Munks Meet More Mutants

About This Story: While the Chipmunks are taking a spring break concert tour, they spend a few days in New York City, where they meet a group of their unlikely fans - the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Age-wise they are 11. I don't own any part of the Chipmunk franchise, just borrowing them from Nickelodeon, Janice Karman, & Ross Bagdasarian, their family, & their company. I also don't own any part of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles franchise, just borrowing them also from Nickelodeon, as well as Mirage Studios (Kevin Eastman & Peter Laird & their entourage) who founded them.

About This Chapter: Rated PG, for mentioning baby bathtub nudity, population explosion (hints at mating and reproduction), and hints at abuse.

Pairings: Alvin/Brittany, Raph/Brittany, Raph/Alvin (Bromance)

13. Finding Family

"Chipmunk Boys, get down from that tree. It is time for the Utrom to return to our headquarters." Bishop called up to the branches of a Douglas fir in another video clip.

"Aww, man!" Some disappointed young chipmunks interrupted their happy tune to whine.

Present day Alvin blinked. "Huh, maybe that's the tree I remember..." He shrugged as he kept watching the video clip.

In it, Irma stood next to Bishop. "We get food back at home."

A sandy-blonde fur-ball in a long green shirt scurried down the tree. "Yippee! I hungwy!" He ran into Irma's awaiting arms.

Alvin and Simon were not far behind him, and they were wearing a long red shirt and a long blue shirt, respectively. In this video clip, they were about two months old. They scurried to Bishop as he welcomingly scooped them up to carry them.

Alvin climbed onto his shoulders and playfully hugged Bishop from the back of his neck. "Yay, Biz-Up! I get to wide on your show-ders!"

"Sure, why not?" Bishop laughingly rolled his eyes, but used his right hand to reach behind his neck to pat Alvin's back. With his left hand, he carried Simon.

Simon wiggled from where he was nestled in Bishop's arm to peer at his watch. "Hmm, by my calculations, we were thirty-seven feet up that tree, and we came down in..." He seemed to do some calculations in his head, while adjusting his black-framed glasses.

Bishop smiled down at him. "It took you guys one minute and eighteen seconds to climb up there, since you took so many stops, but it only took you eleven seconds to climb down. Well, you and Alvin took that long. Theodore was down in eight seconds."

"In conclusion, his timing at climbing down trees is improved when motivated by food." Simon stated as Bishop laughed and nodded.

The chipmunks and their Utrom guardians soon climbed into a van to go to their headquarters. Bishop drove while Irma stayed in the back with the chipmunks, strapping them into some infant car seats that had been resized for them.

"Why we hafta weave park, Ma?" Alvin asked her.

Irma sighed. "Some humans were coming to the park. Plenty of humans I've met are nice, but some...don't understand our Utrom ways. And they might not be nice if they met talking chipmunks, either."

"Even tip-munks who can sing pwetty like me and my brudders?" Alvin asked.

Irma raised an eyebrow. "Hmm... Maybe people would be more likely to accept you guys if they heard you sing."

During another video log entry, Irma was with the Los Angeles Utrom associates Ken and Mark. The three of them knelt around the edge of a black vinyl beanbag, surrounding the three chipmunk boys nestled together and tucked under the green plaid blanket that Theodore still had eleven years later.

Irma asked them as she tucked them in, "So, you guys learned some new songs today? Can you sing any for us?"

Simon started humming some classical tune. To his left, Theodore was playing with his toes while humming a counter-melody to it. He also made a few lip-smacking sounds that sounded like an early attempt at beatboxing. At his left, Alvin at first had his eyes closed and looked like he was trying to sleep, with his face scrunched into an annoyed expression, but he was actually waiting for the opportune time to enter the song. Once he finally made his entrance into the song, in his diva fashion, he sang out, "Ohhh... Oooooh... Yeeeaaaahhh..."

Ken, Mark, and Irma clapped and smiled when the song was over. Ken noted as he stood up to leave the room, "We can let them work on harmony more tomorrow. But that was a nice treat for bedtime."

Irma stood up, "Goodnight, boys. Sleep well."

"I don't wanna 'sheep'! I wanna sing!" Alvin protested.

Mark took some kind of key fob out of his pocket and gently touched it to Little Alvin's forehead. It made a light buzzing sound as it flashed two pulses of a tiny bluish light. Instantly Alvin yawned and his eyes drooped. "Get some sleep." He whispered. "We can sing more tomorrow." He turned to Simon and Theodore. "Do you guys need a tap of the sleep wand, too?"

Simon shrugged, "I guess so. But we only require half of Alvin's dose."

