AN: I figured, why not write another one of these today? It's really terrible, but it sure was fun to write. xD This drabble here is based off of something that happened to me when I was two. It left me scarred for life and deathly afraid of telephones, just as I am to this day.
Three-year-old Alvin Seville was trouble. He never seemed to get out of his terrible two's, and he probably never would. He was always going against his father's will and doing something to cause some sort of problem.
Dave should have known better than to leave him in a room alone. Especially since it was a room with a telephone. However, Dave was too preoccupied with Alvin's slightly younger brothers to be able to watch every move he made, since the other two chipmunks had gotten hurt because of something Alvin did. Leave it to Alvin to cause them to fall and get scraped up.
Dave didn't think leaving Alvin alone for two minutes would give the small child enough time to do anything too terrible. He was deathly wrong.
"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" The operator didn't expect to hear what she did.
"Uhhh...hi!" A squeaky, high pitched voice said from the other line.
"What's your emergency?"
"I don't have a mewgency. I'm Alfin!"
"If you don't have an emergency, you don't need to call 9-1-1."
"I just pwessed buttons..." Alvin grinned broadly. "Can you send the powice? With the flashy lights?"
"Sweetie, if you don't have an emergency, you need to hang up now."
"I do! I'm awone..."
"Your parents left you alone?"
It wasn't long before police cars swarmed the Seville residence. Needless to say, Dave regretted leaving Alvin "awone".
I think you just read the worst thing I've ever written in my life. I'm going to go work on Torn Apart before I create a bad image for myself. Thanks for reading!