(Notes: Read the dates; they are important. All single quotes are spoken in 'Chipmunk'. The boys are in their Alvin Show forms, and as such they believe that Alvin is the youngest.)

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters (Alvin, Simon, Theodore, and Dave Seville) along with real people (Ross Bagdasarian Sr.) do not belong to us. They belong to their respectable owners or to themselves if that applies. However, we do own the names of the many Tooning Techniques (C-Space, ToonZoom, Scrambling) mentioned. Chipmunklover owns Daniel and Chloe Allen, while Kitty Seville owns Kelli Allen. Any of the concepts and characters can be used with our express permission.

"Fellas!" thundered Dave. All three snapped their heads towards Dave. Alvin was sitting on top of Simon's chest with his feet pinning the blue sleeves of Simon's shirt. Theodore was huddled on the couch, holding his belly. Dave was standing in the doorway, looking very intimidating… and holding a jump rope in his hand. By the red mark on his face, it smacked into him.

"Uh oh…" All three said sheepishly.

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SEPTEMBER 23, 1958

Dave glared at all three boys sitting in front of him on the couch. Alvin's expression was one of anger slash guilt, Simon's was one of just guilt, and Theodore's was one of discomfort and pain.

Dave paced back and forth, occasionally throwing glances toward one of the three boys. He sighed when he saw Alvin and Simon share a glare and he pushed them apart.

"Theodore," he commanded his voice hard, "sit between your brothers. I don't trust them."

Theodore looked up at Dave with tear wet eyes. "Do. I. Have. To?" He scooted over a little away from his brothers in agreeance with his words.

Dave shook but didn't force him. He was new to this parenting thing and it baffled him that the two more outspoken brothers would fight like this. Sure, he had "grown up" as an only "child" (*) but he was pretty sure that siblings didn't try and kill each other like this.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do with you." He mumbled, not intending for the boys to hear.

" What. Do. You. Mean. ' What. Are. You. Gonna. Do. With. Us?'"

Dave started and looked down at the boys. Simon was glaring Alvin and the red clad boy was looking at Dave expectantly. He was obviously the one that had spoken. "Well, youneed to be punished."

Alvin's eyes narrowed. "We. Don't. Need. To. Be. Anything."

Dave shook his head, "What am I gonna do with you?" He reiterated, mumbling once again.

At this, Theodore jumped off the couch and bolted up the stairs, pouring on the ToonZoom as he went.

All three remaining in the room watched with wide eyes, wondering what the heck had just happened.

Dave shook his head and looked back at the two boys left on the couch. "I think I know what he's doing," he began, "and he's been punished enough as it is."

Simon and Alvin looked up at Dave questioningly, as if telling him to explain.

Dave sighed and glanced towards the stairs. "You remember that ham Theodore accidentally ate in that sandwich three days ago?" Both boys nodded, "I don't think it reacted with his system all that well. His body just got rid of it in the fastest way possible." Both cringed, imagining Theodore hunched over the toilet bowl, getting rid of all the food he had eaten in the last few days. They both felt the need to run up to him and comfort him, but Dave's glare kept them glued in place.

He watched them bounce in their seats, trying to keep themselves stationary and he resolved right then what their punishment would be.

He dished it quickly, wanting to let them be with their bother. "Simon: dish duty. Alvin: dusting." He waved his hand as dismissal and watched as they tore up the stairs.

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SEPTEMBER 23, 1958

Dear Journal,

Ross gave me this notebook today after I had finished my punishment for fighting with Alvin. He had noticed yesterday how I had moved my hands while sitting at the kitchen table. I had thought it was just normal fidgeting, but apparently, I had been "writing" and had not noticed.

Once I had finished washing the dishes that had piled up in the sink, (a constant reminder of Dave's inability to cook) as a part of my punishment. I had sat down at the table to rest my raisiny hands when Ross came in holding a simple blue notebook. He had dropped the notebook on the table in front of me, making me jump, and had commanded me to write whatever he said. His actions were pushy, but his attitude was patient.

I did as he said, but wasn't sure that I would know how to do what he wanted. I was very surprised and happy to find that my hands knew exactly how to draw the letters that Ross listed off.

Soon, I had the whole alphabet memorized and I could write a few simple words. It took me only a few hours to learn how to sound out the words and spell them from the way they sounded.

