Okay, so this one is based off of a roleplaying session with my brother. (I played Alvin and he played Simon.) It's just cute--and very short--lil oneshot I wrote a week or two or three back. I had thoughts of making it a scene for later on in one of my stories (you can probably guess which one), but I'm not sure if it will work.
This is also posted as a story submission on Pawpringt Island forums--so if you happen to be a member there and have seen it, yes, I'm the same person.
No moral point to this fic--just funness.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Alvin and the Chipmunks or the characters Alvin and Simon Seville. They belong to Bagdasarian Productions...lucky them. :P
Neither do I own Battle 360. It belongs to...whoever is belongs to. The History channel, I guess.
Last but not least, I do not necessarily condone Alvin's behavior...I just laugh at it. (And roleplay it.)

So, let me say I think reviews are awesome. *hinthint* And now onto the story...

"You know, Alvin, I bet you'd enjoy Battle 360. I got the entire season on DVD the other day." Simon announced excitedly as they walked through the door. They had just come home from school.
"Are you kidding, Simon?!" Alvin replied hotly. "That was like the most boring thing on TV!"
"But, Alvin," Simon protested. "It's about World War II. It has the kind of stuff you like. Excitement, true stories involving the technology and war craft they had back then."
"Well, no. I like that stuff when it's like a TV show. But docutaries, or whatever you call 'em, I do not like. They're boring."
"Documentaries, Alvin." Simon placed his face in the palm of his hand.
"Whatever."
"Well, suite yourself, I suppose…" Simon walked off. "Why does he have to be so obnoxious?" The bespectacled chipmunk shook his head.

Later, Simon sat on the couch watching Battle 360. Even if Alvin didn't like this show, he certainly did.
"Why do you have the caption on?" a voice inquired suddenly. Simon jumped. He hadn't noticed Alvin trudge into the room and take a seat on the opposite side of the sofa. "It's annoying."
"I thought you didn't like this show."
"I don't, but that's beside the point. Why are you avoiding my question?"
"I'm not." Simon, looking a bit annoyed, lifted the DVD remote control and rewound a bit. When it had gotten just where he wanted it, he hit the pause button.
"Well, then answer it."
"Because I like the caption. It helps to ensure that I don't miss anything."
Alvin didn't respond. After a few minutes, however…
"Y'know, they spelled 'truk' wrong."
Simon held back a sigh as he paused the DVD yet again. "They did not."
Alvin smirked, but said nothing else. Simon pressed "play" on the remote.
They watched the DVD in silence for the next several minutes. "They keep spelling 'truk' wrong." Alvin announced once again. "They need to go back to elementary school."
Simon paused the DVD. Apparently, his annoyingly impulsive brother was bored. "Alvin, it's not spelled wrong. You see, it's an entirely different w—"
"So if I see a truck drive down the road I should spell it 'T-R-U-K' instead of 'T-R-U-C-K?" Alvin asked as innocently as he could manage.
"Augh! Al-vin!" The red-clad chipmunk's only reply was a flash of his famous grin.