Chapter 9: Adventures in Babysitting the Babysitters!
TWO YEARS LATER!
The past year they spent promoting their first album with just the two of them and the album went platinum within three months after its release. The last time any of the Chipmunks albums went platinum in a short amount of time was their first recording since Simon's kidnapping. But what made Alvin really happy was that he got to be the star along side with Brittany and *no* siblings to take up the spotlight.
It would be six months from now that Dave will take Alvin and Brittany on their first tour since they were kids. Brittany spent most of her time going through her wardrobe and planning each costume idea for each city they will be going too. She was so rapped up in the planning that when her sister called on an emergency to come baby-sit the kids for a couple of hours it simply broke her concentration. She was about to refuse, but remembered that this was her sister, and that Simon would be home in three hours, so she decided to take the time away from her important task.
A half hour later, Brittany sat on the sofa as she watched her nephews and niece playing with their toys. Normally she would not lower herself to baby-sit for anyone, but since they were her sister's kids she would, this one time.
Considering that she was in the middle of preparing her wardrobe for the up- coming tour her and Alvin were going on with Dave. This would be the first concert that only her and Alvin are in. Since everyone else is busy with school and family. For a change things are starting to finally look up for the Seville and Miller family.
It has been over an hour now and things were becoming very dull. 'This is going to be the longest three hours of my life.' She thought. Brittany had no idea what she was going to do with the kids, except just *watch* them as they play their little games. Brittany takes a deep sigh and begins to close her sleepy eyes.
A few minutes later Brittany re-opened her eyes when she heard the kids whispering amongst themselves and a sound that seemed like someone searching for something in her carry bag. "What are you kids doing?" She panicked as she quickly got herself up and snatched her bag away from them.
"We were looking for art stuff!" Tom announced.
"Yea, we saw you were painting your face earlier and thought maybe we could use some of your colors?" Vincent said.
"Could we use some of your pretty colors...please?" Mary begged.
"Ok, first of all...who said it was a good idea to paint a picture without asking first?" Brittany stated. "Second, the stuff I use to 'paint my face' is not to be used as normal 'art supplies'."
"Aaawww!" Wined all three kids.
"You are so boring, Aunt Brittany!" Vincent pouted.
"Yea, when do we get to do something fun?" Tom questioned.
"Aunt Brittany, why do you paint your face?" Mary asked with curiosity.
"Well, it helps me feel pretty!" Brittany tried to explain.
"Why?"
"Um, well, because it is fun!"
"Oh."
Brittany looked at her niece's face and noticed how cute she really was even with the big glasses on her face. "Say, how about I do a make-over for you?"
Mary grinned in anticipation as to what her Aunty suddenly brought out her make-up and hairbrush.
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TWO HOURS LATER!
"Hey, everyone...I'm ho...Aahhh!" Simon cringed when his once 'normal' daughter runs up to him with tones of make up and hair frizzed out. "Vincent! How many times do I have to tell you not to play with the chemistry set when I'm not here to supervise...look what you did to your sister!"
"I didn't do it, dad!" Vincent yells in defense.
"Daddy, Aunt Brittany made me pretty!" Mary explains.
Simon looked up just in time to see Brittany that is walking into the room to see what the commotion was. "Brittany? What did you do to my daughter's face?"
"For your information, I gave her a make-over!" Said Brittany with a huff. "Now she is even more beautiful!"
"More beaut...? Brittany, she is four years old!"
"Technically, we are three and a half, dad." Tom pointed out, while adjusting his glasses on his face. He stood watched at the entrance of the living room.
"Not now, Tom! Go play with your brother!" Simon growled as he pointed for him to go back into the living room.
Mary looked up at her dad with a worried look. "Am I in trouble?"
"No, Sweetie...your not in trouble! Go in the living room with your brothers, while I talk to your Aunt Brittany, ok?" Simon calmly explained to his daughter.
As soon as all three kids were out of earshot both Simon and Brittany glared at each other in a very sternly manner. "You were never into any sort of fashion!" Brittany growled.
"I never thought dressing up a four year old in looking like a tramp is called fashion!" Simon retorted.
