AN: Hi guys! I wanted to start a series of short, unrelated oneshots focusing on The Chipmunks toddler and baby years. Not only to get rid of any writers block I may have, but also to try and expand the genres I'm comfortable writing in. It won't be my best work, but I think it'll be fun and I have a ton of ideas for it. So, enjoy!

Disclaimer: The Chipmunks, David Seville, and any other characters mentioned in any chapter of this story are the property of Bagdasarian Productions. I own nothing.

David Seville sighed as he lead his three children across the crowded fairgrounds. He knew from the beginning he'd regret taking three toddlers to the town fair, but he wanted them to get some socialization in before they had to start school in just two short years.

The three-year-olds were each attached to a child-harness that Dave had secured around his wrist, and every so often he'd feel a small tug when one of them attempted to go in a separate direction and failed. The harnesses caused a few dirty looks from his fellow parents, but what else could he do? How could they expect him to control three rambunctious chipmunks in such a crowded area?

So far they hadn't had much fun. It had rained as soon as they got there that day, and the entire fairground was muddy and nasty. Alvin, Simon, and Theodore hadn't gotten a nap in before they left that morning, and all three of them were rather cranky. Honestly, now was the first time they were all quiet at once. Dave glanced down at the small children, each of which smiled up at him.

"Daaaave, can we get on the wollacosta?" So much for the silence. Oh well, he couldn't expect them to keep quiet for too long.

"It's 'roller coaster', Alvin, and no, you fellas are still too little for that." Alvin stopped walking and crossed his arms, stomping his foot in annoyance.

"Nah-uh." Alvin looked over at his brothers, hoping for their support. Instead he was met with wide-eyed stares. Simon was the first to speak up.

"I-I don't think that looks vewy safe..." The tallest chipmunk glanced over to where the rollercoaster was. Alvin's gaze then shifted to his youngest brother, who was now too busy munching on his cotton candy to even listen to anything anyone else was saying. The eldest chipmunk narrowed his eyes. So he was in this alone.

"Okay, Dave." The red-clad child smiled innocently up at his guardian, who then turned and continued walking through the crowds towards the Merry-Go-'Round.

It took several minutes for the man to notice the small, quiet shouts of 'Dave!' that were coming from behind him. When he turned around to see what was troubling his children, he was met with the frightened gazes of only two chipmunks. Dave felt a lump form in his throat.

"Boys...where is Alvin?" The two remaining Chipmunks pointed in the direction of the roller coaster, and fear slapped David Seville right in the face.

He turned in the direction of the coaster, pulling his boys along with him. He tugged a little too hard and too fast, however, as instead of catching up and walking with him, the two tiny children lost their balance. Simon fell flat on his face in the mud, and Theodore dropped his cotton candy, causing him let out an upset cry.

Dave turned around, scooping up the two small children and walking as fast as he possibly could toward the roller coaster. Meanwhile Theodore attempted to get as much of the sticky candy off of his fingers and into his mouth as he possibly could, being much more successful than one would think, and Simon tried in vain to wipe the mud off of his glasses with his already muddy shirt.

Dave couldn't think straight. The troubled parent's eyes shot around erratically, hoping and praying they would spot a nearly microscopic red dot amongst the crowd.

Thankfully, they did just that. Alvin was sitting on a bench next to the roller coaster with a nice looking blonde woman, who appeared to be around Dave's age. The little boy was chattering up a storm. Dave couldn't quite make out what he was saying, but he heard something along the lines of being big, brave, and strong enough to go on the roller coaster.

The man speed-walked over to the bench.

"There you are, Alvin, you had me worried sick!" David set his two youngest children onto their feet, scooping Alvin up in his arms. The woman chuckled at him.

"Looks like you've got your hands full." Dave sighed and looked over at her.

"Tell me about it. Thank you for sitting with him."

"No problem." The woman smiled. "I think he had it set in his mind that he was going on that coaster. I know how you feel though, my boys were terrible their first time at the fair."

Dave would have responded, if it weren't for the fact that each of his pant legs were being tugged on, and from all directions he heard whining.

"Daaave, I'm hungwy!"

"Dave, can we go to the bathwoom?"

"Dave, I wanna wide the wollacosta!"

Perhaps it would be best to just go home.

Yikes, that was pretty bad. Honestly I spent several hours contemplating one sentence. xD Oh well. Thank you for reading!