Okay, so I have another one-shot for the weird music things. I'm writing this now, although I haven't posted either one yet, with intention to post with two. They are related to each other, but they can be viewed separately. If they are well received, I will probably do more. Once again, I don't own anything. Well, I do own a jeep, DVD collection, and can opener. But I don't own anything Alvin and the Chipmunks related. Or songs. I can't write lyrics, anyway. I hope you enjoy!

In one hand, he held a pencil. In the other, he held a glass vile that was half-filled with a bubbling, clear solution. He was staring at a beaker on a Bunsen burner, simmering a yellow solution that he had spent the last two hours working on. Simon had been planning this experiment for months, and had spent an equal amount of time waiting to do it. He needed absolutely no interruptions, but waiting for the house to be completely empty was a hard thing to do.

Today, finally, no one was home. It was just him, his lab, and science.

But he couldn't relish in the silence. He needed to focus. The contents in the vile had to be put in at a snail's pace and in a consistent volume. Any quicker than that, and there would be dire consequences for him and his workspace.

Simon took a deep breath and put down his pencil, not wanting even that to be a distraction. He could always pick it up again to write out his observations. He leaned over and steadied the vile over the beaker. He tilted it, carefully and meticulously, watching the solution inside make its way to the opening.

"Yo!" a voice and music echoed down into the basement, startling Simon. He fell back and on to the floor. "Listen up, here's a story, about a little guy that lives in a blue world." He adjusted his glasses, but then realized that his little vile had gone missing. He moved to his feet as quick as lightning and stared in horror at the beaker. The vile had fallen in.

"And all day and all night and everything he sees is just blue. Like him, inside and outside." Simon's grey eyes shot to the stairs that lead up to the rest of the house to see Alvin posing. Simon could feel the anger coursing through him and he growled.

Alvin glanced at Simon and then started to descend as he continued to sing at the top of his lungs over the loud music. "Blue his house with a blue little window," he pointed to one of the basement windows. "And a blue corvette, and everything is blue for him and himself and everybody around 'cause he ain't got nobody to listen to."

"Alvin!" Simon screamed angrily. "Look what you made me do!"

Alvin, now at the base of the stairs, gave him a wicked smile. "I'm blue da ba dee da ba die, da ba dee da ba die, da ba dee da ba die," Alvin continued the chorus, ignoring the looks that Simon was giving him as Simon was searching for his tongs. He had to get that vile out of the beaker and then deal with whatever chain reaction was going to happen.

"I have a blue house with a blue window," Alvin hugged Simon from behind, but then ducked and ran away to the other side of the room when Simon swatted at him. "Blue is the color of all that I wear. Blue are the streets and all the trees are too! I have a girlfriend, as she is so blue."

Simon was concentrating. The tongs that he had finally found were slipping on the wet vile. He kept on glancing at the solution before he realized that the Bunsen burner was still on. He moved to turn it off, but he was stopped by Alvin's hand. Simon turned to glare at his obnoxious, singing older brother. "Blue are the people here that walk around. Blue like my corvette, and it's in and outside."

"Go away, Alvin!" Simon ripped his hand away and turned off the Bunsen burner, eyeing the solution. It still didn't look like it was reacting. That was both a good and bad thing.

"Blue are the words I say and what I think. Blue are the feelings that live inside me." Alvin started in on another round of the chorus, leaving Simon to just roll his eyes. He had to get that vile out of the test tube before he lost it with whatever chemical reaction was going to take place. Test tubes weren't exactly easy for him to come by. Then, he got it and was holding it victoriously in his tongs.

"I have a blue house with a blue window," Alvin continued on. Simon then felt a tap on his shoulder. He groaned and turned to look behind him, dropping the tongs and vile on the floor with the sound of breaking glass. "Blue is the color," Alvin modeled his outfit, which was an old, blue sweater that Simon stopped wearing, "of all that I wear! Blue are the streets," Simon watched as Alvin pulled out a pair of Simon's old glasses and placed it on his face, "and all the trees are too!"

The boy couldn't stand this anymore, but Alvin was obviously looking for a reaction. He wasn't going to get one anymore. Simon turned to walk away and find something to put over the beaker. It was starting to bubble on its own and turn purple. Not good.

He was distracted after Alvin tossed a wad of paper at Simon. He turned. "I have a girlfriend," Alvin held up a picture of Jeanette that Simon though he had hidden in his room, "and she is so blue."

"Give that back, Alvin!"

"Blue are the people here that walk around! Blue like my corvette, it's in and outside! Blue are the words I say and what I think," Alvin tapped his glasses and looked at Simon. Then he started to look sad. Simon hoped that it was due to all the trouble he was causing. "Blue are the feelings, that live inside me."

Nope, Alvin was just acting. Alvin then went to the chorus again, dropping Jeanette's picture on the floor. Simon avoided Alvin and went to pick it up and place it in his pocket. He looked at the beaker. It was starting a rolling boil and getting a bit darker in color. He moved to take care of it before it became a problem. It was amazing that it wasn't a probably already.

"Inside and outside, blue his house with a blue little window," Alvin jumped in front of him and pinched his nose again. Simon backed away with a yell, but then remembered a similar moment a week ago. Simon groaned.

"And a blue corvette and everything is blue for him and himself and everybody around 'cause he ain't got nobody to listen to. I'm blue…"

Alvin never had a chance to finish. The beaker and its contents exploded, covering the room in a dense smoke. Alvin and Simon both climbed up the stairs, Simon first. When he got up there, he looked down. His hands and his skin were covered in a blue powder. 'Interesting reaction,' Simon thought to himself.

"What happened!?" Theodore's voice came to Simon's ears. Simon looked up at him and just sighed. "Alvin, why are you dressed like Simon?"

Just then, Alvin come up behind Simon. Although the music that was playing had stopped, Alvin took one look at himself and then at Theodore. Finally, he rested his eyes on Simon. "I'm blue, da ba dee da ba die!" continuing on with the song as he turned and walked away.

"Simon, why…" Theodore began. But Simon shushed him. He didn't understand why Alvin was serenading them with strange songs, and he didn't want to know why. All he cared about was now he had to wait again to start over his experiment.