Author's Notes: Terribly sorry for the wait. I had two deaths in my family this week, so I really needed something to get my mind away from all that.

IMPORTANT NOTICE: I'll probably complete this story at 200 Rules. However, I'm not entirely sure, but I thought I'd give you guys the heads up.

Introducing a new character in this chappie! Tell me what you think of him, please?

So much thanks for songfire15 for being such amazing support with both real world problems and grammar problems:)

EDIT: I've started to actually take a Spanish class, therefore Jem's spanish has been corrected. ;)

I do not own Alvin and the Chipmunks

(Rules 140-160)

"Why is she acting like this?" Dave muttered quietly as he passed his nephew the syrup. Toby snorted around a mouthful of pancakes, raising his eyebrows with massive exasperation. The younger Seville dumped the thick substance onto his pile of breakfast while warily glancing over to the stove, where Padamay stiffly stood. The teen was heatedly spatula stabbing some horribly-abused Bisquick mix.

"She seemed fine last night," Dave continued softly. "What happened?"

Toby shrugged, whipping his mouth on his sleeve. "Maybe she and the BF got into a fight last night over the cellie," he chewed. "She was screaming at him like a Banshee when I went to bed."

"What was she screaming about?" Dave frowned.

Toby opened his mouth to reply, but he suddenly choked and began rapidly banging on his chest and making painful noises. Dave jerked back and blinked, unsure of what to do.

"Call Jax," Toby suggested in a rough cough. "He'll probably tell you."

Dave thought for a moment and sighed. "I guess I could try that. Jax couldn't be any worse off than this." He pulled his phone from his shirt pocket and blinked at his flashing screen.

1 Txt Message From: Alice

Hey, Dave! Just wanted to thank you once again for watching over the Chipettes and my spawns for the weekend. This terribly boring nursing convention should be over by Sunday, so hopefully you'll still be alive by then. Thanks~Alice.

Dave snorted. The chances of being "alive" by Sunday were dwelling in the single digits at the moment.

He sighed warily as he scrolled through his contacts and punched in Jaxon's number. An unknown, yet huskily familiar voice picked up on the last ring.

"Road Kill Cafe`," a breathless voice drawled. "You kill 'em, we grill 'em."

Dave's jaw slowly went slack. "..."

"... You still there, amigo?"

"Um," Dave stammered, laughing nervously, "I, ah, think I have the wrong number."

Before the voice could reply, there was a loud, roaring crash in the background of the other line.

"JAXON!" another low pitched voice hollered from somewhere distant.

The answerer of the phone sighed shakily. "Oh, I'm sorry," the voice said with phony cheerfulness. "What I meant was: you've reached the Suicide Hotline of Paul, Jem, Dakoda, and Liza Peters. Please feel free to attack our home and shoot us down like dogs to save us from this horrible world of Commando-Jaxon."

Dave let a startled laugh escape him. "Ah, hah, I'm assuming this is the actually the Peters residence and you're one of Jaxon's siblings?"

"One of four," the deep voice replied with a sort of smug pride. "I'm Jem. Second oldest, hottest, brightest, smoothest, and champion prank caller of the household. Oh, and that was Paul you just heard roaring like a mentally challenged wrestler. Apparently Jaxon just threw an egg at him."

"Oh," Dave said, his voice high in pitch.

Jem laughed deeply. "Anyways, Mister-What's-Ya-Name, what can I do ya for?"

"Oh, I'm Dave Seville, Padamay's uncle," Dave quickly filled in.

Jem was quiet for a moment. "Fo' reals?"

"Um, yeah..."

Jem was silent, then he boomed over the line with laughter. Dave winced and held the phone away for a second."Ha-ha, holy Ritz! Hey, Paulie! Guess who I got on the phone? DAVE SEVILLE. Yeah, ha-ha! Do what? You want me to do what?"

Dave shook his head, his eyes wide. These were definitelyJaxon's siblings.

"No, I'm not gonna hold him down while you punch! I'd like to keep my beautiful head attached thank-you-very-much. Anyways, Davie Dude, sorry for screaming' in your ear. Me and my bro's read your rules, that's how we know you."

"Oh, well, that's great but I was wondering if-"

"Matter of fact, me and Dakoda were juuust talking about how Padamay probably wouldn't be able to finish the next set of guidelines if she was upset about Jaxon."

"Um, well I suppose so-"

"And we really like those rules."

Dave waited impatiently. "Yes, well, that's why I was ca-"

"Oooh. Hey I got an idea."

Dave sighed heavily. "What?"

"How about you write those next set of rules, and in return, Paulie and I beat some sense into Jaxon and make him apologize. We'll have them skipping off into the Sunset by this afternoon."

Dave blinked. "You really think you can fix that?"

Jem scoffed. "Uh, yeeeeah. My beat-ups are always affective, no matter who the victim may be."

Dave hesitated, then glanced over to the stove, where Padamay had mercilessly slaughtered another pile of pancakes.

