The Unlikely Hero - Alvin and the Chipmunks Fanfic
Written (mainly) by Tal "Narf" Hradsky
Credits to Felicity Wynter, Allie, (better known as B-MillerX here on FFN), and Allie's friend Andrew for helping me write it. You three know who you are. ;)
Update: August 22, 2008
I don't mean to bump the story up again, I actually completed this story at the end of March. I have two reasons for doing this though. The first reason being I changed the ending a little bit. I elaborate more on it in "Chapter 27: Post Complete Author's Notes." The other reason for bumping it back up, although it's nowhere near a primary reason, is because if I'm going to write a sequel on the story, I might as well get much of the new generation of Chipmunk fans (WOW! 260+ fics? The popularity really exploded in the last few months!) aquainted with my story. This way I don't get a bunch of confused faces when they see the second story get posted sometime hopefully by the end of 2008.
This story may be pretty old, but if there's any new (Chipmunk) writers or readers that haven't read this story yet, I would love to know what you guys think of this story. I'm very open to reviews, I love feedback, it helps motivate me to do things. Why create something fantastic if you aren't going to get feedback doing it? It's the motto of all procrastinators and lazy people, such as myself. So please, leave a few reviews on my story and tell me what you guys think. I have great ideas for several installments in the future and no motivation to write it.
-Narf
Before you even start reading this, I'm only going to say this once... be aware that The Chipmunks and the Chipettes, as well as Dave and Miss Miller of course, are NOT mine. They are copyrighted by Bagdasarian Productions. The remainder of the characters in this story are developed and created by myself, with the name of the good doctor borrowed from Felicity, one of the three people I role-played with to develop this story. So I can say that all of the characters, the most notable one being Fritzie, is copyrighted by myself, and if you would like to feature her in one of your stories, please ask me permission first. The story itself was 100 percent written by me, but the groundwork wasn't, and thats why I have three other people I credited to a few lines up.
For all of you corporate swines that may be stalking upon my story, be aware also that I wrote this story, as well as any possible sequel, for kicks and giggles just to waste my time productively and entertain people. I did not in any way shape or form do this for profit. Therefore, I am not doing anything illegal, being as this is a free fanfic. And with that, get your own damn story!
On the lighter note, please read the introductory author's note, because there are a few important things to go by in terms of how the story is formatted. I'm actually a nice person, I just have a mistrust for corporation.
A/N: Hey there guys. Well, this is the first time I seriously wrote a full story, and I'm kind of excited about it. I just wasnt expecting a few things. Firstly, that my first complete story was actually a fanfic, instead of an original storyline. Secondly, that this story was based off a cartoon that I lacked even really knowing about as a kid. Another thing, that I wrote the fanfic to cleverly have songs in it. And finally, that I would base my first fanfic off of a role play, which is something I also, never truly done before. XD
Now read this. When you get to a song, I will provide a link to the song so that you can hear it while you are reading it. When you get to the link, where I will outline key song somewhere in there, be sure to RIGHT CLICK the link, and go to open in a new window, or new tab if you are using a more current version of Internet Explorer/Firefox. All the song links go directly to YouTube. If you dont trust the links I encoded in there, I will put the link itself in text format up in parenthesis so that you can manually open it in a new window. I'll have the lyrics in the story, along with the actions, so that you can (sort of) get an idea what the 'music video' would look like. If a character actually sings the song, there will be a name where the lyrics belong to.
(Since this was originally written for just DeviantART, I will make the changes to this one accordinly, leaving just the link behind when you get to the song. When that happens, just open a new tab or window and copy and paste the link.)
Example:
-Character Name (Back-up Singers)-
Lyrics to the song go here. (Background singers sing these)
Additional lyrics go here if the character sings it.
Insert any character's actions here.
Oh, and if you are a slower reader, please, I advise you to read the story bit of it that goes along with the song first before you read it with the music. The last thing that I want is for you to get lost. In fact, listening to the songs are totally optional to begin with. However, if you listen to the song with the blurb, it makes much more sense as you can get the emotion that I'm trying to draw out.
