(Edited Author's Note 1/26/2011)
Hello, all:) I know long author's note's are a drag and a groan, sooo I'll make this short. I would not recommend reading this story at the moment. The grammer is HORRIBLE, plot line is all over the place, and honestly I want to scream and take a baseball bat to a stuffed bunny when I read this. I'll try and edit chappie's whenever I get the chance. Until then, you have this wonderful piece of my first writings. But, just by some whim that you're patient-and I mean like PA-TIENT-then feel free to read on;]
I do not own Alvin and the Chipmunks.
Alvin Seville watched the reporters of L.A California out his homes front window. The reporters had been out there going at it all night and they hadn't gotten any sleep for almost days.
Dave groaned in frustration and stuck his head out the door. "Blasting reporters! GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I CALL THE POLICE!" He yelled and shut the door hard.
The chipmunks had been living with Dave for a few months now. The munks had made their selves quite comfortable, and apparently, so had the reporters.
"Their not going to leave Dave," Said Simon, the tall and lean, smart but not mean, chipmunk.
He rubbed his glasses on his sweat shirt, reviling baggy eyes. He glared out at the cameras. "All they want is to get us to go down to that studio and do an interview. Maybe we would if they would just LEAVE US ALONE!" Okay, maybe he was slightly mean when he was ticked off. Simon never raised his squeaky voice, unless he was singing.
"You guys!" Dave and Simon turned to the smallest chipmunk gazing up at them from his spot on the floor as the two of them stared down from their tired slouches on the couch. "Maybe they would leave if we just asked nicely." Dave sighed and opened the door, video camera's automatically turning on and camera's flashing.
"Your welcome to try," Dave muttered. Theodore nodded and hobbled over to the door on his short legs. The press started burgling questions and microphones at him as soon as he stepped out the door.
"Um..excuse me...EXCUSE ME!" Everyone went silent. Dave and Simon glanced at each other with raised eyebrows at the large yell the small chipmunk had produced.
"Thank you," Theodore said triumphantly raising his head slightly. "Now, my brothers and I are very tired. We haven't gotten any sleep for weeks on account of so much press. So we would really appreciate it if you would-"
"LEAVE!"
Everyone turned around to the scream. In the bedroom doorway, steam coming from his ears, Alvin shook with anger, teeth barred. "LEAVE! LEAVE! LEAVE! LEAVE!" He stomped over to stand by his brother, cold snow melting under his paws from the heated anger. His voice went down to an angry whisper. "I have not had any sleep or even been able to relax thanks to camera's flashing outside my window and people yelling me questions. So," He glanced at his brother's and Dave. "I think that we would all love it if you would just...freaking.."
A camera flashed and they all snapped.
"LEAVE!" They all yelled and Dave shut the door as soon as Alvin and Theodore rushed back in from the title wave of press.
Alvin groaned and fell to the floor, putting his hood over his head. Simon jumped on the window seal and narrowed his eyes. "Hey, did you guys see that most of them are all working for the same company?"
Dave raised an eyebrow. "What company Simon?"
"Jet Records. They, and that morning show that's been dogging us for the past few weeks pretty much make up the crowd out there." Theodore scratched his ear with his leg idly. "Isn't Jet Records the company Ian worked for?"
Alvin nodded as he sat up, his hood falling back onto his back. Dave sighed and fell into a chair. "Guys, I think that you should go and do that interview."
"WHAT?" The three brothers exclaimed in unison. Dave sighed, and nodded. "Look, if you do the interview, then they'll most likely leave us alone for a little while, unless you say something really stupid."
Simon huffed. "Yeah, we know that won't happen." He glanced at Alvin and he shot his a quick glare. Alvin sighed. "Eh, what the heck? What could go wrong?" Simon groaned. "What?" Alvin asked. His brother looked up. "You just totally jinxed us. I know it."
The chipmunks and their foster dad got to the studio and sat down in front of the applauding and fan girls trying to get passed the security. Alvin cringed at the acne faces bucked toothed ones shrilling and grabbing for him.
A timer read 00:30 and was going down as the seconds passed. Dave reminded the munks, "Now remember guys, try not to say anything you regret or that could get you killed, alright?" The chipmunks eyes got wide. He chuckled. "Just kidding, have fun!"
The brother's glanced nervously at each other before a young woman in a dark teal suit and heels that were as tall as Theodore sat down in a chair beside them. She ran her fingers through her hair and had straighten up, crossing her legs and muttering reassurance to herself. She then flashed a face smile at the camera as the crowd got louder and the man behind the main camera mouthed, "Five, four, three two-" He pointed at her as the record button on his camera flashed on.
"Hello America!" The interviewer, they guessed, announced grinning far to wide and sitting up way to straight. "I'm Connie O'Neals, and welcome to the morning event," She paused dramatically. "of a life time." The brother's snickered. She continued, "I'm here with Alvin, Simon, and Theodore, and for the first time in a whole month they will be interviewed answering our frequently asked questions, and yours as well."
She now turned to the munks and glanced down at the cue cards in her hands. "So, Simon," She looked back up and smiled again. "Tell me. What's it like working with your brothers?"
"Well," Simon tried to be careful with what he said. "It's really fun and exciting, and they make sure there's never a dull moment." He chuckled nervously as the crowd laughed. Connie grinned showing her own messed up teeth, and Alvin held back a groan and a run for the door. "What about you Theodore?" She said.
"Well Connie," Theodore said. "I love my brother's a lot," The audience all awed. "and it was cool because I don't think I could have so much fun with any other uh..chipmunks."
The crowd laughed again as Connie repeated the question to Alvin. "Uh," He yawned loudly, and Theodore glanced nervously at Simon. "I like it, I guess. But I don't like some of the fan girls. Did I mention how much I hate girls with bad teeth?"
Alvin's brother's and Dave all slapped their foreheads.
Connie self consistently bit her lip. "O..Kay," She said slowly. "before we go to the weather with Linda, I have one last question."What about girls?"
Alvin huffed. "Of course we like girls."
"No, no, not like human girls." Alvin raised an eyebrow. "I mean female chipmunks."
They all stared blankly at her. "Have you ever had girlfriends? As in, chipmunk girlfriends?"
"Uh..."
"Um.."
"Well, you see.." Simon swallowed. "we've seen female chipmunks, obviously. But..we've never really...had them as girlfriends." Theodore nodded along with him, as Alvin pondered that subject.
"Okay, well you've at least had girlfriends, right?" Connie asked casting her eyes downwards. Alvin snapped out of his mental trance at that question. "Psh! Oh course we have!"
Connie laughed loudly, and the chipmunks winced. She stood up, and said loudly, "Well, that's all the time we have with the munks, now here's Linda with the weather."
As the camera's turned to the left of the studio and took all attention off of them, Simon muttered, "I don't remember making out with any girls."
"Me neither." Theodore whispered.
Alvin jumped down from his seat as they all jogged on all fours towards Dave. "Well I have, I just saved both of your furry butts and dragged you into it."
Simon stopped and stood on to legs as he crossed his arms. "Oh yeah? Who was it, a fan girl?"
"Uh, sure."
Simon smirked. "What was her name?"
"Shut up Simon!" Alvin yelled as his brother caught his lie.