Hello Readers and Writers! Here's a new story for you! This story is not set in the same world As Jeanette's Flower or What We Have so you don't need to read those if you don't want to. I do not own the Chipmunks, the Chipettes or any character associated with Bagdasarian Productions. I do however own the story. This is BROTHERLY, not an Alvin/Simon relationship.
Happy Reading and Happy Writing!
Alvin's Point of View
"Simon!" Dave called from the dining room table, "Dinner!"
"Hurry up!" I added, whining for the first bite of the pizza that Dave, my guardian -more like a father- ordered. There were six spots to eat on the table; that's right, I just said ON! We weren't just "kids" as Dave called us, we were chipmunks, the chipettes, Brittany, Jeanette, and Eleanor, and me and my brothers, Simon and Theodore. The six of us were six furry chipmunks, roughly eight inches to a foot tall with tails and everything. Not wanting to toot my own horn here, but we were pretty famous; still Dave treated us like kids, but we treated him like a father so I guess it was somewhat of a fair trade. I sat in one spot and to my left sat my youngest brother Theodore. Ahead of us, three spots were filled by the three females of the house: Brittany, the pink beauty with auburn fur, Jeanette, the shy smarty with darker chocolate brown fur, and Eleanor, the motherly sweetheart with the brightest fur that anyone had ever seen. Brittany sat in the middle like I had, and her sisters took each side of her. The spot to my right was empty and for the first time too. Simon was never late for anything unless and emergency came up. Unless he started a fire in the room we shared with the chipettes, he should be down here eating like any other day. "Simon!"
"Alvin, just go up and look for him." Dave said. I pondered the idea in my head; wait for Simon with the hopes of him coming down soon so we could start eating, or go all the way upstairs and drag him down by his blue hoodie for the sake of filling my stomach. Obviously I chose the latter. Climbing down from the table and over to the stairs, I could hear Brittany snicker as I was tasked with such a lame chore. Angry as I was, I still hopped each step with a smile. With each step, the growls in my stomach got louder and I couldn't get to our room fast enough. Our door was wide open and through it I could see the blue of my brother's hoodie and the darker brown fur he had as opposed to my pure brown.
"Oh, no no no," I heard him complain from inside the room, "that won't work either." He sighed and threw something away far off to the side of our room where I couldn't see. He looked upset and I really should have been more respectful, but I could smell the cheesy pizza from here, it called to me.
"Simon, what's taking you so long?!" I questioned, "I'm starving!" Oh well, so much for respect.
"Alvin, I can't think about food now, I'm in the middle of a crisis!" Great, if this was anything like Dave's mid-life crisis, I was in trouble.
"There is an extra-cheesy pizza down there that is just begging to be eaten," I informed him of the current situation, "Dave refuses to start dinner without you. Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, which do you prefer?" He gave me an unamused look like I was making a joke. "Dude, I'm not kidding!"
"I can't eat right now." He stated.
"Ugh! I f I help you with your crisis, will you hurry the heck up?"
"I couldn't ask you to help with something of this proportion, it's too unorthodox."Big words… I got the feeling we weren't going anywhere soon.
"I'm offering my services to you and you turn me down?" I couldn't believe it, "Worry about this orthodox thingy later. Can't we just go downstairs?" I asked this as my stomach growled yet again, wondering where dinner was.
"Alvin, this is a nightmare!" Dang… I guess unorthodox means it's important. As hungry as I was, I knew I had to help him.
"Maybe -and this is just a suggestion- you tell me what's wrong and I … Help you." I had to force those last words out and he looked suspicious at my sudden generosity. I was starting to think I was never going to get to eat. Was this how Theodore felt all the time?
"Boys," Dave called from downstairs, "don't make us start without you!"
"Spit it out!" I screamed, grabbing my brother's shoulders and shaking him.
"Fine," He agreed and readjusted his black-rimmed glasses on his face comfortably, "As you know the science fair is coming up and I thought I had a real chance at winning with the project I've come with," Yeah yeah; get to the point! "The only problem is… Well…" Anytime now, that pizza's only got so long before everyone else digs in and we get stuck with the crumbs. "It runs with something and I'm missing the… Part… And the only other person that I know who has it is Mr. Crout. I know he's not going to give it up willingly so I've come to the conclusion that I have to… Steal it." This instantly became the best day of my life; my nerdy, goody goody brother, Simon, wanted to do something completely irresponsible and bad, and he was asking ME to help! This was going to be good.
"So you really do need my help." That wasn't a question. I already knew the answer. Without me, he'd never be able to pull it off. He wanted to steal from his science teacher!
"Yes." He gulped, "Alvin, I need your help breaking into West Eastman High tonight and I need your help with stealing what I need." I couldn't help but grinning as it killed to ask this of me; he was practically begging and I decided to let him suffer no longer like the great brother I was.