Brittany paled, "Oh, is that so...I suppose you think I am a tramp?"
"Brittany, this has nothing to do with the way you dress...I just don't find it practical to dress a four...three and a half year old like that!" Simon corrected himself as he remembers his son's comment.
"My sister asked me to take time out of my busy schedule so I can come over and baby-sit *her* kids!" Brittany stood as she crossed her arms and tapped her foot onto the floor.
"That's right...She asked you to *ba-by-sit*...not to come over and start a beauty make over party! I'm surprised I didn't come home to see my boys all dressed up like that as well?"
"Well! I can see that I'm not appreciated around here!" Brittany shouted as she prepared to grab her coat. "Tell my sister I will call her later!" !" Before Brittany left she turned back to the living room and called out the kids. "Bye, I'm going now...I'll see you guys later, ok?"
"Ok, bye!" The three of them chimed at once.
"Harrumph!" Brittany huffed one last time as she snubbed her nose at Simon and walked out the door.
Simon simply shook his head and closed the door gently behind his sister-in- law. He walked into the living room to where his children sat. He smiled proudly at them till they turned from the TV program to meet his gaze.
"Are you mad at Aunt Brittany, Daddy?" Vince asked innocently.
"Not mad, son...just a little annoyed."
"Why?" Tom curiously cocked his head up to his dad.
"Well, sometimes your Aunt Brittany does thing without really thinking about it first...much like your Uncle does at times." Simon began to role his eyes at the time when he asked Alvin to watch the kids and forgot about his important job due to the fact he was more interested in his own appearance to notice that the kids at age two snuck out in the back yard and began to clime the big tree. It was fortunate that Simon came home in time to see them and caught Vincent before fell out of the tree. He growled to himself as he remembered that day.
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A YEAR AND A HALF AGO!
It was times like these when he wished Rob still were here...it has been almost a full year now since Simon reunited him with his family. If he didn't have to work and Jeanette was now taking a course at the near by community collage, he would stay home with the kids. Simon is lucky Alvin was around and not doing too much at the time to look after the kids for him.
To his surprise when he got home the children were not supervised and noticed the kitchen door to the back yard was open. Simon spotted them climbing one of the trees. This worried him tremendously. In a split second, he ran out towards his children and caught his son, Vincent as he had slipped and started falling out of the tree that he and his siblings were climbing.
Simon sighed with relief that he just happened to be around in time, before any of his children were harmed. He looked down and growled at his mischievous son. Vincent peered up at his father with a smirk of innocence.
After grabbing the rest of his children and carrying them back into the house, he then places them in the play pin and makes sure that they would not escape from it. Next he searched the rest of the house for his, ever so 'responsible', brother.
"Alvin? Hey, Alvin...where are you?" Simon called out as he walked up the stairs.
"I'm in here Simon!" Called a voice from the bathroom. As Simon walked up to the door, he saw Alvin combing his hair and trying to make it look perfect with a special moose.
"Alvin...where are my kids?" Simon asked Alvin as he crossed his arms and leaned against the bathroom doorframe. He decided to test Alvin's skills as a 'responsible' adult.
"They are downstairs...watching TV, aren't they?"
Simon almost burst out laughing at that remark. 'Could he be that irresponsible?' He thought to himself. Simon scratched the top of his head as he began to speak again. "Ah, no...they're not!"
"What do you mean? That was where they were when I left them to come up here!"
"Alvin...how *long* have you been up here?"
"Not long, 10 to 15 minutes!"
"History lesson, Alvin...how long did it ever take the three of us, as kids, to get into trouble?" Simon pointed out while raising an eyebrow.
It didn't take long before Alvin caught Simon's meaning behind that remark. He immediately ran downstairs to check the living room and was relieved to see the three little ones in the play pin. Alvin turned to see a very serious look on Simon's face; he knew that he was going to receive one of his brother's famous lectures.
"When are you ever going to learn to be responsible? Do you have any idea where I found them when I got home?"
Alvin was almost afraid to ask. "Where?"