Taking my knowledge from the few books I had managed to read, I wrote a few simple sentences before sitting down to write this.

My hand is cramping now, and Ross told me not to overdo it, so I'm gonna stop.

-Simon

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Simon carefully closed his notebook and slipped it into his C-Space before getting up from the table. He pushed his chair under and slipped out of the room and up the stairs as quietly as he could. Alvin, Theodore, and Dave were taking short afternoon naps, siestas, his brain told him, where what they were called in Mexico and Spain.

Ross had left the small suburban house right after he had handed Simon his notebook. He had left with the excuse that his wife had called.

Simon secretly suspected that Ross wanted to get his own siesta in after the two long days that Alvin had been awake. That little bugger was a handful; even Simon could see that with his limited knowledge on life.

Simon shook his head sadly as he mounted the stairs. They hadn't even been alive for ten days and Alvin had managed to instigate a fight between himself and his eldest brother. Simon knew that he was to blame also, because he had let Alvin's words get to him, but that didn't mean that he wasn't going to try to blame it on Alvin just as much as Alvin was trying to blame it on him.

Simon quietly pushed his way into the small room he shared with his brothers in Dave's small house. It was only a two bedroom house and that meant that he and his brothers had to squeeze into the only remaining room. Dave had said that he was going to trade rooms with them, because he could manage to survive in the small room. He had pushed that promise to the top of his to-do list after Alvin and Simon's fight because it was obvious that they couldn't be kept cooped up in a small space for too long without pushing each other too far.

What Dave didn't know was that they had fought not because they were tired of each other's presence. Quite the opposite actually, they enjoyed spending time with each other. But, Simon suspected, the real reason that Alvin had flipped the channel that had started the whole thing, was because he was tired of the tension that he built up in the house just as much as Simon.

The fight had been a way to release all that pent up tension in one fell swoop. Sure, it got Alvin and Simon in trouble, but to Alvin it was probably worth it.

Simon jumped slightly when Alvin shifted in his sleep and let out a loud snore. Alvin's hat was hanging on the right bedpost of Alvin's bed and Simon couldn't help but look back and forth between Theodore and Alvin and marvel at how much they looked like each other when Alvin didn't have that thing to help differentiate between the two.

Simon padded quietly across the floor, having deposited his shoes under his bed a few days before. They had been getting tight around the toes and he had decided rather quickly that the pain wasn't worth protecting his sensitive feet.

He grabbed Alvin's hat off the post and studied the small red thing. The hat had gone through a lot of abuse the past few days and it still looked new. Alvin had even accidently dropped it as he was running around outside and Dave had accidently run it over with the car, but it had escaped without a scratch.

The incident had struck Simon as odd and he knew that he had to find out why, so without hesitation, he stuck the hat under his arm and retreated out of the room.

Simon jumped lithely onto the banister and slid down to the bottom floor. He landed lightly on the balls of his feet and he used his momentum from the ride down to take off for the kitchen.

He jumped up onto the counter using his left over energy and slid to a stop right before he hit the stove. He then stood up and reached upward to open the top cupboards. He grabbed one of the pots that were up there and he set it down on the counter before dropping back to the floor.

His knees jarred on impact and he winced at the pain that shot up through his legs. He then grabbed the pot and filled it with water from the sink before setting it on the stove. He flicked the knob up to high and set about to find some scissors while he waited for the water to start boiling.

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Simon hummed a tuneless melody to himself as he hopped back up on the counter with the scissors in his hands. He grabbed Alvin's hat from where he had set it and he looked it over once before taking the scissors and trying to undo the seam that held the whole thing together.

When he couldn't get the scissors to pierce the simple looking seam on the hat, Simon glanced over at the pot of water to see if it was boiling yet. It simmered quietly as the heat rose and Simon sighed to himself as he hopped back down from the counter and onto to the floor.

He let himself use a burst of ToonZoomto get to the table and he slid to a stop before jumping up into one of the four chairs. There was a piece of paper resting on the smooth surface with little notes jotted here and there and Simon turned it over to write something on the back.

Scissors did not pierce it.

He flipped it back over and read over everything he had written beforehand to reacquaint himself with the data.

From his observation, Simon had been able to conclude that Alvin's hat was indestructible, and he was trying to test this theory. He didn't exactly know what he would do if he accidentally destroyed Alvin's hat (and proved himself wrong), and he silently hoped it wouldn't come to that, because Alvin had already proved that he could kick Simon's butt any day of the week.

