Alvin and the Chipmunks II
Chapter XI (11); November 17: 3:32 PM
byhallhomestead
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in this story (The Chipmunks, Chipettes, Dave, Miss. Miller, etc,). This story made NO profit.
A/N: This is my first Alvin and the Chipmunks fanfic (as a matter of fact, this is my first fanfic ever) and it is 100 new movie (the CGI one).
Cram it. I know I haven't updated for a week. I am aware that you guys are sick of waiting for my chapter to spawn irregularly from my computer. And I most certainly realize that I've, after making a promise to myself never to do it again, put up another A/N instead of a chapter last week. Oh well, I'm sorry. What else can I say? I am hoping (seeing as I got a week off from school) that I will finish the story this week, but who knows? Not only do I have surgery scheduled for Monday (please send me PMs telling me how much you are hoping my wisdom teeth come out alright! ;-) ), but I also am going away for next weekend. Now pray for me (and yourselves) as I attempt to write the longest A/N EVER!!!!!
Well, now that I know that about 100 people read my story chapter by chapter (if you do the numbers right, it comes out to about 190 people per chapter, but about 800 of those hits were for just the first chapter), I will try to work harder on putting up chapter faster, and try to make them better. It's great to know that all these people read MY story; it's really overwhelming to be honest. When I first sat down to plug in the first chapter of this fanfic, I had suspected that only about a dozen people would follow it chapter by chapter. Until a few days ago, I had thought my original thoughts about this story's popularity were confirmed, and you can imagine my shock when I found out the real numbers. Well, enough of me bragging about how many people read my fanfic, let's move on.
Just kidding! My bragging will never be finished, but I promise to tone it down. Someone told me it might be a good idea to put up a profile for all my stories and art and stuff like that.
Two problems with an otherwise good idea.
If you guys didn't take the massive hints I've been dropping about my utter lack of time for doing stuff I enjoy, well, lemme spell it out for you: I D-O-N-'-T G-O-T A-N-Y T-I-M-E. There. Even if I really wanted to, I couldn't, unless some web designer wanted to volunteer their time to work with me on that, it's not gonna happen.
Secondly, while I would love to post my stories up on some kind of profile or website, I couldn't put up my drawings. Why can't I put up drawing, you ask? Because I don't have drawings, that's why. Why don't I have drawings you ask? Because I have trouble drawing a straight line, that's why. Well, I guess I'm being a little harsh on myself. I'm an ok drawer of some things (I'm a darn good doodler), like people and scenery, but cartoons? Forget about it.
Well, those are the reasons I probably won't put up a web site devoted to me (wow, do I sound vain or what?). But, (there's always a 'but') I may, in the distant future, try to organize another chipmunk fan site, one that I hope will be a little more popular than the other ones that have not been doing so good (besides, of course, Raven Child's 'Alvin Page' and the official website). If I do, do this, I will need a huge amount of help from anyone willing to help out, especially from anyone who knows their way around developing a web page. But I'll only attempt to do this in the distant future, so don't worry yourselves over it for now.
We made it to 100 fanfics on the Alvin and the Chipmunks page of Congrats to all the amazing authors out there who helped make this possible
Ok, before we start out, let me lay out my plan for this story, and my stories as well.
First I will finish this story (which ends in a cliffhanger, which you will hate my guts for) in another chapter or two after this. After that, I will work on my 3 cartoon stories (the titles of which are listed on my fanfic profile), then on a sequel to this story (aptly named Alvin and the Chipmunks III) which will end the cliffhanger I leave in this story. By the time I finish the 3 cartoon stories, and start the sequel, I hope it will be around two months from now. After the sequel, I will start a story called After the Movie which will show the Chipmunks as actors in their movie, and will show their adventures…well…after the movie. After that, I don't have a clear plan, but if I get any ideas, tell me. Also, in your reviews, leave an idea or two for a story that you have floating around in your head, if you want to.
Well, that's it. Hope you enjoy the 11th chapter in my now famous story snickering by readers. Hey, stop laughing! It is so famous! Don't you laugh at me! You're just jealous cause I'm known around the globe, and you're not, so stick that in your pipe and smoke it. Well, anyway, here is chapter 11 my friends and readers. Read on.
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Dave's brow furrowed as he looked at Miss Miller.
"Are you sure you want to have the boys sleep over tonight? You really don't have to, you know."
Miss Miller smiled happily at Dave, and waved her hand, as if pushing his question away. "Of course I know I don't have to David, but I want to. Once you get over their…energetic personalities, you can easily see that the six of them are just about the cutest things on this here Earth!"
