General POV

Simon was "awakened" by a large pillow landing against his face. What the pillow-dropper didn't know was Simon was already awake, and prepared for the hit. Simon grabbed the pillow and pulled it out of his attacker's hands. Cracking his eyes a bit, Simon grinned as he hurled the pillow at his attacker. Alvin fell off the bed with a grunt.

It was a bright Saturday morning, and Alvin, as usual, got up before the sun. "The more time with no school, the better," he reasoned. But he always wanted company. Before the incident, Alvin always would wake up Simon in this fashion so he could have someone to play with and get into mischief with. Theodore never really liked getting up early, so Alvin didn't find it as much fun to be with Theodore in the morning.

However, after the incident, Alvin never got up before the sun. Even on Saturdays. He always slept in way past 9. But today was special. Simon was back.

The two Chipmunks tiptoed downstairs, trying not to make any noise so as not to wake Theo or Dave. Alvin grabbed a pack of Pop-Tarts and put them in the toaster. One for himself, one for Simon. "What do you wanna watch?" Alvin whispered to Simon, who shrugged.

"Anything good that's on is fine,"

After turning on a show they both liked, Alvin came back to the kitchen. Just in time, too. As he watched, the Pop-Tarts sprung up out of the toaster. Simon tried to grab a plate but was too slow and ended up catching them with his hand instead.

He didn't see Alvin in the doorway, watching on with a concerned face as Simon grimaced from the hotness of the food and quickly placed them on a plate. Then he blew on his hand to try to assuage the pain. After a few seconds, the burning feeling went away.

"Simon? You okay?" Alvin asked as he took a step in. Simon jumped.

"Woah! I didn't know you were there!" Simon cried, turning around quickly. Alvin just stared. Simon looked away from his brother. "I guess I can still feel pain," Simon mumbled. He figured it was better to just tell Alvin instead of having it turn into a big ordeal. Besides, his aunt wasn't right there threatening to hurt him if he told.

Alvin walked up to Simon and gave him a hug. "You're okay, right?"

"Yeah,"

"Then let's not worry about it. Let's go watch TV!"

Simon smiled. "You bet!" And grabbed the plate with their breakfast and they ran to the den to watch TV together, just like old times.

After the movie, Alvin and Simon had finished their food, and were just about to head outside when Theodore came bounding downstairs. "Guys! Wait up!" He called. Alvin and Simon watched him run up to them, and then ran outside together. They played in their treehouse, re-enacting scenes from their favorite movies.

After a few hours of playing, laughing, and having a great time, Simon announced it was time to go back inside now. The Chipmunks did so, but were still giggling at some of the scenes.

The next day was Sunday, meaning another day of freedom. Alvin "woke up Simon" and today, instead of just watching TV, he wanted to do something more exciting. Simon rolled his eyes.

"Alvin, when you want to do something 'exciting,' it usually means Dave will end up hollering your name in frustration for what you did,"

"Exactly!" Alvin cried, dragging him downstairs.

"Do you even know what time it is? How can you be awake right now?" Simon exclaimed. It had to be at least four in the morning.

"Adrenaline!" Alvin cried excitedly. "I haven't done this in so long,"

Simon just rolled his eyes again.

Unfortunately, as Alvin went about trying to function in pitch blackness, he knocked over a pot from the sink. It fell with a loud CLANG to the floor. Both Chipmunks tensed and held their breath, waiting to hear any sound from either bedroom.

Nothing. They were safe. They sighed in relief. "That... was close," Alvin said, his heart still beating madly.

"Tell me about it," Simon agreed.

They tiptoed together out the window and onto the roof. Alvin explained his whole plan to Simon on the climb up. Now it was just time to execute it. Simon didn't agree with the plan, but it was better than having a depressed big brother.

Alvin opened the moon roof panel over Dave's room and began to get to work. His plan was to creep out Dave to the max. Dave hated spiders, and Alvin purchased a huge bucket of fake, plastic black ones he planned to hang from strings from the ceiling right above Dave's head. After Alvin hung a few and noticed Simon standing by with a skeptical frown, he pushed a spider into his hand.

"Here, Simon. Please do this with me?" Alvin asked sweetly. Simon sighed in defeat and began helping Alvin.

After a bit, so many spiders were hanging down, Alvin and Simon couldn't even see Dave anymore. "That's enough," Alvin instructed. They quietly put the moon roof panel back on, but not before Alvin stuck his face back under it and shrieked like a little girl, startling Dave awake.

As Alvin sped off the roof, he snatched Simon's hand as well. Together they raced off the roof, but not far behind them, Alvin could hear Dave's annoyed, "ALVIN!"

But today, he didn't seem as angry as he usually did; he was glad Alvin was feeling better from his somewhat depression.