me strangely before giving me a hug. "Of course, Simon."

I sigh as he pulls his arms away and runs out of the kitchen, looking for his coat.

At the recording studio

"Can you boys wait outside for Alvin?" Dave asks as we stand outside the recording studio. We nod obediently and he smiles, heading inside.

Theodore and I wait outside for at least half-an-hour. Did Alvin forget? Was he skipping? This is so like him to do this.

Just when Theodore and I are about to give up, Alvin shows up, looking as if he'd just seen a ghost. His arms are shaking and his eyes are dull and downcast.

All irritation of Alvin's lateness disappears from my mind and I find myself putting a comforting hand on my brother's shoulder.

"Alvin!" Theodore cries out, looking just as worried as I felt. "Are you okay? What happened?"

Alvin looks at him and lets out a slow, shaky breath. "Nothing."

"Nothing? Alvin, you can't tell us that nothing happened!"I exclaim, gripping his shoulder tighter as it shakes beneath my fingers.

He shrugs me off, looking quite miserable and scared, and trudges inside the recording studio without a word. I meet Theodore's gaze, and by the look on his face, I can tell he's thinking the same thing as I am.

Was that our Alvin?

Dramatic, eh? I promise that Theodore will have more of a role next chapter, and possibly Jeanette will come too.

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~Jamie