Oh, and one final thing with the songs. I realize that some of the songs that I chose were not the original intent by the song writer. For example, one of the songs in my story is a song about a guy breaking up with a 'cold hearted' girlfriend. I worked the song in, instead, to show a character directing anger to another character in a non-relationship manner. When you get to that part, and if you remember what I'm saying right now, you will understand exactly which song I am talking about.
Oh, and by the way, this story is based in the cartoon universe. I thought I would point that out, because ever since the live-action movie, it seems to have split in two: cartoon universe and movieverse. I like the cartoon universe better, and this one was intended to be in the cartoon universe anyways.
Anyways, I think I talked to you too much. So, cheers, enjoy the story.
-Narf
--Prologue: The Contest--
"Hey, Dave?" Alvin said, tugging on Dave's shirt, Simon and Theodore closely behind him.
"Yes, Alvin?" Dave said irritabtly.
"How would you feel about-"
"No." Dave said sternly. He didn't want to be bothered with whatever Alvin was thinking today. He just wanted to finish writing his song.
"Geez Dave," Alvin said glumly, "you could at least let me finish my sentence before saying no."
Dave raised an eyebrow. He had been interrupting Alvin a lot lately before he could finish asking him for things lately. He let out a heavy sigh. "Sorry, Alvin. I have been having a hard time writing songs lately, and I have one due in a few days. Can you ask me some other time?"
Alvin on the other hand didn't want to hear it this time. "No, Dave. I'm sick of you cutting me off every time I need to ask you something! All I wanted was permission to go to the freaking store!"
Theodore's eyes begged a little bit. He didn't like the fact that Dave was so impatient lately. "Yeah, Dave. You told us that we can't go anywhere without asking you. Why even bother if you're going to cut us off like that?"
Dave sighed again. He knew they were right. "Listen, I'm sorry fellas. It's just been a rough few weeks. I cant seem to get a good match."
"Well, why don't you take a break?" Simon interjected. Dave basically locked himself into the house's recording studio for the last three weeks. "I'm sure if you take your mind off of it, something will come out naturally."
"Yeah, Dave, we don't like to see you so nerve-racked." Theodore said in chorus.
"Or so freaking impatient!" Alvin whined out.
"Alvin, cool it with the language." Dave groaned, putting his head in his hand over the keyboard.
Alvin shot a glare at Dave. He sat down against the wall and pouted.
"Okay, here guys, I'll make it up to you. We'll have a contest." Dave said, getting up from the keyboard and walking relatively sleepily out of the recording studio. Alvin perked up immediately.
"A contest!?" Alvin jumped up and grinned. "Wait. What kind of contest are we talking about here?"
"We'll have one of your and your brother's fans stay here for a week. How about that." Dave said smugly, looking over his shoulder. He knew that this would silence Alvin for a little bit, but he also knew that Alvin was going to hold him to it. The boys' eyes lit up.
"Really? You would do that for us?" Alvin said, his eyes becoming big.
"Sure, you guys have the whole week off for memorial day this year, why not have it then. It will make the rest of the school year by then fly by.
"Wow that sounds awesome!" Simon and Theodore said in unison. Alvin on the other hand kicked the side of the couch lightly. Dave frowned.
"And why are you upset now, Alvin." Dave grumbled, raising an eyebrow.
"Dave, it's February." Alvin said as a matter of factly.
"Well, we can't just pick a winner overnight. We have to give at least a good two month's entry time." Dave said sternly, covering his face with one of his hands. Alvin nodded.
"Okay, makes sense." Alvin said, a touch disappointed, but happy none the less. "So, can we go to the store?" Alvin asked again, looking up and flashing a grin at Dave.
"Okay, but this time guys, don't come back with four days worth of snacks." Dave said, looking particularly at Theodore. "I don't want you boys to just eat snacks, I want you guys to eat dinner too."
"We promise Dave!" Alvin said, running out the door and hopping onto his shiny red mongoose. He rode the bike around the driveway in a tight circle, waiting for his brothers to come outside.
Theodore walked outside with Simon and looked around the yard. "Do you think Dave meant it?" Theodore asked Simon naively.
"Well, if he didn't, Alvin is going to make sure he did, so I can safely say yes." Simon said with a grin on his face. He liked the idea of meeting a new person, he just hoped that the winner was someone intelligent instead of some goof that Alvin would want to cause mischief with, or that Theodore would just cook with. Most of their fans that they meet were usually biased to one of them without a chance of really meeting the other two.