"I found them, in the back yard, climbing a tree! Lucky I came home and spotted them when I did or Vincent might have really hurt himself. He was starting to fall and I ran up in time to catch him."
"Hehe, good reflexes!" Alvin said trying to lighten the mood a bit.
"Reflexes has nothing to do with it...Alvin when are you going to start growing up. What would have happened if I didn't come home when I did, and that Vincent, or any of the other children fell out of that tree? Do you have any idea of the consequences of your irrational behavior could have cost? Babies are not people you can throw in front of the TV and hope they will stay there for 10 to 15 minutes while you go comb out your hair!"
"Hey, this hair takes time to perfect!"
Simon stood with his jaw wide open for a moment, he just couldn't believe in all these years his brother hadn't bother changing when it came to responsibilities. "Alvin, I asked you for a favor...and this is how you respect that favor?"
Alvin did not answer, he couldn't help to admit how right his brother was...that he was always right! After taking a deep breath, Alvin finally spoke. "I'm sorry!"
"Sorry is not going to cut it, Alvin! I thought I could trust you, but I guess I was wrong! Why don't you go finish doing your hair up...I'll take care of the kids from now on!" Simon said no more to his brother after that, he went up to the play pin and leaned over the railing and watched his three beloved children play innocently with the toys he left in there for them.
Knowing that there would be no point in talking to Simon now, Alvin retreated back upstairs to his room and stayed there till Dave came home and after when things calmed down between him and Simon.
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Simon's attention went back to his beloved children and again smiles adoringly at them. He just would feel lost if anything were to happen to them...each of them held so much live in their eyes. Simon then stopped and looked at his daughter and raised an eyebrow. "Lets get you upstairs and cleaned up for dinner alright?"
"Alright, Daddy!" She sighs as she gets up and starts heading for the stairs.
"You boys stay down here...AND don't get into mischief!" Simon warns to his sons.
"Who, us?" Vincent points a finger to his chest and blinks big saucer shape eyes at him.
"I mean it!" Simon bellows in a very stern tone as he shakes a finger at them.
"Yes, sir!" Both Vince and Tom say as their dad climbed up the stairs with their sister in his arms.
TWO YEARS LATER!
The past year they spent promoting their first album with just the two of them and the album went platinum within three months after its release. The last time any of the Chipmunks albums went platinum in a short amount of time was their first recording since Simon's kidnapping. But what made Alvin really happy was that he got to be the star along side with Brittany and *no* siblings to take up the spotlight.
It would be six months from now that Dave will take Alvin and Brittany on their first tour since they were kids. Brittany spent most of her time going through her wardrobe and planning each costume idea for each city they will be going too. She was so rapped up in the planning that when her sister called on an emergency to come baby-sit the kids for a couple of hours it simply broke her concentration. She was about to refuse, but remembered that this was her sister, and that Simon would be home in three hours, so she decided to take the time away from her important task.
A half hour later, Brittany sat on the sofa as she watched her nephews and niece playing with their toys. Normally she would not lower herself to baby-sit for anyone, but since they were her sister's kids she would, this one time.
Considering that she was in the middle of preparing her wardrobe for the up- coming tour her and Alvin were going on with Dave. This would be the first concert that only her and Alvin are in. Since everyone else is busy with school and family. For a change things are starting to finally look up for the Seville and Miller family.
It has been over an hour now and things were becoming very dull. 'This is going to be the longest three hours of my life.' She thought. Brittany had no idea what she was going to do with the kids, except just *watch* them as they play their little games. Brittany takes a deep sigh and begins to close her sleepy eyes.
A few minutes later Brittany re-opened her eyes when she heard the kids whispering amongst themselves and a sound that seemed like someone searching for something in her carry bag. "What are you kids doing?" She panicked as she quickly got herself up and snatched her bag away from them.
"We were looking for art stuff!" Tom announced.
"Yea, we saw you were painting your face earlier and thought maybe we could use some of your colors?" Vincent said.
"Could we use some of your pretty colors...please?" Mary begged.
"Ok, first of all...who said it was a good idea to paint a picture without asking first?" Brittany stated. "Second, the stuff I use to 'paint my face' is not to be used as normal 'art supplies'."