He scanned the page with his eyes again and nodded to himself before getting up to check the water again.

Simon smiled to himself when he saw that the water was at a steady boil. He grabbed Alvin's hat from where he had left it on the counter and gently held it over the water. He felt the steam sting his hand and he silently hoped his he was right before dropping the hat and watching it plunge into the burning water.

Simon closed one eye in fright as he watched the hat bob up and down, the steam that was collecting under it made it bloat and he feared the steam alone would make it burst. He didn't want the hat to be destroyed in the water; he just wanted to make the fibers looser. He wanted to see if the hat was more venerable when it was wet.

He glanced back at the water for a few more seconds before beginning a search for a knife.

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After Simon's successful search for a knife, he had decided that the hat was soaked through and he grabbed a pair of tongs from a drawer and fished it out of the water.

He carefully set it on the counter beside the stove and turned the burner off before grabbing the knife from where he had set it. He picked the hat up with the tongs again and noted the red pool it had left. The color had bled.

Simon held the hat up toward the light and he examined it before putting it back down on the counter in the pool of red water. He then grabbed the pot off the burner and poured its boiling contents down the sink. He dropped the pot in after all the water had disappeared and went back to the hat.

He grasped the knife with his right hand while the held the hat up with the tongs. The water dripped off and pooled on the floor while Simon tried to work up the nerve to stab Alvin's most precious belonging.

He shook his head to clear it. He was being stupid. Why was he trying to destroy Alvin's hat? Just for some stupid experiment to see if it was indestructible?

Simon was just about to set the hat back down on the counter and forget the whole thing when he heard something and froze.

'Where is that thing? I know I had it when I went to sleep…' Alvin was mumbling in Chipmunk, but Simon could hear him clearly. He cringed when he heard Alvin's footfalls get closer and he tried to move and clean up his mess. But, his limbs wouldn't move and he grinned sheepishly at Alvin as the smallest chipmunk stumbled into the room.

'What,' Alvin asked in Chipmunk as his eyes moved back and forth between Simon and his hands. Simon realized how outrageous he must look to Alvin. He was holding Alvin's hat up with the knife pointed at it like he was about to stab it. The red water had continued to drip from the hat and it had collected on the floor under the hat. It looked like he had succeeded in his fiendish plot and had actually stabbed the hat, making it bleed. 'do you think you're doing?'

Simon carefully placed the knife down but he couldn't get his left arm to obey and he continued to hold the hat up like the Statue of Liberty held up her torch. Alvin glared at him and jumped up to grab his hat.

He managed to get it after the third jump and he slammed it down on his head, not really realizing that it was still steaming. Simon cringed as Alvin glared holes through his head and he turned to grab the dishtowel that was resting on the counter a few feet away. He quickly wiped down the counter while Alvin tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for Simon to answer.

Just as Simon was about to speak, Alvin yelled out and he threw his hat off. He started to stomp on it like it was on fire and he wanted to suffocate the flames. Simon laughed quietly at his brother's actions and Alvin paused in his stomping to glare at him.

'Do. Not. Touch. My. Cap.' Alvin ordered through gritted teeth in Chipmunk. He grabbed the red piece of flattened material and looked his over before punching it in the middle to make it go back to its original shape. Simon's eyes widened as Alvin placed it back on his head; still looked new!

'Alvin,' He began as he threw down the towel. 'Don't you see?! You're hat is indestructible!'

Alvin's eyes flashed and he pushed his hat down farther on his head. 'Oh, yeah? Well, let's see if your glasses are the same way!' He looked at Simon evilly before launching himself toward his taller brother. Simon saw him coming at the last second and he twisted around to avoid Alvin's assault. Alvin anticipated this and he switched directions at the last second so he sped past Simon, snatching his glasses off his face in the process.

Alvin laughed evilly as he took off with Simon's glasses. He ran outside the door and into the garage where he grabbed a hammer. Simon followed, right on his heals, even though he couldn't see, but he froze when he saw Alvin holding the hammer over his only pair of glasses, ready to strike.

'N-now Alvin, let's not be hasty.' Simon coughed nervously when he noticed Alvin's hand twitch slightly.

'No Simon, let's.' Alvin raised his arm up and he let it fall, slamming the hammer into the top of Simon's glasses. Simon cringed and hid his eyes behind his hands, not wanting to see what caused the crunching sound that resonated around the room.