Theodore giggled. "I hope that he's real friendly."
Simon raised an eyebrow. "What if the winner is a girl?"
"That's impossible!" Alvin yelled out across the driveway. "Dave wouldn't let a girl visit us for a week!"
Simon rolled his eyes. "That's not true, you just don't want to have a girl as a winner!"
Theodore giggled again. "If a girl wins, I hope she's real friendly then."
"Theodore a girl is not going to win!" Alvin yelled out.
Simon tossed a ball at Alvin, hitting Alvin in the arm. "It's a fair contest. If a girl wins, well then we will just have to adjust accordingly."
Alvin frowned. "I don't want to end up doing girly stuff!"
"What happens if the girl is a tomboy?" Simon said, raising an eyebrow. Alvin touched his lip with a finger.
"What's a tomboy?" Theodore asked.
"It means that its a girl that acts like a guy." Simon replied.
"Okay, fine. I hope either a guy or a tomboy wins!" Alvin yelled out. "Now come on, lets go to the store already! I want to get me some Mountain Dew."
Simon rolled his eyes. He knew that they all had their taste in who could win this, he just hoped that the winner was something everyone could agree on.
It was a hot and muggy May morning in Florida. May was normally the perfect time of year in many places, but where I lived, hell, you could fry an egg on the side of the road, and the humidity made it hard to breathe outside.
I woke up slowly, it was two in the afternoon, so I slept off much of the day. I rubbed my eyes and looked up. A dog playing on the computer... what the hell, was I dreaming?
"Morning, bro." Fritzie said, looking to the side and giggling. I blinked stupidly looking at my nine year old dog Fritzie. She was a wire-haired fox terrier, a little big for her breed, with neatly trimmed short wavy hair. The fur on her face and arms were a whitish orange, steel blue on her back, and various other spots of color that would be a little bit hard to describe.
After rubbing my eyes, I realized where my head was... what an awkward dream. Something about dogs tackling chipmunks? A new job opportunity? Fritzie a national hero? It didn't make any sense to me, but I at least got a new job rather than my irritating fast food job. Jobs were far and few, but now that I finally got myself a car, it was time to slowly start looking for a new one. Course, I was comfortable with what I had, despite how much of a roller coaster it was.
"Oh, morning Fritzie." I said groggily, looking around my tiny six by seven foot room. My bed took up almost half of the room, and my computer set-up took up much of the rest. "Why are you on the computer?"
Fritzie was anthropomorphic for about a year and a half now. I remember when it first happened, she got extremely sick, but when she came out of it, she started walking on two feet and changing shape slightly. She learned how to talk, and do advanced stuff, like high school math, and english, thanks to my tutoring. She still had many qualities of a normal dog, exceptional hearing, good sense of smell, and when she is in normal dog form, she ran at a very good clip. Yes, she can freely morph between forms. Kind of odd to witness, but I didn't care. She gets quite a reaction though when she's in public, so she didn't do it very often there. If she was by herself though, she was anthropic.
"Just checking the weather. The heat today is killing me." Fritzie groaned, staring at the National Weather Service homepage for the Tampa Bay area. "It's going to be in the mid nineties today."
"Heh, that's nothing new." I said, throwing on some clothes that were in a heap in my closet. "Any chance of rain today?" I asked, stealing a brief glance at the computer screen before going to check the mailbox.
"Eh, twenty percent, the usual." Fritzie sighed. Even being a very special dog, life was quite uninteresting. She didn't have any friends, except for some unsuspecting people she talked to online while I'm at work or when I'm sleeping.
That's why I entered her into a contest. She was reluctant to go with me to the store that day, but something about it seemed worthy.
'Win a chance to visit with the one and only Chipmunks musical group for a week.'
Of course, when I read the flier the day before, I thought it was just a joke. I've heard about The Chipmunks before, I thought they were pretty talented. Of course, I was also nineteen years old. I was way too old for them, so I decided to enter Fritzie in it instead.