"Okay, I'll help you bro." I said, "But on one condition."
"What's that?" He asked with a hint of worry in his tone.
"Get your butt down there so we can eat!"
"Okay, Alvin you're the criminal mastermind; what do we do first?" Simon asked a little jittery as we stood the only two awake in our room. Dinner was a distant memory, but a good, tasty memory that I would remember for at least a couple of hours.
"First we sneak out of the house," I explained, "Which shouldn't be to hard judging by the way Dave is snoring." I could hear him all the way from our room and I was surprised everyone else got to sleep without any trouble.
"How do we do that?" He asked. I looked up to the square window in our bedroom.
"Through there of course." Without hesitation, I jumped up to it using our triple bunk bed as a platform and unhooked the lock on it, casually pushing it open. "You coming, Si?" He looked around as if he was waiting for someone to stop him, then slowly hopped up.
"This is wrong in so many ways." He whined.
"You get used to it." I assured him and grabbed his hand to assist him up, "Welcome to the dark side." He rolled his eyes miserably and we crawled outside.
It was hard to see in the dark, but eventually we found the high school with its dim lights around the doors.
"How do we get in?" Simon wondered out loud and judging by the few cars outside, and the fact that the inside lights were still on, there had to be custodians inside.
"Wait for one of the janitors to leave." I stated while we waited for the door to open.
"Really, that's all you got?" He complained, "I could have thought of that." I suddenly regretted agreeing to help him. He was so critical about all of this. If he didn't want to win, he could have just let it be so we could eat our pizza. After what felt like hours, the door finally opened and we sneaked past the janitor's feet and into the school.
"Where's his room?" I asked as we tip-toed through the school.
"You would know if you ever showed up for class." I shoved him and let him take the lead.
"I don't like school during the day," I said, "Let alone night." The schools lights remained on, giving us the alert signal that there were still bodies present. We'd have to be careful.
"Follow me." Simon ordered hollowly. He was really stressed, but I guess breaking and entering a high school in the middle of the night would do that to you. He really was not happy about this.
"Will Mr. Crout know the part is missing?" I asked, interested in what we were getting ourselves into.
"Not likely." Simon replied, "He's really busy and he has plenty to give with no time to experiment himself." He shivered as we approached the teacher's room, "Can we just get this over with?"
"Yeah, but we need a way to get in." I looked up to the open window at the top of the door, "Well what do we have here?" My poor brother looked up and sighed.
"How do we get up there?" Why was it that I had to do all the thinking?
"You're the smart one, you tell me." He scratched the top of his head and looked around, probably for anything that could of use. I followed his gaze to the custodian's cart, loaded with goodies that could help us.
"Think we can push the cart?" He suggested. Instead of replying, I dashed to the cart and motioned for him to follow. Together, the strength of two chipmunks was just enough to get the cart to the door. We hopped up, one at a time and balanced up the broomstick. Without warning, I jumped onto my brother's shoulders and he stumbled, almost making us fall. His fault entirely. "Alvin, be careful!" He held me up and with a little push I shimmied through. Forgetting that -unlike most windows- there was no ledge to land on, I fell.
"Gah! Oof!" I screamed and landed on the metal doorknob painfully. Now to regain feeling in my body and open the door for Simon. Using my entire body weight, I shifted myself around the doorknob, spinning around upside-down, right side-up, upside-down, right side-up. A full twist of the knob, a click, and just like that, the door was opened.
"Come on, hurry up, Si." I complained at his slow movements. Once inside, he moved over to the cabinets and easily slipped one open. The cabinet was lined with glass bottles with what had to be chemicals. "Hey, I thought you were missing a part!" I stormed at him like an interviewer at an interview.
"I am," He replied, but I doubt I had any of his attention now, "This chemical is necessary for my project; it's a piece of my project, a part if you will." I felt duped, my own brother lied to me. Oh well. I've lied to him more than enough times.
"Whatever, just hurry up, I think hear someone coming." Footsteps sounded from outside the room in the hallway and our time was limited. From his hoodie pocket, Simon grabbed a tiny vial and snapped the lid to one of the bottles open, carefully pouring in some of the liquid. The missing amount didn't show, but I was sure that if you measured it, there'd be a noticeable difference. Simon then plugged his full vial with a cork and snapped the lid shut.
"Let's get out of here." He said and without argument we started sneaking past the custodian.
"Ahh! Rats!" She screamed and grabbed the broom. We ran with the custodian swinging at us until finally we found an open door out. Running for our lives out of the school I checked back every ten seconds to make sure we weren't still being chased.
"That's chipmunk." Simon breathed and we made our way in front of our house.
"You... Owe... Me... Big time." I panted.
"Yeah yeah." He ignored me and stared at the vial in his hand with a twinkle in his ocean blue eye.