It was spring break, for the chipmunks and chipettes. A whole week off from school. Anyone would want to go to Seaworld, or Disney land with their buddies for spring break. It was just a right time, like summer, or Christmas break.

The chipmunks and their counterparts were excited , and ready to go to Disney Land. It would be happening in one day.

Simon and Theodore woke to the sun already in the sky. Usually, they would be up before the sun came up. Well, Simon and Theodore, that is. Alvin hated getting up early. Or in fact, getting up before 10:00 A.M. He'd stay in late, because he was the one that stayed up late watching a scary movie while eating cookies or marshmallows.

As soon as they got their pajamas on, Theodore began to speak, "Aren't you excited to go to Disney Land? I can't wait to go on all the cool rides."

"Yeah, but you know you won't get on the big fun ones. I'll probably find you on the spinning cups at least 4 times." Simon replied, rustling Theodore's already-messy hair.

"Well, that might change! And I can't wait to go with the chipettes. I'm pretty sure we'll all have a great time." Theodore said, with a smile. He thought about the rides for a while. He really couldn't wait to ride them. They stood in silence for a little while until Theodore once again broke it. "Wanna wake Alvin up?" He asked, turning to Simon, who was on the other side of the room.

"Nah, he's woken up with an empty stomach before. He can miss breakfast again for all I care." Simon sneered. "If he'd get up and stop being lazy, maybe he wouldn't be so hungry when he wakes up. I'm glad I'm not him."

Theodore began to frown as he began speaking again. "Oh, Simon. Why must you two say cruel things about each other everyday?" He asked, remembering their many fights. Some on who was better, who was older, who was more mature.

Simon looked at Theodore. "I don't believe my statement was cruel." Simon said, poking Theodore's chest, slightly.

Theodore wrinkled up his nose as a response to Simon's reply. He went over to Alvin's bed, getting a plan ready to wake him up.

He had gotten an idea. He knew Alvin hated to be tickled. He climbed on Alvin's bed, then turned to Simon. "I'm gonna raspberry him," He said with a fun, evil smile. "Oh, you know he hates that," Simon said, as he walked out of the room, smiling.

Theodore carefully lift Alvin's shirt up, and did a raspberry on his belly. Alvin stirred, but didn't wake.

Theodore kept going, causing Alvin to now feel it. Alvin's eyes quickly opened, and he began to slightly laugh. "Ahaha, get off..Hehe, off, get off now! " Alvin said, laughing in between his words, while kicking at the same time. Theodore began to tickle him, on that ticklish spot of his. "Ahahah! Get off! Hahaha! Hahahah! Sthahahap!" Alvin said, turning over, clutching his belly. "I don't like my tummy tickled," He said as he rolled over. "I know," Theodore giggled. "Hahahaha!" Theodore, said laughing at Alvin.

Alvin stopped smiling. "Oh, ha ha ha." Alvin said sarcastically.

"What do you want, anyway?" He said.

"Just wanted you to get up! I didn't want you to miss breakfast." Theodore said.

"Oh, okay. Now, go away." Alvin said, still having his hand on his tummy, not wanting Theodor to tickle him.

Theodore realized. "I'm not gonna tickle you anymore," He giggled. "So stop,"

"That's what a person that's about to tickle you would say." Alvin told him.

"No, I'm serious now..But come on, let's go eat."

"Hrm. I'm not hungry." Alvin replied.

Just then, his stomach growled.

Theodore looked at him with a smile, "I think you're hungry,"

"Well, I'm not." Alvin said, getting under his blankets. Theodore pulled his blankets off. Alvin pulled them back down. Theodore pulled them off. Alvin pulled them on.

Off.

On.

Off.

On.

Off.

On.

Off.

Finally, Alvin quit. "Staaaahp!" He yelled.

"Get up, you old lazy dog!" Theodore said, still playing.

Then Alvin pushed Theodore. Theodore pushed him back; Alvin pushed him off the bed.

When Alvin pushed Theo off the bed, there was no response. Alvin waited a few seconds.

"Theodore?" He said, looking on the floor. Just then, Theodore came up from the opposite side of which Alvin was facing, and knocked Alvin off the bed from behind.

"Ow!" Alvin said with a thud as he hit the floor.

"Oh, Alvin, are you okay?" Theodore said. Alvin said nothing.

Theodore began to worry, and climbed off the bed. He sat beside Alvin and shook him. "Alvin?" He said.

He sat there for a few seconds, when Alvin turned around, and licked Theodore's face.

'Ewww!" He screeched. "Hahaha!" Alvin replied.

Alvin was about to take off, when Theodore suddenly grabbed his arm and bit it.

"Ow!" Alvin said, shaking Theodore off.

"Heheheh!" Theodore chuckled.