"Sure." Mark whispered as he tapped their foreheads in the same manner. The buzzing sound was lighter, and there was only one pulse of the same tiny bluish light. But the result was the same—the little chipmunks both yawned as their eyes closed.

As the group in the present day watched this video clip from the large sectional couch, Dave raised his hand. "Excuse me, Ms Campbell, do you have any extras of those things that I could take home?" He made a sideways glance at Alvin and Raph. "I could've really used one when the kids were younger, but I'm sure I could still use one now."

Ms Campbell chuckled as she paused the video, "I would need to see if Mark still has that one. It may have been a prototype hypnotic wand for some experiment that was put on hold for a more immediate need. That's the only reason I can think of that would explain why we didn't make more."

When the video resumed, it showed a montage of various scenes over the course of two more years. The montage included both the Chipmunks and the Chipettes, and would often feature various people feeding them with bottles. Irma, Ms Campbell, Ken, Mark, and even Bishop would hold them, feed them, and rock them. They even showed them as they transitioned to jars of baby food, and then to more solid food. Naturally, Simon and Jeanette had the best table manners out of their siblings, while Theodore and Eleanor gobbled up anything put in front of them. Brittany liked smearing food on her face, pretending it was edible makeup. And Alvin laughed as he threw food at various targets—both living and non-living alike.

There were various bedtime scenes, where they would sing and vocalize in lieu of bedtime stories. They also sang and even harmonized while they played, both in their playpens and in outdoor yard spaces that usually contained at least one tree they would climb. Even as Irma gave them an occasional warm bath in a shallow, soapy tub. They would play and splash around in the bubbles and sing.

Present day Brittany whispered over to Alvin, "Aaaand the nudity is back. But at least this time the bubbles censor everything in a tasteful way."

Alvin chuckled, "Like we had anything to hide back then!" He whispered as he playfully tapped her shoulder, "And, like you have anything to hide now!" She rolled her eyes and slapped his three-fingered green hand. "Oww!" Alvin noted how her slap was surprisingly more painful than he expected, now that he was in a larger body covered with thicker, more reptilian skin.

But he and Brittany continued watching the video clips of how they first started singing with their siblings as babies. Sometimes their singing was just vocalizing and harmonizing, but other times they could sing in distinguishable words and sentences, especially as they grew. The songs also became more recognizable tunes, and the lyrics evolved more clearly.

Eventually there was a scene where Bishop met with Ms Campbell, Irma, Ken, Mark, and a few other unfamiliar Utrom associates around a long table in a conference room. Bishop stood to address them. "My fellow Utroms and Utrom guardians, our Los Angeles headquarters building is in imminent danger of discovery of our enemies—the Kraang. We have a few weeks to vacate our building in Los Angeles, dispersing our specialized equipment among our locations in Seattle, Asheville, Anchorage, Sydney, Montreal, and New York. This way the Kraang cannot pinpoint the signal."

Ms Campbell spoke up after sharing a quick glance with Ken and Mark. "But, Sir, what is to become of the chipmunks? We were about to conduct an experiment to introduce recordings of their singing to Jett Records."

Bishop sighed. "Those little guys are growing on me. Yet, as long as they are with us, they endanger the Utrom community of discovery by humans and by the Kraang. They themselves are in danger of the Kraang—if the Kraang finds us, the Kraang will find them. I cannot bear to think what the Kraang would do to them if they were captured."

Ken asked, "What if we moved them to Asheville, and kept the chipmunk children together?"

Bishop shook his head. "If we keep too many mutant creatures in one location, it increases the chances of the Kraang finding us all. And even though the chipmunk mutants are infants now, it's only a matter of time—just how much time depends of course on whether they age more like chipmunks or more like humans—if three male chipmunk mutants and three female chipmunk mutants are kept together—we could soon be dealing with a population explosion of mutant chipmunks."

The present-day population of six chipmunk children all exchanged awkward glances and laughed to ease their discomfort. The Turtles and their human friends laughed empathically as Ms Campbell paused the video feed.

Raph, in Alvin's form, did a bit of an impression of Joey Tribbiani from "Friends" as he pretended to wink over at Brittany. "Hey, Brittany. How you doin'?"

Alvin playfully nudged him to be quiet. "Hey! We're only eleven. No 'population explosion' is happening anytime soon—especially not between my body and...hers."

Raph chuckled as he patted Brittany on the shoulder. "Just giving you guys a hard time. Hey, I've never met any female mutant turtles. Even if I did meet any now, I'm only sixteen, and not looking to have a 'population explosion' of mutant turtles anytime soon."

Donnie overheard them and added, "But hey, you chipmunks don't know how lucky you are that the thought of even someday having a natural family is a possibility for you. I mean, if my brothers and I want kids someday, we'll most likely have to adopt—but it's not like we don't have experience being part of a 'mixed-race' family with members of different species, anyway." He shared a chuckle as he nodded over to Splinter.

