Well, this is it! My first attempt at an AatC Go to The Movies fanfic. I know I said that I'd focus more on Simon, but he doesn't show up until the next chapter. My bad. Anyway, the reason I chose this movie is because when I first saw Rain Man, I could easily picture Alvin and Simon stepping into the shoes of the main characters. And I've loosened the plot a little bit to adapt to the Chipmunks' personalities. I don't own the rights to the Chipmunks or Rain Man. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Estranged Relationships

The early morning sun cast its rays on the polished surface of the Lamborghini. It was almost impossible to distinguish which was a brighter red – the car or the suit worn by the chipmunk that stood beside it admiring his reflection. Alvin Seville, self-proclaimed car dealer extraordinaire. The red-clad chipmunk straightened up his tie and gave himself a wink before heading back into his office where his other two colleagues were busy at work.

One of them was Lenny, who was trying to salvage the remains of a deal being made. The other was his girlfriend and Australian immigrant Brittany Miller.

"Alvin!" Lenny hissed, covering the phone's receiver. "Mr. Bateman wants to back out on his car, and he's dragging Mr. Whitman with him! Now they both want their down payments back!"

Alvin slapped his forehead. Wasn't there anybody else competent enough he could trust? "Give me the phone!"

He picked it up and flashed his buck-toothed grin, a charm worthy of winning anybody over in his previous rock-star days.

"Mr. Bateman, it's a pleasure talking to you! Listen, your car has passed the emissions, so all I need now is the paperwork, okay? And because of your incredible patience, I'll knock off 5 grand from each car. Yes my man, you've been most patient. We truly appreciate that. Thank you. Goodbye."

He hung up, punched a triumphant fist in the air and went over to cuddle Brittany.

"So, are you ready for Palm Springs, baby?"

Brittany sighed as she looked up at Alvin. "You sure you want to go with all of these problems still?"

"We're minutes away from closing another deal! Anything for my girl." The two broke into a kiss.

Once they were in the car on the way to Palm Springs, however, things went off on a different story.

"Alvin, we need to talk."

"About what?"

Brittany massaged her temple. "I know we're doing this because we're trying to fix our relationship. But you're always excluding me from you because you're always obsessed with your thoughts!"

"I'm always thinking, babe," smiled Alvin. "Nothing you should be worried about."

"Well then, if it's nothing, why won't you let me help you? Maybe you're thinking about something that we can talk!" Brittany shot back.

What's with that, thought Alvin. She's getting on my nerves!

"I don't know why I'm putting up with you, Alvin, and honestly-"

"You want to talk? Fine! Let's start talking now!"

Brittany was beginning to lose her temper. "But this isn't talking – this is-"

"Hang on, Brittany; I'll get to you later," Alvin cut her off as his phone rang.

"Hey Alvin, it's Lenny here. Look, I've been trying to get hold of you for hours. I've just got a call from a Mr. Mooney, your dad's lawyer. He's been trying to reach you. Your dad's just passed away, Alvin. I'm sorry. The funeral's tomorrow in Cincinnati. He says you'd know where."

There was complete silence for the next few seconds.

"I have Mr. Mooney's number. If you need anything-"

"That won't be necessary."

"Alvin, are you sure about it?"

"Look, I'm fine. Thanks for calling; I'll see you on Monday." And with that, Alvin hung up.

"I'm sorry about the weekend, Brittany." The chipmunk didn't show any signs of remorse whatsoever as he spoke.

"The weekend? But this is your dad's funeral!" exclaimed Brittany.

Alvin shrugged. "What difference does it make? He could have died tomorrow or yesterday, and I wouldn't have known." Seeing the appalled look on the chippette's face, he continued further. "We had a falling out years ago. My mum left me on Dave's doorstep when I was two. It was just the two of us. And well, we weren't even on Christmas card terms."

"So are you going?"

"To the funeral? Heck, yeah. I have to."

Brittany put an arm around Alvin's shoulder. "Then I'm coming with you."

"You don't have to do this, Brittany. I didn't mean to spoil your weekend plans," reasoned Alvin.

"I'm going with you, and that's final."

He kissed her in reply and chuckled. "Sorry, I forgot who I'm talking to."

The funeral was a simple ceremony. Only a few of Dave's colleagues and closest friends were there. Nobody had shed a tear. And Alvin had made absolutely sure to stand as far as possible from the mourners in order to avoid further contact.

After it was over, Mr. Mooney, a man clearly in his fifties, went over to Alvin to discuss about the rest of the details in Dave's will. They would settle everything in Alvin's old house, a place he had barely stepped foot into for over 10 years.

"Once we're done with that, we're getting the hell out of here," Alvin told Brittany later in the car.

Dave had left the place exactly as it had been since Alvin left. The prize rose bushes with its red treasures were still thriving as ever, the outer walls were still a pearly white, and the car was concealed behind its worn-out tarpaulin. Probably because it was an old piece of crappy junk, thought Brittany.

But she definitely had an eye for fancy rides when Alvin pulled away the tarpaulin, revealing the exquisite beauty underneath. "Woah! Is that what I think it is?"

"You got that right," Alvin whistled. "This is a 1949 Buick Roadmaster convertible. Straight 8, Fireball 8. Only 8,000 production models made. And this one was Dave's."

After that, they made their way into the living room. While Alvin began sorting out bits of unwanted junk and keepsakes, Brittany discovered the trove of old family photo albums and she couldn't resist not looking through.

"I think you've been over-exaggerating, Alvin. Look at this." She held up a wrinkled, yellowing photo. In it was a younger Alvin being hugged by Dave after going to their first baseball game. "Dave is clearly not a guy who doesn't love his son at all. You're always making up stories, Alvin!"

"You want to hear a story? Fine, I'll give you one! In this house, Dave had only two 'babies' – the Buick and those rose bushes outside. But mostly it was the Buick. That car was off-limits to me. He'd say 'This is a classic; it's not for children.'

"I was in tenth grade, sixteen years old, and I came back from school once with a report card full of straight As. I asked Dave, 'Can I take the car out? You know, for a victory lap?' He looked at me and said 'Absolutely not.' That night, I took the keys, called a few friends over for a drive, and I snuck the Buick out."

"You took the car without your dad's permission? Why?"

Alvin struggled to find the words. "Because...because I deserved it, okay? Nothing I ever did was good enough for my old man! Don't you understand that?

"Anyway, the four of us were on the highway, and we got pulled over-"

"Pulled over?"

"Yeah, you know." He made a siren noise as though to illustrate. "The police."

"I know what pulled over means, Alvin," Brittany snapped.

"Can you let me finish? Apparently, Dave filed in a report. Said that his car was stolen. Not 'my son took the car out.' The Buick was stolen. Me and the guys got thrown in the lockup; the other kids' parents bailed them out. But Dave left me there for two days."

Brittany couldn't believe her ears. "You were in prison for two whole days?"

"Two days."

"Were you scared?"

Alvin picked up a toy car, his eyes reflected in the bitterness of his past. "Yeah, I was. After that, I left home for good, and I never saw him again."

"Alvin Seville, we've been together for a year now, and this is the first time you've told me this. I mean, how can you have kept it away from me? It's strange," said Brittany, folding her arms.

"When I was a kid and I got scared, the Sun Man would come and sing to me." At least there was something in Alvin's childhood which kept him happy.

"The Sun what?"

Alvin waved her off. "Oh, you know, one of those imaginary childhood friends."

"What happened to him?"

"Nothing. I just grew up," he replied dryly.

Not so much, thought Brittany with a faint smile.

To Be Continued... Please leave your reviews!