Hi all! I really really appreciate those of you who didn't read the first line of that last chapter and just turn around and decide to abandon the story. Thank you very much. This chapter I think is more for humor, but when you read the last chapter you'll understand why I needed this chapter. Believe me, the last chapter should be more exciting. Just bear with me. :) I know this chapie is short.

Chapter 6

The next morning, the Chipmunks and the Chipettes were going to try and put Alvin's plan into practice. Everyone found Alvin's plan to be a very unusual act. Something tricky and something they'd never done before. With Alvin as the only one singing for this performance, they weren't quite sure how well this would turn out, but Alvin had confidently claimed that they would be able to pull it off.

The six ate their breakfast quickly and got right to work. Brittany, Jeanette, Eleanor, Simon, and Theodore were all in the living room waiting for Alvin. Brittany was on the couch with her sisters and Simon was leaning against the couch leg casually with his arms folded while Theodore stood next to him twiddling his thumbs.

Alvin rushed into the room with a red notebook being dragged along with him. He said eagerly, "Okay guys! I've got a good chunk of the choreography done. You can add whatever you want to it- just as long as it fits the lines of the song. Brittany, here are the lyrics. Memorize 'em. I'll be online doing some research on ventriloquism!"

This sounded strange. It sounded like a foreign language or phrase rolling off of Alvin's tongue that he would be doing research.

Alvin pushed the notebook across the rug towards Simon and Theodore. Eleanor and Jeanette jumped off the couch to join them in looking at it.

Brittany rolled her eyes as Alvin threw the lyrics at her. She took out her sparkly, pink pen and began scribbling across a notepad.

She crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it at Alvin's head. Alvin wrinkled his forehead as the incoming object made contact right between his eyes.

He uncrumpled the note and read it aloud to himself in a sort of mumble, "A little pushy, don't cha think?" Alvin looked up from the paper to Brittany who just smiled sweetly and batted her eyelashes.

Alvin said, "I'm not pushy!" Alvin got hit in the head with another crumpled message.

"Yes you are," Alvin read. He just sighed not bothering to argue knowing very well that this would probably result in a dozen paper cuts in his head.

One hour later…

Alvin leaped away from Dave's laptop on the desk in the living room happily and strolled over to the other chipmunks. His eyes hurt from staring at the computer screen for so long, but he didn't care.

"How's it coming along, all?"

"Great. We wrote in the rest of the dance and we've pretty much got the beginning of the routine down," Jeanette said.

"Awesome!" Alvin said. He then felt a crumpled piece of paper hit him in the head. He opened it up and read, "I'm not doing this, Alvin,"

"Why not?" Alvin argued. Paper cut!

"It's too embarrassing," Alvin read.

"Are you kidding me? You don't even have to do anything! You just sit in my lap while I do all the work!"

"Eh-hem!" Simon said.

"Okay. Well not all the work, but you get it," Alvin said. Paper cut!

"Can we do something else?"

"No we can not do something else and that's final! Now stop throwing paper at me! Save a tree will ya'?" Alvin said throwing away the pieces of wrinkled paper.

Brittany rolled her eyes dramatically and rushed upstairs. She brought down with her a small dry erase board. She sat next to the other four chipmunks and wrote on the board with the black marker. She flipped the board around to show Alvin. He didn't read it aloud that time.

"Better?" it read.

"Sure," Alvin muttered. "Alright people! Let's get to work! We just have today and most of the day of tomorrow to get this thing done."

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By suppertime, all the chipmunks, but Brittany, were completely out of breath. Though it wasn't a long dance number, the four chipmunks had to continually practice. Theodore fell over on the floor out of exhaustion. He and Eleanor had been dancing for pretty much the whole day. It wasn't until the sweet smell of lasagna that wafted into the room that made him get right back on his feet.

Eleanor wiped the sweat off of her forehead and leaned on Theodore's shoulder for support. She punched her fist in the air weakly. "Whew! I think I just dropped a dress size!"

"Tell me about it," Jeanette moaned. On the other hand, she had thoroughly enjoyed dancing with Simon all day long.

Alvin dashed into the kitchen.

"Water!" he cried. He turned on the faucet and drank straight from the sink.

"How do you think we feel?" Simon said.

"Oh sure. But I'm the one that has to speed-sing. I'm making up for two voices here! The inside of my mouth has turned into a desert! I swear!" Alvin proclaimed, water dripping from his mouth.

Simon advised, "Don't overdo it now. If you need help with the song, just tell us, please. This is an extremely difficult song to sing with just one person. It's got all those ridiculously long notes, and fast notes and-"

Alvin responded, "Relax! I won't. I know it's tough stuff. It takes a lot of talent and skill, but you know you've got the most amazingly talented brother around."

"Oh that's right. I'm proud of you, Theodore," Simon said as he patted Theodore on the back. Alvin rolled his eyes.

The six chipmunks all sat down for dinner. The Chipmunks were on one side of the table and the Chipettes were on the other.

Alvin said, "Just think. By tomorrow, we'll have this whole performance down perfectly! Good thing we're performing in the evening. If only Brittany would open her mouth a little wider then it would be perfect, which is actually really surprising. I mean, I didn't think that would be a problem with her big mouth!"

Brittany shot him a death glare. There was now fire in her eyes. It was obvious that Alvin must have been criticizing her all day.

Brittany stabbed her marker at the board angrily and scribbled down something. She flipped it around and slid it towards the boys. The three leaned over to read what it said. However, Alvin and Theodore didn't have any time to read it, for the speed-reader, Simon had just about thrown himself on top of the board, wiping off the message.

His face was red with embarrassment as he said, "Oh my god, Brittany! Show some class!"

"What did it say, Simon?" Theodore asked curiously.

"Let's just say that I had no idea Brittany had such a colorful vocabulary," Simon replied uneasily who was now dusting the bits of dry erase dust off of his hoodie.

"So how long do you think this whole laryngitis thing is going to last?" Alvin asked.

Jeanette replied, "Well, there's no real way of knowing. It could last for weeks, a month, it could even be out of her system within a day. Who knows? Normally, though, it should last for about a week or two."

Brittany looked down sadly. She wasn't sure how she could survive without her voice.