Once Ms Campbell resumed the video feed, Irma suggested to Bishop, "Sir, what about a human caretaker for the chipmunks? One that knows nothing of our Utrom ways would not reveal anything to the Kraang. We know of a guardian who has been following a struggling songwriter who frequents Jett Records. We could transfer the chipmunks—or at least the boys for now—to his care. At least temporarily, as part of an experiment."

Bishop blinked. "Please tell us more about this potential caretaker for the chipmunks, Irma."

Irma continued, "After researching him further, we've learned that he is thirty-eight years old, which is mature enough by human standards to care for young. He has a means of supporting a family, even though he would so far be the sole provider and caretaker for said family. He has not been permanently pair-bonded with a mate—or he is single, as is known in his culture, although there is a potential mate on the horizon named Claire Wilson. Even if she does not stay in the picture, this human adult male has passed his Utrom investigation—or 'home study', as the human adoption agencies call it—with flying colors. This potential caretaker's name is David Ross Seville."

All eyes in the present-day looked over at Dave.

Alvin blinked as he whispered to his father, "Huh... I don't think you ever told us you were thirty-eight when we met. That would mean that by now you are..."

Simon interrupted them, "And now we know which one of us never pays attention, or counts how many candles we put on the cake for Dave's birthday. FYI, Alvin—that means that by now, Dave is forty-seven."

Alvin blinked again. "Man, that's old! It's also a long time to stay single—especially a handsome stud like you! And your middle name is 'Ross'?...! Who knew?"

Simon rolled his eyes. "All of us chipmunks except for you, Alvin. He only reminded us several times a year for the past nine years." The other chipmunks nodded in agreement with him.

They resumed watching the video. The scene changed to a late summer and early autumn evening. Irma, Mark, and Ken were situating the boys in a cardboard box outside of some flats in a suburban apartment complex. She adjusted some baby bonnets on them, as well as some military-grade ID tags on each boy with their first names, birthdate, and birth order. Simon seemed fascinated by how shiny his ID tag was, Theodore kept putting it in his mouth, and Alvin wanted to take his off to play with it. Irma gave the three of them one final goodbye hug, as she handed Simon a piece of paper and told him to give that to the man who would care for them. She knocked on the door of one of the apartment flats, and as she ran away to hide in the bushes with Mark and Ken, she whispered to the boys, "Keep singing!"

From the bushes where the three Utrom associates hid thirty feet away, Ken sighed, "It is starting to precipitate—or rain, as the humans call it. Should we abort this mission and try again on another day?"

"Let's give it a few minutes, Ken." Irma was hopeful. "I'm ninety-eight percent certain that David Seville is here." She turned to Mark, "And, Mark, you are sure that the hypnotic wand can wipe their memories of the Utrom without erasing any of their intelligence or abilities on how to sing? Correct?"

Mark nodded. "With ninety-nine-point-five percent certainty."

The three of them went silent for a few moments as the door to the apartment flat was opened. The man who answered the door was wearing a light blue paisley button-up shirt, jeans, and brown leather sandals. His hair was longer and thicker than it was in the present day, and he even had a short beard—as if he hadn't shaved his five o'clock shadow in a month. His choice of clothing and hairstyle nine years earlier elicited a few giggles from the present-day crowd. He looked around the porch of the apartment flat, calling, "Hello?" Hearing no reply, he glanced down to the doormat and saw the box of humanoid chipmunk babies. "Oh my!" He gasped in alarm as he closed the door.

Irma sighed and whispered to her associates, "I guess we were wrong about him. We'll probably have to try again some other time, or try other people." She started to get up to retrieve the box of chipmunks.

"Wait..." Ken urged her to stay with them, as the three of them noticed Simon reach out of the box to knock at the door again. The chipmunks all started vocalizing in harmony, and Theodore was even beat-boxing.

The apartment door opened again, and Dave stepped outside and blinked as he intently listened to them in wonder. "What's this?" He muttered.

To his question, the three chipmunks answered him in unison, "Hi! We're the Chipmunks! Can we sing for you?"

This time Dave screamed as he retreated behind his shut apartment door.

Mark readied his hypnotic wand. "I suppose I'll have to wipe his memory of this, and we will take the chipmunks another time."

Before he could move, the chipmunks started singing and harmonizing with actual words. For a third time, Dave opened the door. He trembled and blinked to get over the shock as he knelt down to study the box. "You things just won't leave, will you?" He was even starting to smile and even chuckle at the three chipmunk babies. By the end of the song, he was laughing and clapping.

