A/N:

Hey all! Just wanted to say sorry for such a long wait between stories/ chapters. Life has been really busy these last few months and writing hasn't really been on my mind all that much. However, while I've been concentrating on real life issues, my mentality has fallen back into an old fandom.

Not to be confused with the popular web series by Roosterteeth, this is an Alvin and the chipmunks story...

I've always liked the way Alvin and Simon interact with each other and felt it'd be nice to write some brotherly one-shots to demonstrate this relationship. No shipping involved, but some of these will probably be cute nonetheless.

Anyway, hope you all enjoy!

Un-Pranking

To say that Alvin was frustrated was an understatement, he was furious. Specifically at his goody-two shoes younger brother, Simon.

It had started as a harmless little prank- replace Dave's shaving cream with whipped cream. He was so sure no one else knew what he was up to, especially his brothers. However, for the fifth time that week, his intelligent, blue clad family member had thwarted him, having told their adoptive father well before the prank was supposed to play out about it, ending in an excessive chore list.

Yes, it was true, everyone in the Seville family knew what went through Alvin's mind on this week of the year- that being April fools. It was an unwritten rule that instead of celebrating for only one day, the eldest chipmunk brother would drag the whole thing out a week, targeting everyone he knew.

However, for some strange reason, Simon had managed to find out all of his plans this year. How? Alvin just didn't know, chalking it up to his brother being too smart for his own good. That was why he was currently trying to find the taller chipmunk to give him a piece of his mind, how dare he ruin his fun?

Walking up the stairs towards their shared bedroom, Alvin stomped his way inside, slamming the door open to find…an empty room?

Where is he? He hissed to himself, storming out the door and all but jumping back down the stairs.

"Simon? Simon!" He called out to no avail.

"He better be home…" he mumbled under his breath, making his way into the kitchen to find his youngest brother, Theodore, baking…was that a cake?

"Hey, Theodore, you wouldn't happen to know where four eyes has gone, would you?" He asked, causing the green clad chipmunk to turn around, spoon dripping a small bit of dough onto the hard tiled floor. He had flour almost all over him and it seemed to take him a while to figure out who Alvin meant.

"Oh, you mean Simon," he put a dirty hand up to his chin while trying to remember where he'd seen the genius, "Hmm…."

Alvin crossed his arms, growing ever more impatient with both of his brothers now. "Sometime in the next century would be great, Butterball."

Theodore didn't seem to hear him as he was lost trying to remember where Simon had gone to. In what seemed like a year he finally smack his fist against his other open palm.

"Oh, I know where he is, Alvin!" Alvin rolled his eyes, prompting him to continue with a wave of his hand.

"He's down in his lab," this caused a wide grin to spread across the chipmunks face, "But he said he didn't want you to go down there, Alvin!"

However the red clad brother merely waved him off, heading towards the basement near the kitchen, "It's not like I'm gonna touch anything, I'm just gonna…talk with him," he stated ominously, causing a worried expression to grace his youngest brothers face. Opening the basement door carefully, Alvin turned back to Theodore momentarily, "Also, save a slice of that cake for me!" he called, carefully closing the door after him.

Theodore, now a little worried for his other older brother, went back to baking. Best to stay out of any argument Alvin and Simon may have, lest he get caught in the cross fire.

Having closed the door as silently as he could, Alvin slowly tip-toed down the short flight of stairs leading to his brainy brothers' laboratory. Taking in the sight of the aforementioned lab, the oldest Seville brother was surprised to find that it had been slightly renovated since last he visited.

It wasn't like he enjoyed coming down here, he just enjoyed antagonising Simon in the middle of an experiment and because the middle Seville spent a lot of his time down here, that meant Alvin had to join him sometimes, just to get on his nerves.

What was different about the basement however, was the new addition of four or five monitors to the far back wall. They were turned off at the moment, but that didn't stop Alvin from being curious as to what his younger brother could possibly be doing with those screens, much less how he got them down there in the first place. However, turning to the issue at hand, Alvin gazed around trying to find his nerd of a brother.

