Alvin And The Chipmunks
The Threequel
Get 'Em Girls
Summary-Story based on Australian Artist, Jessica Mauboy, in her latest single, 'Get 'Em Girls'. My newly edited female trio, 'The Femunks' Isla, Ditty and Googi encounter both their male and female counterparts at a celebrity runway in Los Angeles. The three steal the spotlight after a sing off over the Chipettes, who disappear behind the limelight in defeat. But losing a competition isn't all what they are to lose. Will the Chipmunks be enveloped in the Femunk's charm and abnormally melodic talents as well? Read to find out! R&R!
Disclaimer- I do not own any of the following characters of this story. Alvin Seville, Brittany Seville, Simon Seville, Jeanette Seville, Theodore Seville, Eleanor Seville, Dave Seville, Claire Wilson and Toby Seville. They all belong to the one and only, Bagdasarian Productions.
Author's note-Just a little reminder: The Chipmunks, Chipettes and the Femunks have all been humanised to fit this story. Attempting to have a small mind for such small little rockstars ain't that easy for me, I am sorry.
Chapter One
'Treat'
"Now this is what we call living!" Brittany boasted, as she and the rest of the gang explored the empty luxury of their new hotel room. The chipette fingered the silk line of the King bed with delicacy and sighed serenely. "Dibs on this bed! Alvin, stop eyeing me with that blank stare of yours, it's intimidating."
Alvin chuckled and leaned against the bedroom door frame, folding his arms as he watched his counterpart hover across the room, admiring the simplest things. It so happened at times like this, that it warmed his heart to be able to pamper her. Even though he never mentioned it aloud.
Alvin stepped into the room and dropped his and Brittany's suitcases aside, sneaking up behind her as she traced a small clay vase, filled with tulips. And when she had least expected it, he snaked his arms around her middle and twirled her, laughing kindly as he heard her squeak with surprise.
"But I thought you liked me staring at you." He teased, as he placed her back down onto the smooth, polished floorboards. Brittany playfully rolled her eyes, gazing deep into his beautiful, golden ones and smiled. She nudged him in the chest and giggled. "Not when it's the look of evil, I don't."
"Aw, c'mon Brit." Alvin said. He allowed his hands to linger at the curve of her hips, as he nuzzled the tip of her nose. "We all know how cute you look in that top. I'm envious."
Brittany cocked her head to one side, before letting out a small giggle. "Yeah, right." She scoffed. She eyed her baby pink, 'Valley Girl' loose tank top and smirked back up at Alvin. "You hate pink, remember?"
Alvin smiled and pecked her on the lips. "Not when it's on you, I don't." He said truthfully. Brittany blushed and turned away, her eyes meeting her sister Jeanette's at the doorway.
The pink clad chipette looked sheepish. "Did I interrupt something?" She asked.
Alvin pulled away from Brittany, feeling as his face reddened with embarrassment. "Not exactly." He replied quietly. Brittany nodded in agreement.
Jeanette brightened up and smiled, straightening her plait skirt as she began her little announcement. "Okay." She said shyly. "W-well, room service has arrived with our breakfast. Eleanor told me to warn you to come out before she and Theodore eat it all."
Brittany nodded once more and turned towards Alvin, as her sister finally left the room to go finish off her breakfast. The pink clad chipette motioned towards the door, taking her counterpart's hand as she did so. "C'mon," she said, "better do as little sister orders."
The kitchen was rather large for compared to an original sized one, and more advanced as well. Theodore and Eleanor had already polished off their plates and were stacking dishes into the dishwasher. Simon had his nose inside the novel of 'Wutherng Heights' and Jeanette was into practicing chess on her laptop, slicing and chewing up small pieces of French toast as she did so.. Brittany and Alvin entered the room almost unnoticed.
"Hey guys!" Alvin exclaimed cheerfully. "How's the hotel going?" He and Brittany slipped into a stool each and pulled out their breakfast orders from the tray on the bench: German salad for Brittany, and an egg and bacon wrap for Alvin.
Theodore cleaned his hands on a dry dish cloth and smiled at his eldest brother. "Perfect!" He said. "I am now officially glad Dave sent us off alone on a little vacation. I think we needed it."
Simon glanced up from his book and frowned. "Well, it wouldn't exactly be a vacation when you are scheduled for a walk up the red carpet this weekend, now would it Theodore?" He corrected.
Theodore just shrugged his shoulders and continued to smile. "Either way." He said simply. "It's still a vacation."
Jeanette stood up and passed her empty plate over to Eleanor, lifting her eyebrow at her counterpart questioningly. "You mean the Emmy Awards?" She asked curiously. "I'm confused. Doesn't that take part in mid November or something?"
Simon shook his head. "You were a little off, Jeanie." He said. "The 2010 Emmy's start in August, this weekend. That's probably why we are here without Dave's supervision." He eyed Alvin on the word, 'supervision' in which the red clad chipmunk rolled his eyes at.
Eleanor dried her hands and tossed the dish cloth back into the sink. She placed her hands on her hips, a look of thought across her face. "Didn't somebody mention some new posse in Israel whose celebrity poll is apparently beginning to populate?" She asked aloud. "I heard it on 'I Witness News' the other week. 'They are to be arriving in Los Angeles for the 2010 Emmy Awards' or something."
Brittany rolled her eyes and poked at her salad with her fork. "Well, whoever they are, no matter how high their celeb poll is, the Chipettes and the Chipmunks are better right?" She announced, as she straightened up in her stool.
Alvin smiled and nodded. "Oh yeah." He said. He slid his free arm over his counterpart's shoulders and gave her a little squeeze. "Always have, and always will be the best! Raise your Red Bull cans for a toast!" Everyone except Simon clanked their cans together.
The blue clad chipmunk looked up from his book again and nudged his glass on the kitchen bench. "You only said Red Bull, I've got orange juice."
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