The old woman glanced at Claire, who was talking on her cell phone to her mother, who found it necessary to call her daughter every twenty minutes to make sure that "everything was all right". She was convinced that Claire and Dave were bound to need help in planning the wedding, and was thrilled to help in any way possible. Claire was now trying to dissuade her mom from coming down a week early to help them pick out the perfect church.
Miss Miller looked back to Dave with a knowing smile on her face. "Besides, I think you and the to-be-Mrs. need some time alone, am I right?"
Dave blushed furiously, and suddenly felt the urge to leave Miss Miller's presence as soon as possible. He glanced over to Claire, and saw that she was done talking on the phone, and decided now was the time to stop being polite by making small talk with Miss Miller, and get out of this smelly old house.
"Y-Yeah, well, I see you got your hands full with the kids, so we'll be going now." Dave started for the door, but Miss Miller held him back.
"I think Alvin has something to tell you David," Dave looked at the old woman with a confused expression on his face. He began to turn around to look into the dining room, where his chipmunks were currently playing.
"Well," said Dave to Miss Miller, as he peered around the room not seeing his son, "What gives you that feelin-ARRRGHH!" Dave stumbled backwards as Alvin's face, magnified four times its normal size, and at Dave's height, entered his vision.
Alvin chuckled, and smiled at his now quite confused father's expression. "Wha-"said Dave scratching his head, "How'd you-?"
Alvin grinned wider. "Effort Dave, effort." The cocky chipmunk pretended to check his fingernails for dirt, and chuckled to himself as Dave looked down to see how Alvin got himself to this height.
Under Alvin's feet, was a stack of five chipmunks with varying degrees of annoyance at Alvin's plan, and stress over holding each other up, on their faces. Under this amazing tower of chipmunks, was a chair the Chipmunks and Chipettes pulled over beside Dave without him noticing.
Dave was shocked that Alvin would go through all this just to impress him, and decided to play along. "What'd you want Alvin?" said Dave crossing his arms.
Alvin's face fell with disappointment. He had expected Dave to praise him for his efforts to get his father's attention, but quickly decided to try to get a reaction out of Dave anyway. "Well, I just wanted to make sure that you were going to let us stay the night, seeing as, if you do, I'm willing to promise to not do anything bad this whole week…on purpose." Alvin gave Dave his widest smile, hoping this would be enough to sway his father.
Dave sighed at Alvin, glancing at Claire as she walked over to get a better look at the scene. Dave looked back at Alvin, and pretended to mull the Alvin's deal in his mind. "Well…" he said finally, causing all the chipmunks under the quivering Alvin to take in a sharp breath in anticipation of Dave's answer,
"Ok,"
"Yes!" exclaimed the Chipmunks and Chipettes, throwing their tiny arms in the air. Unfortunately for them, they were using their arms to hold onto this tower they were making to hold up Alvin, and this celebration caused the living tower to quickly crumble to the ground.
Claire rushed the rest of the way to the chair where the chipmunks had crashed to the ground, and kneed next to Dave, who was also checking to see if the chipmunks are all right.
"Are you alright?" said Dave and Claire.
"Yes," came six moans from within the pile of chipmunks on the chair. Dave and Claire exchanged a look of relief. That looked like a nasty spill from the two adults were, especially for 5 inch chipmunks.
Dave smiled and gently picked up Alvin from the top of the pile of groaning furballs. He sat the moaning chipmunk on the top of the table, handing him his hat, and moving out of the way for Miss Miller, who was trying to fawn over the Chipettes. Claire took care of Simon and Theodore.
Dave looked Alvin straight in the eye, as the chipmunk flattened out his sweater, and slowly stood up, flinching at the slight pain in his small legs. "Ok Alvin," said Dave, gently lifting the chipmunks chin so his violently red eyes met his father's, "If I let you and your brother stay over here for one night, do you solemnly swear to cause to mischief in my or Miss Miller's house…on purpose for a week?" Dave let his son sit back down and think about Dave's offer some more.
Alvin spent a minute mulling over what Dave said, obviously trying to find a loophole or other means of getting out of doing his side of the bargain. Apparently finding no easy way out, Alvin sighed and stuck out his paw for Dave to shake. Dave grinned and shook Alvin's paw, sealing the deal between the two.
Alvin turned to his brothers and exclaimed in his high pitched voice: "We're staying the night boys!" The energetic chipmunk smiled at his friends, and took off to join them in recovering from their tumble on the chair they had fallen on.
Theodore offered a weak smile to his red-capped brother, and returned his attention to Claire, who was listening to the smallest chipmunk tell her "Where it hurts." Simon, on the other hand, couldn't bring himself to get off the seat of the chair (he was on the bottom of the tower) and only grunted at his Alvin's announcement. He then returned his attention to lying on the comfortable cushion of the chair, waiting for Claire to finish with Theodore.