Dave turned his attention back to the phone. "You have a deal, Jem."

He could hear Jem's smirk. "Excelente."

Rules #141-160 by Dave Seville

Rule #141-The game "Catch the throwing knife" is forever banned from the Rez's.

(Toby and Padamay were bored one afternoon and came up with this magnificently creative idea for a death match)

(Basically, Player 1 throws a knife and player 2 tries to catch it)

(I wasn't shocked to find out the my lovely niece and nephew came up with this game-I also wasn't shocked when I heard that Toby missed and was stabbed in the eye)

(At least it was a butter knife...)

(Toby: "MAH EYE! MY BEAUTIFUL EYE! GAWOEIHNKBAAAAAAHHHH!")

(Padamay: "You SAID you have the reflexes of a ninja on speed!")

(Toby: "I was TRYING to tell you I have the reflexes of a DEAD ninja on speed! MUNK!")

(Alice: "(Sigh.) I'm seriously thinking about abandoning them in Wal Mart.")

(Claire: "(Furiously scrubbing down butter knife) I SECOND THAT IDEA!")

Rule #142-No more prank calls for Alvin. (Well, no more prank calls for ANYONE, but mainly Alvin.)

(He accidentally called the White House)

(And when he realized who he was talking to, he said, "Your dancing lizards are ready for delivery, Mr. President, Sir.")

(Do you know how hard it is to bail someone out of federal prison?)

(Me, after paying the ridiculous bail amount: "Alvin, why didn't you just hang up?")

(Alvin: "Uh, duh! Because they would have been able to trace the call! If you watched public television, you would have known that.")

(Me: "...What?" o.O)

(Simon: "So why didn't you just do the 'wrong number' thing and apologize?")

(Alvin: "Because the dancing lizards seemed better than saying sorry. Dancing lizards make everything better." :D)

(Me: "(Turns to Alice) Mind if I drop Alvin off at Wal Mart with Padamay and Toby?")

(Alice: "Please do.")

Rule #143-Doggie Doors are banned since they are the constant preys of Chipmunk/Chipette pranks.

(Brittany glued ours shut and Alvin rammed into it face first)

(Then he poured sour milk on the other side of the Chipette's door)

(Yeah. Jump+Slip in milk=Horrible smelling Chipette)

Rule #144- "Keyboard Dance Dance Revolution" is banned.

(A.k.a, the Chipmunk/Chipette Version of DDR)

Rule #145-Simon is no longer allowed to have laughing gas.

(Apparently it makes him blurt out some pretty interesting stuff)

(Leaving the dentist office after Simon's wisdom teeth were removed)

(Simon: "Dave, do you remember last year on the 7th of June when it was drizzling that morning and you over slept because you were up all night watching Repo Men and you asked me to make your coffee so you could wash your favorite brown tie with the fishing poles on it?")

(Me: "Uh..." o.o)

(Simon: "Well, I accidentally put, like, a whole stick of butter in your To Go cup with your coffee. My bad.")

(Me: "O.O")

(Simon: "Oh, and Jeanette, do you remember, like, like, four days-no, four and a HALF days ago, when I said that the chemical compounds we put in that vile of Powerade was stable?")

(Jeanette: "Um, yeah?")

(Simon: "Well, they weren't. I was just trying to impress you by pretending I knew what the Hello Kitty I was doing. They'll probably corrupt and explode in Dave's microwave in an explosion of toxic fumes at about 3:24 this afternoon.")

(Dave: "...It's 3:24 right now.")

(Simon: "Oopsie! He-he-he-he-he! :D)

(Dave: "SIMON...")

(Jeanette: "Aw, he tried to impress me with toxic fumes!" :3)

(Brittany: I will never understand the ways of nerd love.")

(Jeanette: "Your mother.")

(Brittany: "What?")

Rule #146-Padamay is no longer to be around roses.

(She had a massive allergic reaction when Jaxon gave her some after they had a bad argument)

(Pad took one sniff and her face turned into one big red dodge ball)

(Alvin: "BUAHAHAHA! Oh, MAN Jaxon, that was brilliant! I bow down to you, dude!")

(Jaxon: "You think I MEANT to send her to the E.R with an allergic reaction?")

(Alvin: "Ah hah, ahhh... Wait, it was an accident?")

(Jaxon: "DUH!")

(Alvin: "Oh. Well, maybe you should stick to chocolates. Try Kit-Kats. They're delicious.")

(Jaxon: "I despise you.")

(Alvin: "Get in line with all the other jealous males, sweetness.")

Rule #147: Brittany is no longer allowed to sing the song, "Another One Bites the Dust."

(She always finds some way to fit it into a conversation)

(Padamay: "(At the dinner table) Ugh, no more hot wings?")

(Brittany: "And another one gone, and another one gone. Another one bites the dust!")

(Toby: "(Character dies in video game) ALWIEJAJSFNOOOOOO!")

(Brittany: "Bum. Bum. Bum. Another one bites the dust!")

