Chapter 11: Pre-school Days!
20 YEARS AGO! Early Morning!
Three little chipmunks nestled soundly in each of their rightful beds. The calm scene was suddenly disturbed of a sound of a clock alarm. A little groan is heard from each bed.
A tiny hand reached over and turns the alarm off. The young chipmunk in blue body pajamas sat up and reached for his glasses. After placing them on his face, he looks over to his brothers, whom were both trying to hide from the morning.
"Come on, guys, get up! This is our first day of pre-school." Simon cheers as he hopes out of bed.
"Only you would be excited for school." Yawned the little chipmunk with the bright red cap.
"Come on, Alvin, aren't you the slightest bit eager to learn something?" Simon pondered.
Again, with a yawn, Alvin answers, "No, not really."
With a growl of frustration, Simon turns away and heads to his bed where he had set the clothes he will where from the previous night.
"What time is it?" Asked Theodore while he stretched the sleepiness out from his chubby little body.
"It's about 6:30am." Simon replies as he successfully pulls his blue turtleneck sweater over his head.
"WHAT?" Both Alvin and Theodore screeched at once.
"That's it, you're nuts." Alvin comments. He then throws the covers back over his head.
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LATER THAT MORNING...
An old car pulls up to a small school and the young man whom is the driver turns to the back seat.
"Ready?" He asks the little Chipmunks.
"Yes, Dave!" The boys cried out in unison. Both Alvin and Theodore had rather a gloomy tone to their cry, however, Simon sounded more excited.
"Alright, lets go meet the teacher then." Their dad cheered.
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INSIDE THE CLASSROOM...
"Hi, you must be Mr. Seville..." A young woman chimed as she walked up to Dave and the Chipmunks.
"Why, yes I am..." Dave replied with an almost surprised expression.
"And these must be your adorable chipmunks." She grinned as she leaned forward in order to get a clear view of them.
"That's right...These are my boys, Alvin, Simon, and Theodore."
"How cute. I'm sure they will be just fine here."
"Thanks, uh, Miss....?" Dave began to say before he realized that he didn't remember her name.
"Oh, sorry. My name is Miss. Hanes." The young, pre-school teacher exclaimed.
"Ok, thanks Miss. Hanes..." Dave then turns, and addresses the young chipmunks.
"Now you boys be good on your first day of pre-school, and don't get into any trouble...this means you, Alvin."
"Me?" Alvin asks with big innocent eyes. "Why does he always look at me when he says that?" He adds looking at his taller brother.
"Oh, let me see... Maybe it's because you have a knack in getting us into trouble?" Simon replies sarcastically.
"You know, I sometimes wonder whose brother are you." Alvin stated before walking up to give Dave a goodbye hug.
"I sometimes wonder the same thing..." Simon ponders himself.
"Alright, have fun boys. I'll be back this afternoon to pick you up, ok?" Dave says as he's giving all three of them a hug at the same time.
"Ok, Dave!" The chipmunks chimed at once.
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ONE HOUR LATER...
"I'm bored." Wined Alvin.
"What's the matter Alvin, I thought you liked playing with play dough?" Simon smirked.
"That's just it...That's all the teacher has us doing ever since we got here." Exclaimed Alvin.
"What's the matter with playing play dough? I like playing with play dough." Theodore chimed as he addressed his well-displayed buffet of all kinds of food made out of play dough.
Both Alvin and Simon watched their young, simple brother for a moment. Afterwards they just shook their heads as they realized that Theodore doesn't quite realize what really is going on.
"Hmm, I have to admit, there is a lack of mental in stimulation." Simon enquired.
"Huh?" Alvin raised his eyebrow in confusion with his brother's remark.
Simon rolled his eyes skyward, and sighed. "Reading time, Alvin. I meant that there is a lack of books to read."
"Oh. Well, who cares about that! I'm talking about when we get to have some real fun!"
Alvin looked over and spotted a TV from behind an open door in a storage room at the other end of the classroom. He then had an idea. An evil grin crossed his face.
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"Uh, Alvin, I really don't know about this..." Simon cautioned.
"Trust me, Simon. This will be great." Alvin said with excitement.
