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Chapter 7
The next two days were pretty plain. Nothing really big happened. Charlie's buckteeth were already in so Theodore put more nuts in his pudding lunch. The baby never seemed to be full just like Theodore. Lucky for the boys, he wasn't a picky eater. (Except for waffles ironically).
Potty training was another challenge since diapers weren't exactly an option.
At one point, Alvin called out, "Guys! Someone had an accident!" Simon and Theodore rushed out to where Alvin was. Simon picked up Charlie and said, "I'm going to give him a bath."
Theodore quickly said, "I'll help you!"
Alvin grunted, "I'm not cleaning it up!"
"Well, someone has to," Simon said. Alvin let out a low growl, "I'll get the paper towels."
During the next day, the boys tried teaching Charlie to like and eat toaster waffles. The first time, Theodore accidentally burned the waffles. The burnt smell filled the room.
"Whoops," Theodore mumbled.
Simon and Alvin coughed.
"Aw man!" Simon coughed, "Open the window, Theo!" Theodore ran to the living room window and pried it open as far much as he could. He managed to get it open just above his head, letting in the fresh air. The smoky smell soon vanished and Theodore went back over to the toaster, "Let's try that again."
Theodore made the waffles again (this time without burning them) and ripped them up into smaller pieces for Charlie. He attempted to feed them to him, but Charlie refused.
"C'mon, Charlie. They're really yummy," Theodore said sweetly as he wiggled a piece of waffle around Charlie's nose. The baby chipmunk simply wrinkled his nose and turned his head.
"Let's try the milk," Simon said. Alvin took out the milk carton and began pouring it in a cup.
"Alvin!" Theodore called.
"What?" Alvin asked turning his head.
"I'm bringing Charlie over to the counter with you!"
"Just give me a- whoa! Whoops…" Alvin said as he turned his head back just in time to watch the still-pouring milk overflow the little cup and pour all over the counter and then onto the floor.
"Well, no use crying over spilled milk. I'll just blame it on Simon," Alvin thought aloud. Theodore hopped over to the counter next to Alvin carrying the little plate of waffles. Simon carried Charlie over to the counter.
Charlie slurped up the milk faster than a dog drinking water after a long walk in the park. He splashed milk all over the place. A bit splashed onto the chipmunks surrounding him. They exhaled a breath of exhaustion. Who knew taking care of this baby would be so hard.
After breakfast, it turned out that Eleanor had been right about walking. It started as a toddle, but quickly picked up. Charlie was walking by himself in no time, though he still stumbled a lot. But what goes with walking is climbing.
Charlie was climbing everything- the curtains, the TV, the beds, the piano, the tables, his brothers- everything. It made up for any tree that he would've lived in. Now that Charlie could move around on his own more, the boys had to keep a really close eye on their baby brother. It was strange at first saying things like, "our baby brother" and they weren't referring to Theodore for a change. Whenever they could, the boys tried to start teaching Charlie to talk.
Alvin, wanting to be the first one to have his name said by the baby, sat Charlie down and pointed to himself saying, "Me Alvie. Can you say Alvie? Al-vie." It was no use. Alvin was just feeling silly sitting there saying that repeatedly. Theodore did the same thing saying things like, "Say Teddy, Charlie. Teddy." They even convinced a reluctant Simon to join in on the lesson. Theodore pointed to Simon and said, "That's Bubby. Can you say Bubby?" Still nothing.
It was about 3:00 in the afternoon and things had calmed a bit. Though the house was a complete mess, the boys managed to at least clean up the living room some. The kitchen was a whole other story. They were making a mess in trying to make food for the baby, but being so busy with him, they never got a chance to clean much of it up. The chipmunks were able to start doing what they wanted a little more though. Alvin got in the video game time he wanted, Theodore got time to himself to eat whatever, though Charlie had lately been beating Theodore to it.
Simon was out in the backyard setting up his miniature rocket ship. Theodore and Alvin walked outside, Charlie in Theodore's arms.
Theodore complained, "Aw, Charlie ate the last mini muffin!"
"Looks like you've got some competition, Teddy. Usually you're the one that finishes off the food packages," Alvin said.
"I know, but Charlie is still so tiny. I don't think he's gained much weight at all. He's going to have to teach me how he does that," Theodore said.
Simon said, though not taking his eyes off the rocket as he played around with it, "It's called a high metabolism, Theo. Some people like Charlie have very high ones where they can easily burn off calories. They can eat a whole pizza and still remain as thin as a twig. I believe that Jeanette has that also."
"Did Jeanette tell you that she has one?" Alvin questioned.
"No," Simon answered.
Alvin stifled a laugh and said, "Oh! So are you checking her out-"
"No!" Simon interrupted. Things were definitely starting to go back to normal around the Seville household. Alvin hadn't made a joke like that ever since the surprise on their doorstep arrived.
"I wish I had a high metabolism," Theodore said pathetically as he handed the baby over to Alvin and stretched out his back.
"Okay, I think she's ready to launch. You fellas wanna see?" Simon announced excitedly.
"Uh… Is this something we should be watching from inside the house?" Alvin asked.
"I'm ninety-five percent sure that this will work," Simon said, "Just take a few steps back."
Theodore and Alvin stood right up against the house. Simon had the rocket set upward.
"Ready to launch in five-four-three-two-one!" Simon lit his rocket and it quickly zoomed right up into the air, however it didn't go straight up as Simon had hoped for. It instead went all which ways all over the backyard. Alvin and Theodore screamed as it zoomed past their heads. Alvin found himself hugging Charlie closely in a very protective way.
The rocket zipped up and then blasted through a high up tree limb, slicing it almost all the way, but enough to send the tree branch falling onto the roof of the house.
The rocket soon stopped and fell to the ground. The chipmunks all watched, eyes wide as the tree branch came down and hit the roof. It was still partially attached to the tree however.
"Smooth…" Theodore commented.
Charlie clapped his paws playfully.
Alvin said sarcastically, "Way to go, Bubby."
Simon looked at the dead rocket laying before him thoughtfully and said, "Hmm… That wasn't supposed to happen."
"You think!?" Alvin cried.
"Maybe I should have added a little more of that blue powder. Ah well. Live and learn," Simon shrugged while picking up the rocket.
"Ooh. You're going to be so dead when Dave finds that tree limb on the roof. And this time he can't blame me for it!" Alvin said.
"I know. But by the sounds of it, I don't think that it did much damage at all to the roof. I suggest that we all stay inside. There's nothing we can do until Dave gets someone to cut it down. It could be dangerous," Simon advised.