Dave smiled at the sight of his family together. He knew how lucky he was to have such a great family now, and such a bright future for all of them. He knew his sons would grow up normally now that Dave had taken them out of the spotlight for a while, and when they finally came back into the world of music, they would come back with a bang.
And then there was Claire. She was the ideal wife; charming, beautiful, smart, and great with the boys. He was sure that their life together would be a great one. And as for Miss. Miller and the Chipettes, he hadn't gotten a chance to get to know them all that well, but the girls seemed kind and as good chipmunks as the boys, and Miss Miller…well she was a very generous (if batty) old lady would seemed more than willing to help anyone.
Claire glanced up at her fiancé, who was observing herself and Miss Miller take care of the chipmunks with a blissful look on his face. Claire smiled as she woke Dave from his stupor, saying, "Dave, would you mind taking care of Simon?"
Dave started, and realized he was daydreaming while his sons needed help, and compensated for his mistake by hurrying to get the first aid kit in the other room. Claire smiled as her to-be husband ran into the other room, knowing him well enough to see he was happily thinking about his family. She then turned back to Theodore, who was complaining about a bruise that was forming on his arm.
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Dave closed the door and started walking with Claire to his car, happy to get away from Miss Miller and to have the night alone with Claire. Dave pulled his keys out of his pocket, and opened the car door for Claire. After she had got in, Dave walked around the front of the sedan to get into the driver's seat, thinking, Maybe when I finally get that check from Jet Records for the CDs I'm letting them sell of the Chipmunks, I can finally get that new sports car…Dave allowed himself to fantasize about the beautiful red car that had came up last month as he sat down in his seat, before snapping back into reality. Dave put the key into the ignition, and began to back out of the driveway. Claire stuck a piece of gum into her mouth, and turned to Dave.
"I just hope Alvin doesn't give Miss Miller a heart attack. You sure letting the boys sleep over the first night was a good idea?" She reached into her pocketbook and pulled out a book she was reading as she waited for Dave to answer. Dave got out of the driveway, and began to speed down the street toward his house, which was only fifteen minutes away.
Dave turned his attention to Claire. "No," he admitted, "But if Alvin keeps his side of the bargain it will." Claire looked up from her book and smiled reassuringly at her fiancé.
"Don't worry about it Dave, Miss Miller will call if there is any trouble. You gave her our number, right?"
Dave, who was pulling out of Miss Miller's neighborhood, lost his look of worry. He turned and gave Claire a quick smile before turning his eyes back to the road. "Yeah I did. I guess I worry too much."
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Miss Miller sighed in relief as she finally got the last of the six chipmunks, Alvin, to stop flying around her house at speeds that she didn't think possible until today. She had to reach onto the highest corner of her dresser, but Miss Miller was able to grab the chipmunk, who was dancing rapidly with one of her dolls, before he could speed away. She held Alvin in two hands, and began to walk over to the living room to put him into a shoebox where Miss Miller was keeping the five other chipmunks until they calmed down. I guess soda wasn't a good idea…thought Miss Miller to herself as she entered the hallway.
The red-capped chipmunk, whose eyes were showing he had next to no control over his actions, was squirming around in her hand at a rapid speed. His baseball cap flew off as Alvin gave an especially violent twitch, and then the chipmunk stopped moving altogether.
Miss Miller, fearing that Alvin might have injured himself, stopped, and looked into the chipmunk's eyes, only to find them closed. The old woman let out a gasp, and checked Alvin's tiny heartbeat. His heart was still pumping, which reassured the concerned Miss Miller, but she decided to check his breathing too.
Alvin was breathing at a slow but steady pace, which confused Miss Miller even more, and then she came upon a revelation. He's sleeping! She thought to herself, as she began her gait back to the living room, wondering if all of the chipmunks experienced the same sugar crash as Alvin.
Miss Miller entered the living room, and found that the five captured (and very sugar-high) chipmunks had been able to tip over the shoebox they were being held in, and push off the lid. They hadn't made it far, Miss Miller saw, as the chipmunks were all lying face down on the rug only feet around from the shoebox, snoring loudly.
Miss Miller smiled motherly, and gently gathered up the Chipmunks and Chipettes in her arms and put them on the most comfortable chair in her house, and went to grab a blanket for them.
As Miss Miller was leaving the room, she heard a tired, but cocky voice say behind her: "Time for round two Miss Miller," the old woman turned to see Alvin struggling to stay awake, but stilling smiling at her. "Oh and while you're up, could you get my hat? Thanks." Alvin rolled over and went back to sleep.
Miss Miller sighed and thought to herself, It's going to be a loooong night…
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A/N: I'm sorry that this is kinda a short chapter compared with the amount of time it took me to update, but oh well. Wish me luck for Monday! Review!
hallhomestead