(Me: "(At snack machine) Well, there goes the last dollar. Hope that Klondike is good.")

(Brittany: "Bum. Bum. Bum. Another one bites the dust!")

(Simon: "You know Alvin, you're probably next on the Biting the Dust list.")

(Alvin: "Hah! Whatever. She'll never be able to bite my dust. This munk is un-songable.")

(Simon: "Uh... Whatever, man.")

(Alvin: "Now, where's my stash of marshmallows?")

(Brittany: "(Walks by, eating marshmallows)"

(Alvin: "...Oh...NO she didn't...")

(Brittany: "Bum, (Eats marshmallow) bum, (Eats marshmallow) bum. (Eats marshmallow) Another one bites the dust!" ;D)

(Simon: "Told you so.")

Rule #148-Tackle Football is banned.

(Julie got waaaay into it)

(Julie: (Charges at Toby) "GRRRRAAAAH!")

(Jaxon: "Uh, bro, I'd start hauling if I were you...")

(Toby: (Sighs dreamily) "You know what, Jax?")

(Jaxon: (Slowly moving to the side) "Um, what?")

(Toby: "Although my girlfriend is about to pummel me into unconsciousness, she is lookin' so hot right no-OOOOOMPH!")

(Everyone: (Grimace) "Ooooh...")

(Alvin touches down across the field)

(Padamay: (Sighs heavily) "Well, that's lovely. I was just beat in a game of tackle football by a four inch tall fur ball."

(Alvin: (Doing the Running Man) "Can't touch this, ba-na-na-na!")

Rule #149-No more "Ster" and "Ater" nicknames. Some examples:

("The Alvinater.")

("The Padster.")

("The Julinater.")

("The Tobester.")

("The Brittster.")

("The Davenater.")

("The Jaxster.")

("The Clairester.")

Rule #150-If you happen to pop in at the Chipette Rez on cleaning day, don't be scared when you see Toby feather dusting and screaming Lady GaGa's Alejandro. Totally normal.

(How do we know Toby has this secret fetish/obsession?)

(Alvin told me he casually waltzed into the Chipette Rez and noticed Toby pounce on the couch and throw the feather duster into the air in a dramatic fashion. Theeeeen...)

(Toby: "I know that we are young, and I know that you may love me, but I just can't be with you like this any more... Alejandro.")

(Alvin then recalled Toby flinging himself into the floor while using the feather duster as a make-shift microphone, singing in his best boy-in-puberty voice)

(Toby: "DON'T CALL MY NAME, DON'T CALL MY NAME... ALEJANDRO! I'M NOT YOUR BABE, I'M NOT YOUR BABE... FERNAND-"

(He finally noticed Alvin in the door way)

(Alvin: (Slowly raises eye ridge)

(Toby: "O.O")

(Alvin:"I didn't realize you were this intimate with your Swiffer, Tobe.")

(Toby: "Uh, heh, yes, well-")

(Alvin: "AND you named it. How romantic."

(Toby: "Grrr." -.-)

Rule #160-Pray that Theodore doesn't get bit by a spider ever again.

(Once he was out in the yard helping Claire with her Petunias, and he was bit by a garden spider)

(It wasn't poisonous, but it might as well have been...)

(Theodore: "Oh gah, oh gah, oh GAAAAH, THE PAIN!")

(Alvin: "Dude, it was a garden spider. GAR-DEN SPI-DER. It's not poisonous.")

(Theodore: "I see the light...! I can't go into the light! (Gasp!) Oh no! The light's pulling me in, oh noooo...")

(Simon: "Theodore, you're not diei-")

(Theodore: "I hear the angels! Oh, such pretty music...")

(Alvin: "Ugh. Maybe we should just kill him.")

(Simon: "I am so close to pimp slapping you. Jeanette, keep Theo busy so he doesn't go into shock or something.")

(Jeanette: "Why can't you do it?")

(Simon: "Because I'm going to go find a Black Willow to bite Alvin.")

(Alvin: "Oh, you'd LOVE that, wouldn't you?")

(Jeanette: "Um, right. Uh, what's the music sound like, Theodore?")

(Theodore: "Na, na, na, na, Spiderpig! Spiderpig! Does what ever a spiderpig does!")

(Jeanette: "Why am I not surprised...?")

Author's Notes: Shannon thought I should suggest my story Another One Bites The Dust in constellation with Rule #147:)

And I nearly choked on my tea while reading one of her beta notes, so I'm sharing it with you guys:p Hopefully she's okay with that lol.

This is Shannon's reaction to Jaxon throwing an egg at Paul:

(Hahahaha funny image in my head there...hot mexican dude getting pelted by an egg HA :D)

Bua to the ha ha ha:) That probably just confused you lot who have looked at Jaxon's photo reference on my profile. Shannon is referring to the Paul's photo reference. I sent one to her when I was writing a one-shot of Jaxon's family. THAT guy is Mexi-Sexi. ^.^