Sorry, I was busy and I didn't type this up until late last night, and I didn't want to post it then.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Alvin and the Chipmunks, or any of the songs I talk about during the show. I don't own the gameshow, either, unless there isn't one like it, in which case I just might! ;)

Ch. 2

BPOV

We had been in an airplane for hours, five to be exact. All the while, Emmett pestered us about winning the gameshow. "Come on, we have to win! The peanut butter is at stake here!"

Renesmee looked annoyed. Edward, on the other hand, seemed use to Emmett's mindless rambling. I unblocked my mind and thought Will he ever stop?!

"Oh, he hasn't even started yet!"

Just then Emmett said, "We're here! I can already taste the peanut butter!"

"Uh, Emmett, that's because you're eating some." I fought the urge to laugh.

He looked down at the jar in his hands. "Oh. Right."

The place was surprisingly full. I wondered why so many people would come to watch a gameshow. Looking at the seats I realized it was because of who was on the show. Mostly the stands were filled with Twilight fan girls.

Our opponents were already sitting at a tacky, light green table. The one we went to sit at was blue. I noticed nothing here matched. The floor was pink. The walls were orange.

Emmett looked at the audience, then turned to me with a smile. "Don't eat the innocent towns people!" He teased.

I just rolled my eyes. He was obviously refering to me being a newborn. Although it was tempting to make Emmett pay for this, I had no intention of hurting the audience.

Suddenly a man in a pink and purple pocka-dotted suit walked up. The theme song played, and sounded suspiciously like the Barbie Girl song.

I glared at Emmett, who was adding the words to the music being played. Yep, he was definitly paying for this!

A voice blared from speakers about us. "Welcome to Name That Song! Today we have Team Twilight-" Here a million fan girls began screaming "- and Alvin and the Chipmunks." A smaller, yet noticably higher-pitched cheer came from the chipmunk fans. "Now, here's your host, that-one-guy-with-a-tacky-suit-and-microphone!"

The host gave a cheesy smile and said in an inthusiastic voice, "Thank you! Please, hold your applause!" No one had been clapping. The man continued, unfazed. "Now, here is how the game is played: I will say lyrics aloud and if you know what song they go to, press the button in front of you! Let's begin!" He paused dramatically and said, " 'You're going to be, a shiny star, with fancy clothes, and fancy ca-ars!' "

The other team buzzed in. They stated their answer, but no one could understand a word they were saying.

"I'm sorry! Team Twilight, your turn!"

I knew the answer. "Live Your Life."

"That's correct! Let's go to commercial!" Gez. I had thought commercials came quick, but this was rediculous! That-one-guy-with-a-microphone announced, "We are back! The score is 1 to zip, Team Twilight is winning! The next song is 'Look at me, look at-'!"

Renesmee buzzed quickly, "No Handlebars."

"That is correct. Now, back to commercial!"

Everybody on our team gave Renesmee a strange look. "What? That came out of nowhere, I swear! I don't listen to flowbots!"

"Riiiiight!" Said Edward.

"Have you noticed the host of the show says everything as an exclamation?" I asked him.

Edward laughed, "You should hear his thoughts!"

"We're back! And what a sad time for the chipmunks! It's 2 to 0! The next lyrics are 'You're up then you're down, you're wrong when-'!"

Edward pressed the buzzer. "Hot and Cold."

"Good! Once again, commercial time!"

This happened once again, Emmett guessing the theme to Spongebob Squarepants and another two second commercial break.

Finally, the last song was announced. "Please Christmas don't be-'!"

The chipmunks buzzed in this time. Their guardian actually had enough sense to say the answer so that people would know what the animals were saying. "The aswer is: That One Christmas Song We Sing That No One Knows the Name of."

"Correct!"

"Well," I said. "Looks like it's 4 to 1."

Edward whispered, "...Not exactly...."

"Five points to Alvin and the Chipmunks for answering the last question! So sorry Twilight fans! Looks like the chipmunks win the life-time supply of peanut butter!"

Edward plugged his ears just as a loud, high-pitched screech filled the room. I had to plug my ears to dampen the sound of chipmunks celebrating.

Emmett was very quiet on the plane home. He hadn't touched his jar of peanut butter since the show.

I took this as a bad sign. "Emmett, are you ok?"

"I'm just fine. But man, my stomach sure does hurt!"

I heard Edward chuckle quietly.

Emmett turned to Edward, "You know what would be good right now?"

I laughed. uh-oh!

Edward seemed puzzled. Probably trying to figure out Emmett's thoughts. "Fine. Would the answer possibly be peanut butter?!"

Emmett smiled. "Nope. Pie!"

Ok, I'm thinking about continuing this story, I still have a few ideas left. Hopefully, you'll be hearing more from Emmett and his beloved human food! meanwhile, you can check out my other stories. they are more serious, but I think you would like them. Remember R&R!