"Why are you even bothering, Tal?" Fritzie groaned, watching me fill out the form. "It's not like anyone wins these contests anyways!"
"Come on, don't protest to me. What could be so bad about trying? It doesn't sound like one of those 'win a free boat' scams. You're talking about visiting a group of celebrity kids! It'll give you something to do." I said cheerily, giving Fritzie the pen to sign her name on the form.
"If you're so enthusiastic about it, why don't you fill the form out?" Fritzie grumbled, walking off to grab a candy bar and a soda.
"Fritzie, they're nine. Mom would look at me stupid if I decided to visit a trio of nine year olds! I'm twice their age. You are their age group, so I'm gonna enter you instead."
Fritzie raised an eyebrow, a cross and skeptical look blazed across her face. "And you would let me go to Los Angeles by myself?"
I dropped the pen. She absolutely had a point about it. She was a US citizen though, I helped her sign up for one so that there wouldn't be constant trouble with animal shelter people and whatnot. So if she had proper identification, and since she was a dog she would technically be considered as an adult, since dogs become adults when they're four.
Funny about the science behind it. Fritzie isn't the only anthropomorphic dog in the world, and after some research, scientists found out that they are superiorly intelligent, and actually have a lifespan almost as long as a humans. But I had to pull a few strings for the social security card though. Amazingly, they accepted it, but that doesn't stop the continual prejudice she faces.
Anyways, I thought about it for a second. Fritzie could do it, she was quite independent... a little too much for her own good I think. After some long thought, I figured that it would be better to consult mom about it.
"Crap. You have a point." I said, clenching the flier in my hand. I stuffed it into my pocket, and paid for the snacks Fritzie and I bought.
We hopped into my pick-up and drove home. I personally felt alright with the idea, but she would have to check in at least on the first day when she arrived.
"Are you nuts!" Mom yelled out at me. "You want to enter Fritzie into a contest where you won't even be supervising her?"
"Hey, I'm sorry! I didn't think of it when I filled the form out. I still have the form with me here, see?" I pulled the flier out of my pocket. She studied the flier and frowned.
"The Chipmunks?" mom said sarcastically.
"Hey, they are in a way a lot like Fritzie, I thought maybe it would be a good idea for her to make a few new friends." I said as a mater of factly.
"Tal, it's just a contest. Do you think that Fritzie would win? There has to be at least a few hundred thousand other entries! Besides, Fritzie couldn't take care of herself in Los Angeles! It's too dangerous!"
"Yeah, I know, that's why I'm letting it go." I said, sighing. Fritzie opened up the bottle of Mountain Dew she bought.
"As a matter of fact, Fritzie couldn't even take care of herself, and you know that." Mom said, looking down at Fritzie with a smile. Fritzie almost spit up the swig of soda she drank.
"Excuse me!" Fritzie said dryly, coughing up a little bit of the soda she swallowed quickly. "I can take care of myself perfectly fine now." Fritzie growled, wiggling her fingers.
"I'd like to see that for a change then." Mom said.
"Grrrr!" Fritzie said angrily, snatching the flier out of my hands and digging into my pocket for my pen. She then signed her name on the flier. "Fine! If you don't think I can be independent, I'll take the damn flier to the store myself!"
I rolled my eyes. Mom went just a little too far that time. Mom could see it too.
Mom sighed. "I'm sorry Fritzie, I didn't mean it like that..."
"Don't care!" Fritzie yelled out, and slammed the door shut.
Now it was mom's turn to roll her eyes. "Your dog, your responsibility." And with that, she went back to her room.
I blinked for a second, then ran out the door. Fritzie was already far down the street with the flier in her mouth. I knew that I couldn't keep up with her when she was running in normal form, so I immediately hopped back into my pickup and drove after her.
When I finally caught up to her a few blocks away, I honked the horn at her. She stopped running and cringed, turned anthro, and covered her ears. She looked behind her and saw me.
"Get in the truck. Now." I said coldly. Fritzie didn't hesitate.
"I'm sorry Tal, I shouldn't have ran off like-"
"I'm not mad at you. I just had to sound mean to get you into the car because you would have rattled off on me and kept going." I replied, interrupting her in mid sentence. Fritzie fell silent.