After the cracking stopping, Simon glanced through his fingers to see how much damage had been done to his glasses.

None.

His eyes widened when he saw his glasses still in one piece, no worse for wear from what Alvin had just done to them. He darted forward and grabbed them off the table before Alvin could get a second chance at them.

Once they were once again secure on his face, Simon glanced at Alvin. The shortest Chipmunk was staring at the spot where Simon's glasses had been only a few seconds ago in shock. Simon let his gaze travel to Alvin's hand and he noticed that the hammer was missing.

He looked around and found the source of the cracking and crunching he had heard earlier. Somehow, the hammer had flown through the window.

'But… But… how? Hammer? Glasses? ' Alvin mumbled to himself as he looked back and forth between the window and the table. Suddenly, he jerked his head upward and glared at Simon. "Simon!" (2)

Simon shrugged and turned on his heel to leave, but Alvin grabbed the back of his shirt. 'Explain.' He ordered through gritted teeth as he dug his heels into the ground to keep Simon from going anywhere.

'It's like I said, your hat is indestructible; so are my glasses.' And with that, he continued on his merry way back into the house, hoping that Alvin wouldn't get into too much trouble about the broken window.

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SEPTEMBER 25, 1958

Ross walked into the room and set his stuff down by the big black box dominating the middle of the room.

'What do you think is?' Theodore asked in Chipmunk as he peeked around the corner.

'It's a bag, Theodore.' Simon answered as he mussed Theodore's hair.

'Not that,' he spat back, adding extra emphasis on 'that', 'the big black box the bag is by!'

'You find out; you wanna know!' Alvin suddenly yelled out as he pushed Theodore forward. Theodore, who wasn't paying attention, stumbled into the small room and turned to glare at Alvin. Alvin didn't react until Simon elbowed his in the side. 'What?!' He yelled out as he glared at his taller brother. Simon gestured toward Theodore and Alvin's face fell into an innocent look. 'I tripped, sorry.' He said, deadpan, as he looked at his hand.

Theodore gave Alvin a flat look but spun around and his face fell as he saw the danger before him.

The box was huge with giant white and black teeth. Theodore threw a look over his shoulder and Alvin waved at his hand at him in a signal to go forward. 'Go!' He snapped.

Theodore gulped and took a few tentative steps forward. The box loomed at him and he jumped when it creaked. He almost ran back to his brothers, but Simon's reassuring tone kept him where he was.

'It's not gonna eat you, keep going!'

Theodore gulped but moved forward again. When he reached the intimidating object, he looked back at his brothers again. They motioned for him to keep going but he shook his head.

Alvin glared and Theodore turned around slowing and cautiously reached his hand to poke one of the white teeth.

Ding!

Theodore dived for cover as a high pitched tone resonated through the room.

'You broke it!' Alvin yelled as he ran into the room, not heading the danger. He skidded to a halt as he took in the huge size of the thing and he looked at Theodore with gleaming dark eyes. "Get! UP!" He yelled in English as he pulled Theodore to his feet. The green clad child didn't fight, but didn't help either.

Finally, one push and tug at a time, the two boys fell onto the ground by Simon's feet. Simon dropped to his knees beside them and started to asses them for damage after their near-death experience'.

"Boys?" A deep voice sounded in front of them. They all jumped, thinking it was the monster coming to eat them. "What are you doing out here boys?"

All three sighed in relief when they saw it was Ross. Alvin jumped up to his feet and pointed in the direction of the monster. "It. Attacked. Us!" He squeaked out as he showed a pale Theodore as proof.

"What did? The piano?" Ross asked as he walked back into the room. He ran down the keys and all three boys covered their ear.

"Stop!"

"It's just a piano, boys." Ross reassured as he pressed the keys again.

"What's. A. Piano?" All three asked together.

"A piano is a big box with keys that you press to make music."

"Oh." All three replied, laughing at their misconception.

Ross ran his hands down the keys again. "And I'm gonna teach you how to play it."

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(*) Toons do not actually grow, hence the quotes.

(2) Well, what happened here? Lessee… Alvin tried to smash Simon's glasses with a hammer. Simon's glasses, being indestructible, like Alvin's hat (that will be explained later), caused the hammer to bounce off the frames and out of Alvin's small grip. The hammer then soared out the window.

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