"I don't think I like this plan too much, Alvin. I want to keep playing with play dough...I hear snack time is coming soon." Theodore said as started smacking his lips together in anticipation for snack time.
"Arg! You two are such a pare of whiners." Alvin stated.
Alvin lifted up two cords, and then plugged them together. "There, done." He announced proudly.
Both Simon and Theodore grew a worried look on their little faces. They looked up at the jumbled mess of wires and cords connected from the TV to the wall socket. Instinct was telling Simon that this would not be good.
"Ah, Alvin...perhaps we should get one of the adult to come and help...?" Simon asked.
"Simon, Simon, Simon..." Alvin laughed. "If we go to the grown ups anytime we want to do something, like watch a few programs on TV, then we will forever be under their control."
"But, Alvin..." Simon tried reasoning with his brother again.
"Come on fella's, isn't Mr. Dressup on now?"
Simon and Theodore both looked at each other in defeat. They realize that Alvin would not listen to their warning. With a deep sigh they turned to watch Alvin flip the TV switch on.
At first nothing happened, but Alvin wasn't in the mood to give up. He started flipping the on and off switch a couple more times. Discouraged, Alvin checked the wires again. That's when he realized that one of the wires hadn't been hooked up. He quickly connected them to the rest of the empty slots. Again, he went to the front of the television set and flipped the on switch.
This time something did happen, only instead of a TV program coming on there were sparks coming from the back of the TV.
Miss. Hanes came running in when she heard the chipmunks screaming.
"What's going on in here...? Oh dear God!" She screeched when she saw the flames rising from behind the TV.
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HALF HOUR LATER...
Dave parks his car outside of the pre-school. He quickly got out of his vehicle and ran towards the doors to the building. The first thing he noticed were fire trucks still parked outside the school.
"What did Alvin do this time?" He grumbled to himself as ran down the hallway and nearly passed the door of the pre-school class. Smoke is still lingered lightly through out the entire room. Dave ran into one of the firefighters as he walked into the room.
"Where is everyone?" He asked him.
"They are out in the play ground...Use the back door there." The firefighter said as he pointed the way to Dave.
As he found his way to the back door and outside, he is now greeted by Miss Hanes. Needless to say she had a very disproving look on her face about all of this. Miss. Hanes walked up to Dave and pushed the chipmunks up towards their Dad.
"Here, take them!" She spat. "Take your chipmunks, and leave this pre- school."
"I-I-I'm sure this is all a big misunderstanding?" Dave stuttered.
"No, Mr. Seville." She argued. "This is a catastrophe. My pre-school is ruined and your chipmunks are to blame for that."
"Now, see here!" Dave said aggressively. "How can you be so sure of that?"
"Trust me, Mr. Seville, I caught them as they had set our television on fire." Miss. Hanes growled.
"Oh, gees, I'm so sorry." Dave apologized.
"Mr. Seville...Thanks to your sons, I now have to start all over." Miss. Hanes whined with a guilty tone.
"Well, I don't know what to say...?" Dave stammered.
"Don't say anything, just go." Miss. Hanes blurted.
Dave had no choice, but to turn to his three boys and gave them a disapproving look. Alvin, Simon, and Theodore looked up with puppy-dog eyes. Dave knows that they are sorry, and very scared on what they did.
With a heavy sigh, Dave walks up to them. "Come on, boys, we're going home."
"But, Dave...?" Alvin whimpered.
"Now, Alvin!"
The Chipmunks quietly followed their Dad to the car and together Dave drove them home for a very long talk.
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THE NEXT MORNING! Present Day
Simon breaks out of his vision down memory lane and brings his attention to the task at hand; to get his kids up and ready for their first day in pre- school. He looks at himself in the mirror in front of him. The worry is written all over his face. Jeanette comes up from behind and puts a hand on his shoulder.
"What's wrong, my love?" She asks him.
"I guess I'm a little nervous for our kids first day in pre-school." Simon answers.
"Why?"
"Well, anything could happen..."
Jeanette began to chuckle loudly. "Oh, Simon, you really worry too much...how much trouble do you think our children could get into?"
"Jeanette," Simon sighed. "You of all people should remember that trouble always comes in three's."
With that said, Simon slowly exited the bedroom and headed for their triplet's room.
