Happy Thanksgiving! Part 1 of 2 by hallhomestead

AN- Hello everybody.

If you've read my first story (Alvin and the Chipmunks 2, by hallhomestead obviously) , then you already know I'm a pretty long-winded person. This is true in both my conversations with my family, friends, and teachers, as well as my cyber-persona. I love talking, and almost never miss a chance to talk about something as long as humanly possible, wither it be an idea, my affection for you guys, or something totally different, I'll jabber on until someone tells me to shut up.

In this case, however, I think it would be a good plan to clam up.

Yeah, I've been missing for awhile, and now I'm back. Read Chipmunklover's post in the forums if you want to know what happened, or PM me. But right now, lets get to the story at hand.

Disclaimer- I don't own ANY characters in this story, besides the ones I made up. This is cartoon based, like all my previous shorts about holidays

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Alvin panted with his exhaustion.

He looked up from the ground and glanced at the two boys standing in front of him. Both of the boys were much larger than him, and they looked quite similar to each other. One of them was shifting his weight from foot to foot as his body, which was bent over towards Alvin, tensed and un tensed itself repeatedly. His face was twisted in utter concentration, waiting for a single word to let his body spring itself towards Alvin.

The other boy was quite the opposite. He was pacing back and forth a couple feet from where Alvin was, his body relaxed, but his face gave away his hawk-like intensity. His eyes never left his target; a small, brown, oblong ball underneath the third boy in the vicinity.

Alvin then switched his gaze to his teammate, the third boy on the field. This boy was more Alvin's height, but was still a little taller. He too was panting with exhaustion, but didn't seem to want to show it. He held the brown ball in his hands, his arm muscles tensed with anticipation.

"Oh, come on Seville!" exclaimed Tony Bents, the boy who was shifting his weight back and forth, "Just hike the ball so I can slam you!" Alvin glanced back at Tony, and rolled his eyes.

"Can it Tony, I'm trying to concentrate!" Alvin made a show of squinting his eyes and rolling his shoulders. This was his chance to hang out with the cool kids, and he wasn't about to screw it up with one badly thrown pass in this dumb football game.

"Well concentrate on your own time," said Nick Bents, the boy who was stalking the backfield, "Me and Tony have to go inside in ten minutes to eat Thanksgiving dinner with our grandparents and I don't want to have to tie to you and Troy. I'd die from embarrassment." He grinned at his brother and looked back at Alvin.

"Come on Al," Murmured his teammate, Troy, who was holding the ball, "Let's show these guys that just because we're a grade below them, doesn't mean we can't kick their butts in football."

Alvin grunted and rubbed the sweat out of his eyes. Here was his chance to prove to the world that he was cool enough to hang out with Nick, Tony and Troy. This was his moment of glory.

"Alright," He said to himself, "Hope you guys are ready!" He called to Tony and Nick. Alvin paused for a second to glance over to Simon and Theodore, who were watching from the sideline. He gave Simon a quick wink (which caused the older chipmunk to roll his eyes) then called out in as deep as a voice he could muster, "Hike!"

Troy quickly handed the muddy ball to Alvin, and took off running, Nick Bents following quickly behind. Alvin could hear Tony Bents counting to himself; "Two Mississippi, Three Mississippi..."

Alvin had to act fast.

Alvin saw out of the corner of his eye Troy turning around and waving one of his hands in the air. Alvin quickly realized this was his chance to prove himself. The chipmunk mustered up his remaining strength and threw the ball in a perfect spiral over the head of Tony, who had just finished saying "Five Mississippi", and had began to rush Alvin.

The ball flew and flew over the head of an astonished Nick Bents, and toward the awaiting arms of Troy Hudson.

But the ball had other plans. It flew over Troy's desperately waving arms and finally made it's swift descent into the gaping maw of Mr. Rowel's yard next down to the empty lot they were playing in

The angry cries of three boys followed.

"Oh man! Not another one!" said Troy, still staring at the fence surrounding the intimating house next door.

"Oh, nice job Seville!" growled Tony Bents, approaching the shocked chipmunk.

"You know how much that ball cost us? Do you?" Exclaimed Nick Bents

"Well," said a smirking Troy, amused by the look of shock on Alvin's face, "Your cannon of an arm is pretty ok, but your aim could use some work. What was it that Spiderman said? With great power, comes grea-"

"Shut it Troy" snarled Nick, "This isn't funny." Troy dropped the smirk off his face instantly and looked obediently at Nick. Nick then looked at Alvin, who quickly lost his shocked expression and glanced around nervously at the three other boys who had gathered in a circle around him.

"That ball cost me $20 Seville" said Tony in a near shout, " I hope you plan on giving that back to me in full pretty darn so-"

"Hold on Tony," said Nick in a deadly quiet whisper, "Maybe I have a better idea."

Alvin suddenly got very nervous. "N-Now hold on guys. W-Why don't I-I just go over to the house and get the old foot-"

"No" said Nick, slowly shaking his head, "Mr. Rowel has an old dog that will eat anything or," Nick grinned "Anyone that goes over there". Alvin gulped. "What you have to do, my little rodent friend, is go into your house, find us a decent replacement for our ball, then you give my brother twenty dollars for our lost ball. If you do that, maybe, just maybe, we can play ball again tomorrow. We'll wait here till then. You have ten minutes. Go"

Alvin stood there for a moment, then finally stammered out "B-But..."

Nick Bents glanced at his watch and said "Nine minutes and fifty seconds."

Alvin ran to his house.

Simon, who was watching this whole spectacle from the sidelines of the "football field" with Theodore by his side, shook his head. It didn't take a genius to see that Nick Bents and his friends had convinced Alvin to do some unpleasant task for them, and Alvin, in his desperation to be friends with the "cool kids" had rushed off to The Chipmunk's house to do it.

Simon glanced at Theodore and they both nodded. "Let's not get involved in this one," they said at the same time, and the two brothers began to walk away from the football field toward the direction of the Chipettes' house to see what they were up to.

Alvin, on the other hand, was running as fast as he could to his house, ignoring both his previous exhaustion from playing four quarters of football and the knowledge that the Chipmunk's didn't own a football or anything the resembles one, since Alvin's experiment with inflated balls and scissors. He was racking his brain for something he could bring back to Nick and his friends, but couldn't think of anything. Then, as Alvin rounded the corner to his home, he saw Dave's car pulling into the driveway.

Dave must have gotten back from Thanksgiving shopping, thought Alvin. At first Alvin was disappointed that Dave was back early, because it meant it would that much harder ransacking the house for football-like objects, but then Alvin noticed what Dave had in the front seat of his car.

It was a turkey.

That is when an idea began to form in Alvin's mind. A crazy and wild idea, but,reasoned Alvin, it was better than nothing.

As Dave parked the car and turned off the engine, Alvin stopped running and began to sneak towards the car. Then, as Dave grabbed the first batch of groceries and started heading toward the front door Alvin slowly opened the door of the car, and looking at the turkey...and the solutions to all his problems.

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Whoa.

That was weird. I never expected to write another story, let alone one with two parts!

I hope you enjoyed my latest installment, and I look forward to finishing it. Now tomorrow, I have some news about the future of my version of Alvin and the Chipmunks 3. Right now, a third installment is pretty much up in the air, but I will have a definate answer tomorrow, though expect me to stall as much as possible. I WILL, however, be posting another short pretty soon. Be looking for that.

I can't tell you what a joy it is to be writing again!

Cya!

-hallhomestead