Chapter 2

The two families entered the store. Dave and Miss Miller walked over to the carts and pulled out three carts. They pushed the carts in front of the boys. "Okay boys, here's the plan Miss Miller and I came up with this morning over the phone. Since we've got so much to get, we decided to make it interesting and divvy up the list into fourths. In other words, we divide into four groups of two and take a fourth of the list. And since your already coupled up, the groups have already been decided. So with all that said, let's get started." Dave pulled the list out of pocket and then looked at Simon and Jeanette. "Simon, Jeanette, your on protractor and calculator duty." "Got it. Let's go, Jean." "Okay." Dave tore off their part of the list and gave it to Simon. Simon and Jeanette then headed off. "Theodore, Eleanor, the pens, pencils and staplers are all yours." "We're on it Dave." Eleanor said. Eleanor took the list scrap from Dave and then headed off, arm in arm, with Theodore. " And that leaves paper, notebooks and binders for you and Brittany, Alvin." Alvin muttered to himself about his and Brittany's items being boring, but took the list scrap any way. "Wait, a sec, Dave. You gave away all the school supplies, so what do you and mom have to get?" Brittany asked. "We'll have to go next door for that, Brittany." Dave responded. "Next door? But, that's a radio shack. What could you get for school there?" "It's a surprise, Brittany dear. You'll see what it is soon enough. Let's leave it at that." Miss Miller said. "Well, okay, I guess. Well, time's a wastin'. Let's go, Alvy." "Eh, Alright. Later, Dave." Alvin and Brittany then walked off. "They're gonna be in for a real treat, eh, Dave?" Miss Miller asked. "They sure are. Alright, let's go." "Right." Meanwhile, in the calculator line. "Hey, Sy?" "Yeah, Jean?" "Do you think we'll have any new teachers this year? You know Mister Morrison retired at the end of last year, so they probably got a new history class teacher. Think we'll have the new teacher's class?" 'I can't say, Jean. I'm not psychic, so I can't see into the future. But, considering that Mrs. Johnston also teaches history, there's a fifty-fifty chance either way. Personally though, I'd rather have the new teacher. Because I've seen how Mrs. Johnston conducts her class and frankly her style is, well, for lack of a better term, boring. So, I'd rather have the new teacher, who ever it is." "Yeah, me too….Boy, I hope this line moves soon." While Simon and Jeanette continued to wait in line, Alvin was in the paper aisle, throwing package after package of paper into the cart. All the while, he was singing a bon jovi song. "And when the world gets in my face, I say, have a nice day." He sang as he threw the last package into the cart. "You know, Alvy, in your case, I don't think that line of the song is true. You don't let life off with just a simple 'have a nice day'. No, from what I've seen, you take life by the horns and throw it to the ground when it gets in your face." "Well, what can I say? That's just my style. I like kicking life's butt. Better than it kicking mine." "Very true. And that's what I love the most about you, Alvy. Your can't be beaten attitude." "It's more than an attitude, babe. It's the truth. I can't be beaten. I'm the king of the world, ha-ha." "Then that makes me the queen." "Your majesty." Alvin said, bowing low in front Brittany. Brittany giggled and returned the gesture. As they raised back up, the young couples eyes met. Alvin noticed a sly grin shoot across Brittany's face. An idea had just popped into her head. She suddenly grabbed Alvin by the shoulders and pushed him up against a nearby support column. Once there, she place one of her legs between his and then leaned into him. She then kissed Alvin. "Like that?" "Like you need to ask? But, uh, aren't we getting kinda risqué? I mean, that was super, mega hot but, aren't we going kind of fast?" "What can I say? I'm an aggressive lover." "So I see." Alvin said slyly. "But, it's not like you mind, right?" "Not at all, babe. It just makes you hotter." "Hehe, you sure know how to butter a girl up, Alvy." As Brittany leaned in for another kiss, she heard a very loud whistle. She turned to see Theodore and Eleanor at the end of the aisle. Eleanor had her fingers n her mouth and whistling loudly. "Eleanor!" Brittany yelled. "Oh, sorry. I couldn't help myself. Please, don't let me stop you." "I'm not gonna do it while your watching!" "Funny, I wouldn't think you'd mind." "Of course, I mind! I love kissing Alvin, but that's private. I'm not gonna do it with my little sister watching." "Hey, I'm only little height wise. Age wise, we're the same, Brittany." "But I'm oldest!" "Oh here we go with that again." "You know, considering the fact that you were orphans, how do you know for sure who's oldest?" Theodore asked. "Way to stir up the hornets nest, Theo." Alvin said, rubbing his eyes in frustration. "What?" Theodore asked. "You know, Teddy's got a point. How do we know that you're the oldest, Brittany?" "Well, I …" "Ha, you don't know do you? Then, who's to say I'm not the oldest?" "Alight, that's enough. Look, girls, I don't why your even arguing about this. I mean, didn't Eleanor just say that you're the same age, years wise? I think she did and that's all that matters. I mean, compared to years, how much do minutes and seconds really matter?" "But, Alvin, you used to.." Theodore started. " I know I did Theo. I know used to lord the 'older brother' thing over you and Simon but, if haven't noticed, I stopped doing that a few years ago. I just stopped caring about that fact. And think the girls should too. Don't you think so, girls?" "…You know, Alvy's right. The minutes and seconds don't count. Only the years count, and as far as that goes, we're the same age. So this argument is stupid. I'm sorry for starting it, Ely." "No, I started. I shouldn't have interrupted you and Alvin. I know from experience how important time alone with the one you love is. So, I'm sorry." "Let's just say we're both sorry and leave it at that." "Agreed." "Sisters?" "Always." Eleanor responded, shooting the thumbs up. "Okay, now that that's settled, we can get down to business. You guys are done with your shopping, right? Alvin asked. "Yup." Theodore asked. 'Then let's go round up Sy and Jean and go wait for Dave and Miss Miller." "Okay." Minutes later. "Hey, everyone, we're back. Are you all done?" Miss Miller asked. "Yup." The munks responded. "Okay, then, let's go pay for this and get out of here." The parents paid for the supplies and then headed for the parking lot. When they arrived at the Miller family's car, miss Miller opened the right rear passenger door and removed two bags from the car. "Here you go kids." "What's this?" Jeanette asked as miss miller handed her a bag. "Oh, this must be the surprise you told us about, right mom?" "Yup. Go ahead and open them." Theodore and Jeanette opened the bags. "Cell phones!" Brittany cried. Sure enough, each bag contained three phones, already wrapped in carrying cases matching each munk's favorite color. "We thought you guys would need to get in touch faster, now that your all coupled up. So, we bought you cell phones." Dave said. "Thanks, Dave!" The boys shouted. "Thanks, Mom!" The girls yelled. "Your welcome kids." Meanwhile, A certain count was on the phone with one of his people in the states. "And your sure the position is open?" "Yes sir. And the chipmunks will be in the class." "Perfect. Tell the principal that I'll be there early tomorrow for an interview." "Yes sir. I'm sure you'll get the job. Goodbye" "And with that, stage one of my plan is finished."