20 YEARS AGO! Early Morning!
Three little chipmunks nestled soundly in each of their rightful beds. The calm scene was suddenly disturbed of a sound of a clock alarm. A little groan is heard from each bed.
A tiny hand reached over and turns the alarm off. The young chipmunk in blue body pajamas sat up and reached for his glasses. After placing them on his face, he looks over to his brothers, whom were both trying to hide from the morning.
"Come on, guys, get up! This is our first day of pre-school." Simon cheers as he hopes out of bed.
"Only you would be excited for school." Yawned the little chipmunk with the bright red cap.
"Come on, Alvin, aren't you the slightest bit eager to learn something?" Simon pondered.
Again, with a yawn, Alvin answers, "No, not really."
With a growl of frustration, Simon turns away and heads to his bed where he had set the clothes he will where from the previous night.
"What time is it?" Asked Theodore while he stretched the sleepiness out from his chubby little body.
"It's about 6:30am." Simon replies as he successfully pulls his blue turtleneck sweater over his head.
"WHAT?" Both Alvin and Theodore screeched at once.
"That's it, you're nuts." Alvin comments. He then throws the covers back over his head.
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LATER THAT MORNING...
An old car pulls up to a small school and the young man whom is the driver turns to the back seat.
"Ready?" He asks the little Chipmunks.
"Yes, Dave!" The boys cried out in unison. Both Alvin and Theodore had rather a gloomy tone to their cry, however, Simon sounded more excited.
"Alright, lets go meet the teacher then." Their dad cheered.
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INSIDE THE CLASSROOM...
"Hi, you must be Mr. Seville..." A young woman chimed as she walked up to Dave and the Chipmunks.
"Why, yes I am..." Dave replied with an almost surprised expression.
"And these must be your adorable chipmunks." She grinned as she leaned forward in order to get a clear view of them.
"That's right...These are my boys, Alvin, Simon, and Theodore."
"How cute. I'm sure they will be just fine here."
"Thanks, uh, Miss....?" Dave began to say before he realized that he didn't remember her name.
"Oh, sorry. My name is Miss. Hanes." The young, pre-school teacher exclaimed.
"Ok, thanks Miss. Hanes..." Dave then turns, and addresses the young chipmunks.
"Now you boys be good on your first day of pre-school, and don't get into any trouble...this means you, Alvin."
"Me?" Alvin asks with big innocent eyes. "Why does he always look at me when he says that?" He adds looking at his taller brother.
"Oh, let me see... Maybe it's because you have a knack in getting us into trouble?" Simon replies sarcastically.
"You know, I sometimes wonder whose brother are you." Alvin stated before walking up to give Dave a goodbye hug.
"I sometimes wonder the same thing..." Simon ponders himself.
"Alright, have fun boys. I'll be back this afternoon to pick you up, ok?" Dave says as he's giving all three of them a hug at the same time.
"Ok, Dave!" The chipmunks chimed at once.
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ONE HOUR LATER...
"I'm bored." Wined Alvin.
"What's the matter Alvin, I thought you liked playing with play dough?" Simon smirked.
"That's just it...That's all the teacher has us doing ever since we got here." Exclaimed Alvin.
"What's the matter with playing play dough? I like playing with play dough." Theodore chimed as he addressed his well-displayed buffet of all kinds of food made out of play dough.
Both Alvin and Simon watched their young, simple brother for a moment. Afterwards they just shook their heads as they realized that Theodore doesn't quite realize what really is going on.
"Hmm, I have to admit, there is a lack of mental in stimulation." Simon enquired.
"Huh?" Alvin raised his eyebrow in confusion with his brother's remark.
Simon rolled his eyes skyward, and sighed. "Reading time, Alvin. I meant that there is a lack of books to read."
"Oh. Well, who cares about that! I'm talking about when we get to have some real fun!"
Alvin looked over and spotted a TV from behind an open door in a storage room at the other end of the classroom. He then had an idea. An evil grin crossed his face.
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"Uh, Alvin, I really don't know about this..." Simon cautioned.
"Trust me, Simon. This will be great." Alvin said with excitement.