Just then, the door opened. "What the heck are you guys doing up here? Your waffles are getting cold." Simon told them, still in his morning mode.

"We were playing." Theodore said, smiling.

"No, he tickle-attacked me," Alvin said, crossing his arms.

"You were laughing." Theodore pointed out.

"Yeah, only because that was my ticklish spot!" Alvin said, not excepting the fact.

"Yeah but how about when we were-"

Simon cut Theodore off, "How about you two stop ticking and biting each other, and go eat breakfast? Weirdos.." Simon lastly said, stepping out the door.

Alvin shrugged. He sat back on his bed.

"Aw, come on, Alvin, I'm serious. Let's go eat."

That's when both of their stomachs growled.

"Cause' we're both hungry." Theodore said.

"Well, I don't want to." Alvin said, now acting serious as well.

"Why? Don't you want some," He sniffed the air for a scent of food. "Waffles?" He said, receiving the scent.

"No, my belly hurts." Alvin said slowly turning away from Theodore.

"Oh..Do you want me to tell Dave?" Theodore asked.

"No." Alvin replied, as he began to lay down again.

"Our little fight was fun Theodore, but I wasn't feeling too good in the first place. You can leave now," Alvin said.

"Oh, okay. Maybe we can play later? " Theodore said, rushing to Alvin's bed.

"You aren't pretending, are you?" Theodore said, knowing Alvin.

Alvin slowly shook his head. He actually did have a small tummy ache. He didn't feel like eating.

"Besides, we're going to Disney Land tomorrow. We'll have plenty of time to play."

"Okay," Theodore said, walking out the room with a frown.

He scadattled down the stairs; part of his daily routine.

He hopped past Dave, "Good morning Dave!"

He skipped past Simon, "Hi, Simon!"

And slid on the kitchen floor to the microwave. 'And hellooo, waffles!"

He carefully took two, leaving two more for Alvin.

'Hrm, where's that syrup? " He asked himself. He turned to look at the counters, then to the table. There it was, on the table.

He ran over to the table and poured a smiley face on his waffles.
Dave walked in with his face in the newspaper.

"Hi, Theodore." He said, looking up.

"Hello again, Dave." Theodore said, putting some waffles into his mouth.

"Where's Alvin?" Dave said, as he sat next to Theodore with his coffee mug in front of him.

"Upstairs. We were playing."

"Then, why isn't he down here, if he was awake, and playing with you?" Dave said.

"We only played a little while until he called quits…I think he called quits(?)" Theodore said, not remembering some details.

"Oh. Well, is he awake?" Dave asked.

"No, he went back to sleep. He doesn't feel good." Theodore said, putting some more waffles in his mouth.

"I'll go check on him real quick." Dave said.

"No, Dave. He's fine. He told me to leave him alone, so It think he wants you to, too." Theodore said, grabbing Dave's arm.

"No, I'll be quick." Dave said, pulling his arm away.

Theodore shrugged, and continued with his breakfast.

Dave slowly walked up the stairs. He saw Alvin's skateboard on the top stair. He sighed, and kicked it to the side, out of the way.

He walked to their room, and slowly opened the door.

Alvin was in bed alright. Dave could hear his soft snores. "That was fast..Theodore just came down there…" Dave thought to himself.

He carefully shook Alvin. Alvin's eyes slowly opened.

He yawned. "Yes?" Alvin said, rubbing his eyes.

"Are you feeling okay? Theodore said you weren't." Dave said, sitting on the side of Alvin's bed.

"Uhm, I'm okay, my belly just hurts.." Alvin said, not liking explaining things to Dave. He never liked expressing his feelings. He was never that 'type'.

"Do you want me to take your temperature?" Dave asked, feeling concerned.

"No, it's okay, Dave. I'll feel better tomorrow. " Alvin replied.

"Hm, okay." Dave said. He began to look at his surroundings. "You three need to clean this room," Dave said, chuckling as he stroke Alvin's hair. Alvin slightly giggled, but stopped in response to his stomach churning. Dave looked back Alvin. "Are you sure you're okay?" Dave said, slowly getting up.

"Yeah…" Alvin said, getting ready to get under his blankets.

Dave took one more look at Alvin.

"Get some rest then." He said before he closed the door.

Dave walked back downstairs to the sight of Simon and Theodore watching SpongeBob.

They weren't talking. In fact, Theodore was the only one watching TV. Simon was reading his Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets. Theodore sighed. Simon was missing all the funny parts. "Hey, Simon, did you see that face he just made?" Theodore asked. Simon didn't answer. He didn't mean to be rude to Theodore, of course. He was just caught up in his book. Theodore kept looking at Simon, waiting for an answer for 7 seconds. Then he slowly looked back at the TV.

Dave realized Theodore's loneliness. He went over to him, put Theodore in his lap, as they both laughed at the funny Spongebob episode.