So I came up with a one-shot. Based off of a piece of pop culture music. I needed another thing to work on to get the creative juices flowing for the other, ongoing story.

As always, I don't own the chipmunks or the chipettes. I also don't own the song. Everything goes to the creators.

It was a normal day at the Seville house. Theodore was busying himself in the kitchen, creating a semi-elaborate meal for the family to enjoy for dinner. He had planned at least three courses, not including the dessert. So the entire thing required a lot of preparation and planning. But he was up for the challenge and ready to make a meal that the entire family would be talking about at least until tomorrow's dinner. It also helped that Simon was in the kitchen, as well.

The smartest Seville was sitting at the kitchen table with a physics book and a notebook. Occasionally, he would jot down a note or two in his notebook. He was getting himself ready for a brand new experiment. Normally he would occupy himself with this task in his lab or at his desk by his computer, but Theodore had asked him to remain in the kitchen, just in case he needed Simon to do some measurement conversions. Simon was happy to oblige.

Alvin had disappeared a while ago, probably up to some sort of mischief or just reading a comic book or two. The younger brothers weren't very worried about Alvin's absence. When it came to actually being productive in their own interests, Alvin's presence was far from wanted. The red clad boy usually was more of a distraction than anything. And peace was so fleeting in their house. Thus, neither Simon nor Theodore really wanted to go and find Alvin at the moment.

"Simon, what is three times half a cup?"

"A cup and a half, Theodore." Simon didn't even bother to look up from his book as he answered his baby brother. Theodore thanked Simon and then went to pouring out the proper amount of flour. Suddenly, a large sound resounded throughout the house, causing Theodore to spill flour over the counter top and floor.

Simon started, his glasses becoming crooked on his face. Both boys looked around as the noise continued. It sounded like music and it sounded like it was coming from the living room. Simon rose from his chair to investigate with Theodore following, but both were stopped in their tracks by the appearance of their elder brother in the entryway.

"Dog goes woof. Cat goes meow. Bird goes tweet and mouse goes squeak," Alvin began to sing to his brothers. Simon and Theodore exchanged confused glances at each other.

"Alvin, what are you…"

"Cow goes moo, frog goes croak, and the elephant goes toot. Ducks say quack, and fish go blub, and the seal goes ow-ow-ow. But there's one sound that no one knows!"

While singing, Alvin pushed Simon back into his chair and herded Theodore to the counter. "I am so confused," Theodore muttered over the music.

"Of course the cow goes moo. What are you…?" Simon called at his brother in annoyance.

"WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY!?"

Alvin proceeded to dance around the kitchen making strange noises, taking a hold of Simon's notebook. Simon moved after his property and angrily picked it up out of the trash after Alvin had dropped it in there. In between each new, annoying sound Alvin would repeat the question loudly.

"Alvin, this has gone on long enough. Will you quit it!?" Simon screamed.

"Big blue eyes, pointy nose," Alvin moved quickly and pinched Simon's nose before running away to the other side of the kitchen. "Chasing mice and digging holes. Tiny paws, up the hill. Suddenly you're standing still." Alvin, singing that verse, began to mess around with Theodore's ingredients. Theodore protested loudly, trying to keep the mess to a minimum. Simon went to join Theodore, but Alvin was too fast. He jumped up and stood on the table.

"Your fur is red, so beautiful! Like an angel in disguise!"

"More like a devil!" the two brothers shouted back.

"But if you meet a friendly horse, would you communicate by Morse? How would speak to that horse? WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY!?" Alvin jumped from the table and started to make some more interesting noises. He ran and grabbed Theodore's hands and spun the boy around the room before sliding over to Simon to ask the same question that he had been singing.

The kitchen chase continued on, causing more and more flour and books to be strewn across the area. Simon and Theodore called for Alvin to just finish or stop, but Alvin smiled and continued to sing. "The secret of the fox! Ancient mystery. Somewhere deep in the woods, I know your hiding. What is your sound? Will we ever know? It will always be a mystery. What do you say!? You're my guardian angel."

After a few more rounds of singing strange sounds and repeating the same question, Alvin bounded happily out of the room, leaving Simon and Theodore breathless, standing in the middle of a trashed kitchen. Both were panting due to the exertion of the chase and in silence. The song had ended. Simon shook his head. He had no idea where that came from or what his brother was singing, but it was pretty annoying.

Simon reached up and took his glasses from his face, pinching the bridge of his nose with his other hand. Not only was the song annoying, but it barely made any sense at all. He replaced his glasses and glanced at Theodore, happy to see that the boy was just as confused as he was. Theodore then looked up at Simon. His green eyes stared directly into Simon's blue ones.

"Simon? What does the fox say?"

Simon face palmed and sighed, shaking his head again. "They bark, Theodore."

"Oh," Theodore replied. He seemed thoughtful for a moment, looking away from Simon. But then he looked back at him. "Alvin was really concerned about it. Should we tell him?"

Simon didn't say anything. He looked down at the floor and moved to start cleaning up the kitchen. He really didn't think that Alvin cared about what the fox said at all.

I have more ideas for things like this, as well. Man, I'm super lame. :)