"I don't think I like this plan too much, Alvin. I want to keep playing with play dough...I hear snack time is coming soon." Theodore said as started smacking his lips together in anticipation for snack time.
"Arg! You two are such a pare of whiners." Alvin stated.
Alvin lifted up two cords, and then plugged them together. "There, done." He announced proudly.
Both Simon and Theodore grew a worried look on their little faces. They looked up at the jumbled mess of wires and cords connected from the TV to the wall socket. Instinct was telling Simon that this would not be good.
"Ah, Alvin...perhaps we should get one of the adult to come and help...?" Simon asked.
"Simon, Simon, Simon..." Alvin laughed. "If we go to the grown ups anytime we want to do something, like watch a few programs on TV, then we will forever be under their control."
"But, Alvin..." Simon tried reasoning with his brother again.
"Come on fella's, isn't Mr. Dressup on now?"
Simon and Theodore both looked at each other in defeat. They realize that Alvin would not listen to their warning. With a deep sigh they turned to watch Alvin flip the TV switch on.
At first nothing happened, but Alvin wasn't in the mood to give up. He started flipping the on and off switch a couple more times. Discouraged, Alvin checked the wires again. That's when he realized that one of the wires hadn't been hooked up. He quickly connected them to the rest of the empty slots. Again, he went to the front of the television set and flipped the on switch.
This time something did happen, only instead of a TV program coming on there were sparks coming from the back of the TV.
Miss. Hanes came running in when she heard the chipmunks screaming.
"What's going on in here...? Oh dear God!" She screeched when she saw the flames rising from behind the TV.
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HALF HOUR LATER...
Dave parks his car outside of the pre-school. He quickly got out of his vehicle and ran towards the doors to the building. The first thing he noticed were fire trucks still parked outside the school.
"What did Alvin do this time?" He grumbled to himself as ran down the hallway and nearly passed the door of the pre-school class. Smoke is still lingered lightly through out the entire room. Dave ran into one of the firefighters as he walked into the room.
"Where is everyone?" He asked him.
"They are out in the play ground...Use the back door there." The firefighter said as he pointed the way to Dave.
As he found his way to the back door and outside, he is now greeted by Miss Hanes. Needless to say she had a very disproving look on her face about all of this. Miss. Hanes walked up to Dave and pushed the chipmunks up towards their Dad.
"Here, take them!" She spat. "Take your chipmunks, and leave this pre- school."
"I-I-I'm sure this is all a big misunderstanding?" Dave stuttered.
"No, Mr. Seville." She argued. "This is a catastrophe. My pre-school is ruined and your chipmunks are to blame for that."
"Now, see here!" Dave said aggressively. "How can you be so sure of that?"
"Trust me, Mr. Seville, I caught them as they had set our television on fire." Miss. Hanes growled.
"Oh, gees, I'm so sorry." Dave apologized.
"Mr. Seville...Thanks to your sons, I now have to start all over." Miss. Hanes whined with a guilty tone.
"Well, I don't know what to say...?" Dave stammered.
"Don't say anything, just go." Miss. Hanes blurted.
Dave had no choice, but to turn to his three boys and gave them a disapproving look. Alvin, Simon, and Theodore looked up with puppy-dog eyes. Dave knows that they are sorry, and very scared on what they did.
With a heavy sigh, Dave walks up to them. "Come on, boys, we're going home."
"But, Dave...?" Alvin whimpered.
"Now, Alvin!"
The Chipmunks quietly followed their Dad to the car and together Dave drove them home for a very long talk.
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THE NEXT MORNING! Present Day
Simon breaks out of his vision down memory lane and brings his attention to the task at hand; to get his kids up and ready for their first day in pre- school. He looks at himself in the mirror in front of him. The worry is written all over his face. Jeanette comes up from behind and puts a hand on his shoulder.
"What's wrong, my love?" She asks him.
"I guess I'm a little nervous for our kids first day in pre-school." Simon answers.
"Why?"
"Well, anything could happen..."
Jeanette began to chuckle loudly. "Oh, Simon, you really worry too much...how much trouble do you think our children could get into?"
"Jeanette," Simon sighed. "You of all people should remember that trouble always comes in three's."
With that said, Simon slowly exited the bedroom and headed for their triplet's room.