"Aaawww!" Wined all three kids.
"You are so boring, Aunt Brittany!" Vincent pouted.
"Yea, when do we get to do something fun?" Tom questioned.
"Aunt Brittany, why do you paint your face?" Mary asked with curiosity.
"Well, it helps me feel pretty!" Brittany tried to explain.
"Why?"
"Um, well, because it is fun!"
"Oh."
Brittany looked at her niece's face and noticed how cute she really was even with the big glasses on her face. "Say, how about I do a make-over for you?"
Mary grinned in anticipation as to what her Aunty suddenly brought out her make-up and hairbrush.
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TWO HOURS LATER!
"Hey, everyone...I'm ho...Aahhh!" Simon cringed when his once 'normal' daughter runs up to him with tones of make up and hair frizzed out. "Vincent! How many times do I have to tell you not to play with the chemistry set when I'm not here to supervise...look what you did to your sister!"
"I didn't do it, dad!" Vincent yells in defense.
"Daddy, Aunt Brittany made me pretty!" Mary explains.
Simon looked up just in time to see Brittany that is walking into the room to see what the commotion was. "Brittany? What did you do to my daughter's face?"
"For your information, I gave her a make-over!" Said Brittany with a huff. "Now she is even more beautiful!"
"More beaut...? Brittany, she is four years old!"
"Technically, we are three and a half, dad." Tom pointed out, while adjusting his glasses on his face. He stood watched at the entrance of the living room.
"Not now, Tom! Go play with your brother!" Simon growled as he pointed for him to go back into the living room.
Mary looked up at her dad with a worried look. "Am I in trouble?"
"No, Sweetie...your not in trouble! Go in the living room with your brothers, while I talk to your Aunt Brittany, ok?" Simon calmly explained to his daughter.
As soon as all three kids were out of earshot both Simon and Brittany glared at each other in a very sternly manner. "You were never into any sort of fashion!" Brittany growled.
"I never thought dressing up a four year old in looking like a tramp is called fashion!" Simon retorted.
Brittany paled, "Oh, is that so...I suppose you think I am a tramp?"
"Brittany, this has nothing to do with the way you dress...I just don't find it practical to dress a four...three and a half year old like that!" Simon corrected himself as he remembers his son's comment.
"My sister asked me to take time out of my busy schedule so I can come over and baby-sit *her* kids!" Brittany stood as she crossed her arms and tapped her foot onto the floor.
"That's right...She asked you to *ba-by-sit*...not to come over and start a beauty make over party! I'm surprised I didn't come home to see my boys all dressed up like that as well?"
"Well! I can see that I'm not appreciated around here!" Brittany shouted as she prepared to grab her coat. "Tell my sister I will call her later!" !" Before Brittany left she turned back to the living room and called out the kids. "Bye, I'm going now...I'll see you guys later, ok?"
"Ok, bye!" The three of them chimed at once.
"Harrumph!" Brittany huffed one last time as she snubbed her nose at Simon and walked out the door.
Simon simply shook his head and closed the door gently behind his sister-in- law. He walked into the living room to where his children sat. He smiled proudly at them till they turned from the TV program to meet his gaze.
"Are you mad at Aunt Brittany, Daddy?" Vince asked innocently.
"Not mad, son...just a little annoyed."
"Why?" Tom curiously cocked his head up to his dad.
"Well, sometimes your Aunt Brittany does thing without really thinking about it first...much like your Uncle does at times." Simon began to role his eyes at the time when he asked Alvin to watch the kids and forgot about his important job due to the fact he was more interested in his own appearance to notice that the kids at age two snuck out in the back yard and began to clime the big tree. It was fortunate that Simon came home in time to see them and caught Vincent before fell out of the tree. He growled to himself as he remembered that day.
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A YEAR AND A HALF AGO!
It was times like these when he wished Rob still were here...it has been almost a full year now since Simon reunited him with his family. If he didn't have to work and Jeanette was now taking a course at the near by community collage, he would stay home with the kids. Simon is lucky Alvin was around and not doing too much at the time to look after the kids for him.
