Hey, there! Hostfanatic is back with the second chapter. I hope you've enjoyed the story so far.
I forgot the disclaimer in the first chapter. I don't own Alvin and the chipmunks, or the chipettes, or Dave, or any of that.
Thanks! Enjoy!
Jeanette cleared her throat, shuffled the pages, and began to read.
It had been another long day at school, and Jeanette wasn't sure if anything was going to get done that night. She loved school, of course, but it had been becoming rather boring as of late. Nothing was quite challenging enough. Home was even worse. Things were dull, monotonous.
"This is sounding a lot like Simon's story," Theodore interrupted. "The whole 'dull and montonus' thing."
"Mon-o-ton-ous," Jeanette corrected. "And yes, it does. I think that was his point."
Little did the chipmunks know that things were about to get exciting; all too exciting.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
The screech was so loud that Jeanette instinctively dropped under her bed and waited for every window in a five-mile radius to shatter. When nothing happened and the scream finally ended, she realized that it belonged to her sister Brittany.
Jeanette leapt to her feet and sprinted down the stairs as fast as she could, which wasn't very fast because she tripped thrice. When she finally stumbled into the kitchen, she had several new bruises already forming.
"What is it? What's the matter?" Jeanette gasped, looking right and left for whatever had slashed, cut, burned, or bruised her sister.
Brittany was staring at her wrist in horror, and Jeanette stumbled over to see what the matter was. It looked fine, though, not hurt in the least.
"My BRACELET IS MISSING!" Brittany screamed, shaking her wrist desperately as though hoping that it would somehow appear.
Jeanette winced, rubbing at my ears. "Okay, could you please stop shouting?" she nearly begged.
Brittany glared at her. "STOP SHOUTING?" she shouted. "STOP?"
Lecture mode, here we come.
"WHODOYOUTHINKYOUARETELLINGMETOSTOPSHOUTINGISTHATR EALLYALLYOU'RECONCERNEDABOUTWHATKINDOFSISTER
AREYOUMYBRACELETISMISSINGTHISISACRISISIAMDEALINGWITHH ERE—,"
"What on earth is going on?" Simon yelled, barging into the kitchen before promptly running into the counter. Jeanette saw that he didn't have his glasses on, and she rushed to assist him.
"Here, let me help," she gasped. She attempted to pull him to his feet, but then she tripped and landed on top of him.
"Oh!" Jeanette gasped, fumbling awkwardly. "Oh, I'm so sorry,
S—,"
"—COULDBEANYWHEREIT'SCLEARLYSTOLENBECAUSEWHO
WOULDN'TSTEALFROMMEANDYOU'REJUSTSITTINGTHEREONTOP
OFSIMONANDNOTDOINGANYTHINGATALLTOHELPMETHISISA
PROBLEMHEREJEANETTEANDYOU'REJUSTSITTINGTHERELIKE
NOTHINGISWRONGANDYOUDON'THAVEAFREAKINGCAREINTHEWOR LDSOWHOAREYOUTOTELLMETOSTOPSHOUTING—,"
"Are you all right?" Jeanette asked, scrambling off of Simon and pressing herself up against the wall, trying to be as small as possible.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay," he answered, his voice stilted and awkward. She nearly wanted to kill herself.
"What the heck is the matter with Brittany?" Alvin yelled, storming in. Theodore and Eleanor were right on his heels.
"—ANDTHENTHEYHAVETHEAUDACITYTOJUSTBARGEIN
HERESTRAIGHTTOMYFACEANDPRETENDTHATNOTHINGIS
WRONGEVERYTHINGISWRONGWHATISTHEMATTERWITHYOU
PEOPLE AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO TELL ME TO STOP SHOUTNIG WHEN MY FAVORITE BRACELET IS MISSING?"
She finally finished with her hands planted on her hips, glaring at each and every one of them.
"So…um…yourbraceletismissing?" Alvin said, imitating her in her lecture mode.
"ALVIN SEVILLE, THIS IS SERIOUS!" she shrieked so loud we all had to duck again in case the windows shattered.
"Okay, okay!" Alvin cried. He took a deep breath, rubbing at his ears. "So…how do you think it happened?"
"Someone stole it," Brittany said with determination. "And I have a pretty good idea who."
Jeanette stopped reading, blushing furiously and trying to look anywhere but at Simon. He smiled lightly and touched her arm.