It was usually dark in the lab, but today it was insanely pitch black for some reason and Alvin couldn't see head or tails of the place. That was, until his little ears picked up the soft sound of humming coming from behind one of the desks in front of him.

Simon's back was to him and it seemed the only source of light in the room was a small reading lamp, illuminating the chipmunks' silhouette as he messed around with the papers in front of him.

Not to let such a good opportunity for a little prank pass him by, Alvin began to creep up to his unsuspecting brother, a devious grin on his face. Edging closer, he took a huge breath, ready to pounce when-

"Don't even think about it, Alvin," Simon said with a sigh in his voice. Alvin just stared at the back of his head as though he was slapped.

"Wha-HOW?!" the red capped chipmunk exclaimed, he couldn't believe it! Foiled again! It was usually easy to scare Simon because he was usually so absorbed in what he was doing he wouldn't notice before it was too late. Simon just spun in his chair to face his brother, a confident smirk on his face as he gazed up at his older brother.

"How, what, Alvin?" he asked, straightening his already straight glasses, it was a habit. Seeing his brothers glare that pretty much meant, 'you know what I mean', a fake sense of realisation appeared on his face.

"Oh, like how I was able to tell you were behind me," it was a statement, not a question, "that's easy. I read about experiences people with thick framed glasses have and how it affects their ability see through their peripherals," he stated, gesturing to his own huge frames, "Obviously I have a hard enough time seeing things out the corner of my eyes so I wanted a remedy to stop you from sneaking up on me."[1] Alvin just rolled his own blue eyes in annoyance, Simon did have a habit of just prattling on about topics that just didn't interest the older brother.

"And?" Alvin asked, drawing the word out in the process, "Get to the point, Simon!"

Said chipmunk didn't pay his brothers frustrations any attention and continued. "Well, I read that someone decided to try and use the glass reflection to tell what was coming, thus working kind of like peripherals themselves." He finished proudly. Alvin just rolled his eyes at the nerd.

Simon, after finishing his elaborate description, stood up from his chair to stand in front of his older, but shorter brother, arms folded and a typical eye brow raise to boot.

"Now I know that's not the only reason you decided to come here. So what do you need, Alvin?" He said with a slight upturn of his head. He had a feeling as to why his older brother wanted to see him, the looks where a great give away, he just wanted to know from Alvin himself before passing judgement. Said chipmunk gazed up at him, glaring at the taller of the two.

"Oh, ho ho! You know exactly what I wanna know, pal!" He said, poking Simon in the nose, "And I'm not gonna leave until I find out!" He matched his brothers' stance, arms folded and a look of contempt gracing his face. A moment of silence occurred until Simon just rolled his eyes at the capped boy.

"Well, by all means, ask away. I don't exactly have all day to waste standing here, Alvin…" he mumbled, eyes darting towards his monitors worriedly for a split second before coming back to rest on Alvin. Unfortunately, Alvin had seen the glance and was now suspicious about his little brother. Beginning to circle him, the red clad chipmunk folded his arms behind his back, a thoughtful look on his face.

"I was meaning to ask you about those sometime later, but because something seems to be troubling you about those screens, I wanna know what they do…" he stopped circling and took up his stance again. The statement caused Simon to start sweating, why'd he have his mind on them now of all times? He was sure he'd be able to breeze through this discussion without giving away his little experiment on his brother.

"Well, uhh…not a whole lot, they actually haven't even been set-up yet so that's why I need to be in peace," he chuckled nervously, he was never a good liar and he was sure Alvin could see right through his act.

"That's a bunch of baloney and you know it! I can see the power light from here on all of them," Alvin stated, gesturing toward said items, anger and frustration in his high-pitched voice.

"Well, you see…" Simon gulped, "I honestly don't know if they work yet, haven't had a chance to test them," he was digging himself a deeper hole and he knew it. Alvin gave him a smirk.

"Uh, oh..." Simon thought, he hated that look.

