A different story from my regular Chipmunks fanfic: *Note* The Chipmunks/Chipettes are 14 years old in this story.

Alvin needs a new way to get around. He finds out that he can win a brand new scooter from entering into a contest. This would be great, but the real problem is the type of contest it is, and what he has to do for it.

Alvin and the Chipmunks, of course, was created and produced by Ross Bagdasarian and the Bagdasarian productions. I am not doing this for profit.

Enjoy the story!

"ALL FOR THE PRIZE!"

Written by Raven Child.

Chapter 1

Brittany Miller opens the front door and peers into her mailbox. She pulls out a handful of envelopes and flyers that was delivered by the mailman that morning. She quickly shuffles through the usual bills and a few flyers catch her attention briefly with some of the sales they are having in stores this week. As she walks in the door she realizes that she did actually get an letter with her name on it. She let out a coo with delight as she simply tossed the rest of the mail absently on a small table that the hall phone sat on and walked up to her room to read her letter.

At first she found that the letter held some interest to her, but then her excitement turned to a 'ho hum'. 'Just another beauty contest,' she thought to herself. With a sigh, Brittany casually placed the letter on the table by her bed. She got up, and went to the washroom to have a shower.

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"DAVE!" Alvin called out from the living room entrance.

"What is it, Alvin?" Dave answered back in an irritated voice. He made no attempt to look up away from the mountain of papers in front of him. "I'm busy."

"This is an emergency!" Alvin cried as he came into the kitchen where Dave sat trying to go through the bills. "I need a ride to the mall. They have a sale on these radical new running shoes and I *have* to get them."

Dave gradually turned away from the outstanding bill in his hand and just blinked at his over demanding son. "Why don't you just ride your bike to the mall?" He finally said.

"Come on, Dave…no one rides their bike to the mall anymore!" Alvin whined, rolling his eyes skyward.

"Oh, forgive me…I always thought all fourteen year olds loved to ride their bikes." Dave then tried to turn back to his paper work.

"Dave, please…just drive me to the mall." Alvin demanded.

"And I said, 'I'm busy'. Maybe tomorrow we will go to the mall."

"But by then it'll be too late. The sale is just for today."

"Then I'm sorry Alvin, but I need to get these bills paid up today, or we may not have power tomorrow." Dave stated.

"You know all of this could have been avoided if I had my license and a car by now." Alvin crossed his arms in protest.

"And you know you are not allowed either till you sixteen, Alvin."

"This sucks." Alvin spat as he finally left his dad alone.

Dave simply shook his head and went back to the bills. "Teenagers…" he groaned.