Simon held out the piece of paper that Irma gave him. Dave read it aloud, "Dear Mister Seville, Please look after and care for these chipmunk boys as if they were your own children. Their names are Simon, Alvin, and Theodore. They can also sing, and would love to be your protégés as a new musical act. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts! Sincerely, Your Guardians." He was still blinking in shock at his new "mission".

A peal of thunder clapped, and it started raining harder. Dave looked around and shrugged, "OK, I guess I should take you guys inside so we can get to know each other better."

The Utrom associates heard the chipmunks all cheer, "Yay!" Dave chuckled as he picked up the box to take it inside his apartment.

There was another brief photo montage as Irma, Ken, and Mark took turns following Dave and the chipmunks to ensure they were OK over the next several weeks. The new family of four visited Jett Records for recordings and various publicity appearances. It skipped the part when the boys moved into Ian Hawke's mansion and endured the months of abuse, but it showed when they released two hit songs: "Christmas Don't Be Late", and "Witch Doctor". And they were used to performing in various local concerts. The Utrom guardians didn't feel the need to check up on them as much, when they knew the boys were back with Dave, who they now publicly acknowledged as their dad.

In another clip, it showed Irma at the Asheville facility telling Ken, Mark, and Ms Campbell, "Play this! Our boys are famous!" She displayed a CD for them.

At first, the three-year-old Chipettes were playing in their playpen, not paying attention to the Utroms around them. But as they heard the Chipmunks' music playing overhead, they all looked around curiously. They stood by the edge of the playpen, looking for the source of the music. Their tails all wagged excitedly as they stood still to listen to the song. As soon as one song ended, they started jumping around like little groupies at a concert, begging, "Play it again, Ma!"

"Who is that, Ma?" Little Jeanette asked.

Baby Brittany gasped, "It's not us. So there are other talking and singing chipmunks out there?"

Eleanor giggled, "Where are they? I wanna meet them so we can play with them!"

Following this was a montage of the Chipettes between ages three and four years of age. After they turned four, there was talk among the Utroms of closing down the Asheville facility and moving the equipment among Utrom facilities in a Louisiana and a Florida swampland, as well as to New York, Atlanta, and Montreal.

Since the girl chipmunks had seemed eager to meet the boy chipmunks in Los Angeles, Irma took them on a cross-country road trip to Jett Records, where she could see if there was a recording opportunity for them. They could have simply used the Utrom portal room for transportation, but she wanted the girls to experience seeing the country. She met a red paisley kimono-clad Ian Hawke outside of the Jett Records building, as she carried the girls in a cardboard box. They had a brief reunion, since he remembered her face when she was touring the building a few years ago, and she remembered him from those years as well. She obviously knew nothing of the months Ian had overworked and abused the Chipmunks, otherwise she would not have left her girls with the likes of him. And if she knew that he was wearing his bathrobe because he was otherwise homeless and living out of the Jett Records basement, she also would've kept looking for a more suitable place for her girls to live.

After catching up, Ian motioned to the box and asked what was in it. Irma pulled back the lid and said, "Sir, I'd like to introduce you to 'The Chipettes'! Girls, say hi to Mister Ian Hawke."

In unison, the three girls called out, "Hi, Mister Ian Hawke!"

Once Ian got over his initial shock of finding more talking and singing chipmunks, he soon took the four of them up to the roof, where the Chipettes performed a song for him. Before Irma left, she asked Ian to take good care of her girls, as well as give them some recording opportunities and concert gigs. He actually promised he would, and was ecstatic about having three singing girl chipmunks.

It wasn't long before he was back in touch with his personal assistant, Giorgio Parnetti again, and booking a world tour that included Southeast Asia, Australia, and New Zealand. Irma and the other Utroms would check up on them periodically throughout the first few weeks, but when things seemed to be going well, they stopped their spying and moved to New York City. Apparently they missed out on when Ian and Giorgio started abusing them.

A/N: They were singing in a tree at the beginning of the live-action movie in 2007. Sometimes I sure wish I had one of those hypnotic wands! "How you doin'?" Is Joey's famous catch-phrase from the TV show "Friends". Claire Wilson is from the 2007 live-action movie. Just guessing on Dave's age. His middle name is also named for Ross Bagdasarian. The way the Chipmunks met Dave was partly inspired by the 2007 live-action movie (singing on the doorstep as it started to rain), and a little by the Nickelodeon cartoon episode "Who's Your Daddy", where Simon says that they "showed up on his doorstep and wouldn't leave until he took us in." The Chipettes met Ian Hawke in his bathrobe in "The Squeak-quel". That's also where Eleanor wanted to hang out with the Chipmunks (rather than "destroy" them").