"Well, if you have nothing to hide, surely you wouldn't mind if I turned them on, would you?" the smaller of the two asked, confidence lacing his words. He knew he had Simon against a wall and it was obvious his horrible lies weren't going to do anything to sway him.

"NO!" Simon exclaimed, causing the smirk on Alvins' face to grow wider. Composing himself, the little scientist continued, "I mean, why are you so interested, Alvin? Surely there's something else you would rather be doing. You're usually bored by what I show you anyway…" he prayed that that may ease his brothers' suspicion a little. However, it only caused Alvin to look mockingly hurt.

"Why, Simon, I can't believe you would think of me so horrible to not show an interest in my little brothers' work," he wiped a fake tear from his eye, a hand on his heart, "That's just low, even for you."

Simon watched the whole acted, rolling his eyes at the dramatic chipmunk in front of him, "You've never been interested before," he deadpanned.

"That's because you've never been this nervous before," Alvin replied, having gone back to normal in a second, "Now where's the remote for these bad boys?" he asked eagerly to a slightly stressed out Simon.

The truth is he knew exactly where the remote was (that being in a draw in the desk behind him), but Alvin didn't need to know that.

"Uhh…I don't know?" he shrugged.

"You, don't know?" Alvin cocked an eye brow.

"Yeah, don't know where I put it, that's what I was doing before you interrupted me. Looking for it," hoping his brother would leave the issue, Simon began to relax slightly, surely that lie would work wouldn't it?

What he didn't expect was for his brother to grab him by the scruff of his neck, pulling him down to his height, "Well I guess I'll just have to turn them on manually then, won't I?" Alvin seethed, letting go of Simon to storm over to the monitors.

Simon, before Alvin evidently destroyed the monitors, ran in front of him, stopping him in his tracks, "Stop, Alvin!"

"Why, Simon?! What do you need to hide?" Simon gave a sigh. The gig was up, he had nowhere to hide.

"Al-alright, I'll show you what they do," he then turned towards the desk and pulled out the remote for them, facing a now happy and excited Alvin.

He's really not going to like me when he sees this, Simon muttered inwardly to himself, pointing the remote at the monitors and clicking the universal 'on' button for all of the screens.

What Alvin saw surprised him.

One by one each of the monitors turned on to reveal certain rooms in the Seville household. The first one was the chipmunks' bedroom, showing a wide shot of all three beds. The second was an angled shot of Dave's bathroom that was only targeted on the sink and toiletries'. The third was an overview shot of their kitchen where Alvin saw Theodore icing his cake, taking a moment to take a layer of frosting off the spoon with his finger to eat.

The fourth was the front doorway/ entryway, showing a view of the lounge room and staircase. Finally the last one was a bird's eye view of the house entirely, both the front and back yards in sight. However, what this didn't show Alvin was why there were cameras everywhere.

Unless…He thought, mind going back to that morning and how Dave had told him that Simon knew about the shaving cream incident. And all of the pranks I've tried all week…

"You've- You've been spying on me?!" he exclaimed, half in awe at his brothers' brilliance and half in anger at the sheer thought of it all.

"I would say, 'spying', Alvin. Just…keeping an eye on you," Simon replied uneasily, wiping his glasses on his shirt nervously. Alvin spun around quickly to face his brother, anger etched all over his face.

"That's what 'spying' means, Simon!" he threw his arms up, "Why would you need to go to all this trouble anyway, you could have just asked me to tone the pranks down!" Alvin was hurt and he didn't exactly know why. He was confused as to why Simon was so calm about all this.

I don't annoy them that badly do I? Alvin questioned himself, waiting for his brothers' answer. Simon looked toward him, eye half-lidded in a 'know-it-all' type of gaze.

"Alvin, you and I both know you wouldn't tone it down even if I spelt it out for you," he sighed, "I understand you feel betrayed, heavens know I didn't want it to come to this," he shook his head, "but I was over having to look behind me every day, not to mention check all of my belongings for bugs and whatnot so I decided to set them up hoping to catch you in the act and it seemed to have worked…"he drew out, rubbing between his eyes where a headache was beginning to take form.