"Wow, that wasn't very exciting," Brittany said at last. She glared at Jeanette. "And I did NOT react like THAT. I was a lot more calm…cool…collected…"
"No, you were not," everyone said together. She flushed and glared in silence.
"I agree," Alvin yawned. "That was great writing, Jean, but we haven't gotten to the action parts yet." He waggled his eyebrows. "Except maybe when you fell on Simon…"
"ALVIN!" everyone screamed, and he ducked his head, trying to conceal his grin.
"The cookies still aren't ready," Eleanor interrupted brightly, "so we might as well hear some more of the stories. Simon, you next."
He smiled a little, shuffled the papers, and continued to read.
"Your bracelet?" Simon asked skeptically.
"Don't look at me in that manner!" she snapped, taken aback. She gathered her feather boa around her and sat a bit straighter in her chair. "Yes, my bracelet. It is a very valuable bracelet, and I need you to get it back for me."
"Do you have any clues as to who might have done this?" Simon asked her, raising an eyebrow.
"I bet it was Miss Jessica Simpson," Brittany huffed, tossing her hair. "She was lurking around in odd places at my dinner party, and she's always been jealous of my delightful fashion sense."
Raising an eyebrow and surveying her outfit, Simon found that hard to believe.
Just then the door flew open with a BANG and another chipmunk raced into the room. His fur was styled carefully and he was wearing clothes that were all the rage in the fashion world.
"Sorry I'm late, Simon, I—," he gasped, and then he and Brittany turned to lock eyes at the exact same moment.
Simon watched them, bored, and began to count seconds. One. Two. Three. Four.
They just sat there like that, staring deep into each others' eyes. Simon was up to one minute. Two.
Then he coughed a little and they both jerked out of it and whirled around to face him again.
"Well," the chipmunk purred, sauntering around to sit next to Simon behind the desk. "Well, well, well, who is this? Did it hurt when you fell from heaven, baby?"
"Even in the fifties, you're a bad flirt," Brittany sniffed at Alvin.
He winked at her. "But with good taste."
Brittany let out a little titter, and Simon rolled his eyes. Wake me when my brother is done flirting, he thought to himself grimly.
"Alvin," he said aloud, "this is Miss Brittany Miller. She's got a case for us." He gave his brother a look that clearly said STOP FLIRTING. WE'VE GOT TO ACT PROFESSIONAL.
But she's hot, Alvin silently protested.
Don't care.
"How may we assist you, Miss Miller?" he asked out loud, winking at her when he thought Simon wasn't looking. Simon rolled his eyes in disgust.
"As I'm sure I just finished explaining to your colleague here, my bracelet has gone missing," she sniffed. "It's a very valuable bracelet, and I have it on good evidence that it's been stolen."
Alvin's eyes widened. "Interesting," he said thoughtfully. "Very interesting."
Brittany extended the card in her hand yet again. "You will be in contact with me, of course," she said nonchalantly. "I need to go over details about the party. You should probably bring one police officer with you, too, just in case. Sees how you don't have the authority to arrest anyone or anything." She winked at Alvin, and he laughed as though it were the funniest thing he'd ever heard, even though it wasn't much of a joke.
"We will be in touch, Miss Miller," Simon told her, standing up and offering her a bow. "I'd appreciate it, however, if you didn't discuss intimate matters over the phone; not always the safest route."
She nodded and then smiled. "I shall see you in a few days, gentlemen."
"And I look forward to it," Alvin purred, checking her out.
She smiled at him again and then swept out of the room.
Alvin flopped back in his chair. "I think I'm in love," he said hoarsely.
Simon rolled his eyes and dropped into his chair, too. "Please. You just met the girl. She's petty, shallow, childish, full of herself, and absolutely ridiculous." He paused. "You know what? She's perfect for you. Go for it."
"Hey!" Alvin and Brittany yelled at the same time.
"It's true, though, we are perfect for each other," Alvin interjected, smiling at Brittany.
She rolled her eyes. "Suck-up, you're just trying to get me to forgive you for the skateboard incident."
Alvin batted his eyelashes. "Is it working, dearest?"
She rolled her eyes again and gave him a little shove.
"Cookies still aren't done yet," Eleanor sighed. "Jeanette, it's your turn."
Jeanette shuffled the pages, moved to the second chapter, and began to read.