'Tal's probably right,' she thought, looking out the windshield. When she noticed I wasn't heading home, she began to wonder.
"Where are we going?" Fritzie asked.
"Proving mom wrong." I said. Fritzie blinked at me.
"You mean...?"
"Mom said 'your dog, your responsibility' to me. I wanted you to enter this contest in the first place, and now that you agree with me, I think it's time you showed the world who's boss." I said, patting her on the shoulder as we pulled into the gas station where I got the flier.
"You know that we still don't have a chance at winning this though, right? I mean, I probably will never get to prove myself." Fritzie said dryly. I shook my head.
"Unlikely is more of the term Fritzie." I said getting out of the truck. "You do have one chance, even if there are four hundred thousand entries, you still have a chance. Even if you didn't win, we could say we tried it for kicks and giggles."
Fritzie laughed. She smiled and looked up towards the sky in thought. She didn't know who The Chipmunks were anyways, but it wouldn't hurt to do a little research on them. "Okay, let's do it. The contest ends in two weeks anyways, it might be better to fill it out now instead of last minute anyways."
I studied the flier. It said that the winner would receive a letter in the mail in early May. It was late March then, so there was plenty of time to completely forget about the contest. The phase will pass.
I ran outside to check the mail. Stupid idea to run out barefooted, the pavement outside of the mailbox was swelteringly hot. I quickly whisked the mail out of the mailbox and ran for the cool grass behind the mailbox.
After a relieving sigh of standing in the grass for a moment, I began fiddling with what I got in the mail.
As I started walking back to the front gate, I noticed that we got a little more mail than usual. There were about fifteen letters or so.
"Oh, boy, I wonder how many of these are credit card offers. Seriously, its like they are a pack of wolves or something!" I complained loudly, flipping through the mail. As I got inside, there was a very odd letter in there, addressed to... Fritzie? My eyes narrowed.
"Great, first they mail credit card offers to me, now they mail them to dogs too? What is the world coming to?" I growled, then noticed it wasn't a credit card offer. The address was from somewhere in Los Angeles. My eyes narrowed even more.
What kind of crap does Fritzie do online, anyways?
I stepped into my room with with my eyes still narrowed.
"What is this!?" I growled at Fritzie. Fritzie looked over and raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know, you tell me." Fritzie said sarcastically, surfing around for the latest news. Keeping up with current events was something else she was interested in. I put my hand on her shoulder and spun her around.
"This letter is addressed to you." I grumbled. "Since this is your mail, I'm legally not allowed to open it."
Fritzie drew out a blunt claw on her index "finger" and cleanly ran it along the seem of the letter. The letter smelled oddly like fuzzy woodland creatures. She threw the letter back at me. "I don't know what you're blaming me of, but I opened the letter, now you read it."
"Don't give me an attitude." I said, opening up the professionally folded up letter. When I read what was on it, I just dropped the letter and froze. Fritzie gave me a real skeptical look.
"Oh, great. I don't like that look. Seriously Tal, if you think I buy things online, you are seriously mis-"
"You won." I said dryly. The shock was overwhelming.
"Okay, I wasn't expecting you to give up that ea-"
"No, you won. I cant believe it, you won!!" I said, cutting her off again. I picked up the letter and a grin appeared on my face. I totally forgotten about the contest. I eagerly handed her the letter.
Fritzie rolled her eyes. What could she have possibly won? She read the letter:
'Congratulations, you won a one week stay at the home of the one and only Chipmunks Band! As stated in the contest, the stay is between May 24th through June 1st. We look forward to meeting you.'
-Dave Seville
A/N: Anyways, here's the prologue. I love reviews and feedback, so please tell me what you think. I promise to update this story daily, because it's actually already complete. I would have hated to release a story without being sure to complete it, because cliffhangers would drive even some of the most sane people crazy, so yeah. I don't want to be a killjoy to start a story and never finish it.
If I get enough feedback though, I will happily begin writing the sequel. :D Oh, and by the by, even guests can leave a review, so feel free to write a few blurbs, even if it's just a couple of words. I'm a feedback whore, yes.
And one final bit, be sure to check out my writer's profile to check upon my DeviantART, because I will illustrate parts of my own story. I am an artist after all. :)