Alvin just stared at him blankly, trying to take all of it in. It was true he did go a little overboard this time of year, but was it that bad? He relished in the feeling of making others mad at him sometimes and lived for the thrill of a successful prank, but did he ever stop to think about how it affected those he targeted?

Staring at his tired little brother, he must have been staring at those monitors for hours, he thought as Simon went to go sit back on his chair, taking off his glasses to rub his sore eyes. I had no idea everyone felt that way, he glumly admitted to himself, making his way over to his brothers' desk.

Hopping up on top of the desk, Alvin patted Simon on the shoulder to get him to look up at him. He had no idea how he was going to make it up to him now.

"Hey, Si" he called, using the nickname he used when he genuinely wanted to be nice to his brother.

"Yeah, Alvin," Simon replied, putting his glasses back on his face. His older brother was acting uncharacteristically nice right now and he wasn't exactly use to it. Looking at the red clad chipmunks face though seemed to tell a different story.

Truth was, Alvin was struggling. He'd had to say sorry to his brother before, but only after Dave made him do it. It was much harder to say it now when he really wanted to be forgiven. Sucking in his own pride, he tried to convey what he wanted to.

"I'm, so- I'm sor-"

"It's okay, Alvin, I get what you mean," Simon chuckled, not wanted Alvin to hurt himself over a simple apology, "And I'll accept your apology on one condition," he held up a finger, a serious look in his grey eyes. Alvin rolled his eyes but waited until the taller of the two finished, "Can we please just keep April fools to one day a year?" he asked rhetorically.

Alvin seemed to ponder this point for a bit before shrugging, "I guess I can live with that," he shrugged causing Simon to smile, "as long as you get rid of those monitors."

"Deal," the younger replied, standing up from his chair once more to make his way back up the stairs towards the kitchen, taking a casual glance at the kitchen monitor as he did, a slight smirk forming. Thankfully Alvin wasn't paying attention.

"I think Theodore's finished his cake, do you want to go and get a slice?" He asked, pointing his thumb in the direction of the basement exit, turning off the monitors with his other before putting the remote down.

"Oh, me first!" Alvin exclaimed, jumping off the desk before racing past Simon towards the door.

Climbing the stairs two at a time while Simon lagged behind, Alvin flung the door open to find Theodore and Dave meeting him out the front, cake in hand.

"You know, I hate wasting good food," Theodore pointed out as he looked at his adopted father.

"But I reckon this can be an exception," Dave replied as the two of them advanced on Alvin who had become gradually uneasy the further he stepped into the kitchen.

"You guys wouldn't dare," he stated cockily, "would you?"

"Try us," they both stated together before dumping the entire cake on top of the oldest Seville brothers' head, coating him from head to toe in delicious frosting.

Suddenly a flash went off, blinding Alvin momentarily while he tried to rid his eyes of the sweet goo. He turned to find Simon holding a camera and an instant photo in his hand.

"Oh, yeah, that one's going in the scrapbook," he smirked as Alvin fumed in front of him. Slowly making his way out of the muck, Alvin advanced on his brother.

"Hey Si, how about a hug?" he asked innocently as the chipmunk in question backed up.

"I think I'll pass this time, Alvin," he replied before bolting from his spot to their room upstairs. Alvin stormed after him, fire in his eyes.

"Simon!" he called after.

Dave was about to stop the annoyed chipmunk from going anywhere else covered in the mess, but Theodore just place a hand on his arm, shaking his head. Both of them knew they wouldn't be able to stop him anyway.

The surrogate father merely shook his head at his sons' antics. After all; what's a day without trouble in the Seville household?

A/N:

[1] I'm the one who wears glasses in my family and I do this when people try to sneak up on me. Doesn't always work, but at least its something.

Let me know what you think and if you have any other one-shot ideas I'm happy to see if I can trying writing them!