To his surprise when he got home the children were not supervised and noticed the kitchen door to the back yard was open. Simon spotted them climbing one of the trees. This worried him tremendously. In a split second, he ran out towards his children and caught his son, Vincent as he had slipped and started falling out of the tree that he and his siblings were climbing.
Simon sighed with relief that he just happened to be around in time, before any of his children were harmed. He looked down and growled at his mischievous son. Vincent peered up at his father with a smirk of innocence.
After grabbing the rest of his children and carrying them back into the house, he then places them in the play pin and makes sure that they would not escape from it. Next he searched the rest of the house for his, ever so 'responsible', brother.
"Alvin? Hey, Alvin...where are you?" Simon called out as he walked up the stairs.
"I'm in here Simon!" Called a voice from the bathroom. As Simon walked up to the door, he saw Alvin combing his hair and trying to make it look perfect with a special moose.
"Alvin...where are my kids?" Simon asked Alvin as he crossed his arms and leaned against the bathroom doorframe. He decided to test Alvin's skills as a 'responsible' adult.
"They are downstairs...watching TV, aren't they?"
Simon almost burst out laughing at that remark. 'Could he be that irresponsible?' He thought to himself. Simon scratched the top of his head as he began to speak again. "Ah, no...they're not!"
"What do you mean? That was where they were when I left them to come up here!"
"Alvin...how *long* have you been up here?"
"Not long, 10 to 15 minutes!"
"History lesson, Alvin...how long did it ever take the three of us, as kids, to get into trouble?" Simon pointed out while raising an eyebrow.
It didn't take long before Alvin caught Simon's meaning behind that remark. He immediately ran downstairs to check the living room and was relieved to see the three little ones in the play pin. Alvin turned to see a very serious look on Simon's face; he knew that he was going to receive one of his brother's famous lectures.
"When are you ever going to learn to be responsible? Do you have any idea where I found them when I got home?"
Alvin was almost afraid to ask. "Where?"
"I found them, in the back yard, climbing a tree! Lucky I came home and spotted them when I did or Vincent might have really hurt himself. He was starting to fall and I ran up in time to catch him."
"Hehe, good reflexes!" Alvin said trying to lighten the mood a bit.
"Reflexes has nothing to do with it...Alvin when are you going to start growing up. What would have happened if I didn't come home when I did, and that Vincent, or any of the other children fell out of that tree? Do you have any idea of the consequences of your irrational behavior could have cost? Babies are not people you can throw in front of the TV and hope they will stay there for 10 to 15 minutes while you go comb out your hair!"
"Hey, this hair takes time to perfect!"
Simon stood with his jaw wide open for a moment, he just couldn't believe in all these years his brother hadn't bother changing when it came to responsibilities. "Alvin, I asked you for a favor...and this is how you respect that favor?"
Alvin did not answer, he couldn't help to admit how right his brother was...that he was always right! After taking a deep breath, Alvin finally spoke. "I'm sorry!"
"Sorry is not going to cut it, Alvin! I thought I could trust you, but I guess I was wrong! Why don't you go finish doing your hair up...I'll take care of the kids from now on!" Simon said no more to his brother after that, he went up to the play pin and leaned over the railing and watched his three beloved children play innocently with the toys he left in there for them.
Knowing that there would be no point in talking to Simon now, Alvin retreated back upstairs to his room and stayed there till Dave came home and after when things calmed down between him and Simon.
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Simon's attention went back to his beloved children and again smiles adoringly at them. He just would feel lost if anything were to happen to them...each of them held so much live in their eyes. Simon then stopped and looked at his daughter and raised an eyebrow. "Lets get you upstairs and cleaned up for dinner alright?"
"Alright, Daddy!" She sighs as she gets up and starts heading for the stairs.
"You boys stay down here...AND don't get into mischief!" Simon warns to his sons.
"Who, us?" Vincent points a finger to his chest and blinks big saucer shape eyes at him.
"I mean it!" Simon bellows in a very stern tone as he shakes a finger at them.
"Yes, sir!" Both Vince and Tom say as their dad climbed up the stairs with their sister in his arms.