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-13(T), for action violence involving injury and blood, and hints of (inter-species) romantic attraction
Pairings: Alvin/Brittany, Raph/Brittany
7. That Bad-Boy Look
Brittany sighed as she adjusted her purse with her right arm and a brown paper bag with her left arm. She was just walking down the sidewalk as she headed back to the hotel from the convenience store. Getting some essentials wasn't such a big task, and it was a small paper bag. But she was a humanoid chipmunk girl - probably not even at her full-grown height yet, and the paper bag was half her size. By now, the three blocks between the convenience store and the hotel might as well be three hundred blocks.
"Ugh! How much further is it?" She wondered aloud. She adjusted her baggage to pull her phone out of her purse to check the GPS. She sighed as she looked at it, but kept walking. "I only walked half a block? I left the hotel an hour ago! And I feel like I've been walking for hours. It's like I'm never gonna get back to my hotel. Oh! - "
At that moment, she tripped near the opening of an alleyway. She groaned as she realized she had spilled her bag, and she had also dropped her purse and her phone.
Before she could just get up and dust herself off, she felt something - or someone - pinning her facedown on the pavement. She wiggled around, just in case someone knocked her over by accident, and they were still not aware they were sitting on her.
"Lookie what we have here..." The voice of some big guy in his late-teens or early-twenties said from above her, with a cocky tone. As Brittany heard some other guys start laughing menacingly, the guy pinning her down pulled out a switchblade and held it at the right side of her jawline.
Brittany tried struggling away from the blade, at least to get a better view of her attackers. They seemed like a gang of some kind. Many wore red bandannas with either a black or golden dragon embroidered on the forehead. Others had various similar dragon and coiled serpentine-like tattoos covering their upper arms or necks. Including the guy pinning her down, there were seven guys she could see.
One of the other guys came over to inspect the contents of her purse, as well as her spilled paper grocery bag. "Let's see what 'Tiny Tourist Barbie' brought for us today... Oh-ho! It looks like a bag full of goodies and a purse full of cash." After a quick look, he exclaimed, "What?...! Barely twenty bucks in cash? And a few convenience store groceries? Give us something we can use!"
Even though Brittany was no stranger to self-defense maneuvers, she was outnumbered and already at the disadvantage of being flat on her face.
Suddenly, some airborne objects started hitting the gang members in the face or knocking them over. From Brittany's vantage point, she couldn't tell if the objects were coming from the same direction or multiple directions. Some guys were knocked over with garbage can lids thrown like frisbees. Some by rusty tin cans and other indistinguishable garbage. The guys were spinning around in all different directions trying to find the source of the thrown objects.
It at least took their attention off Brittany long enough for her to tuck and roll to her left side, getting free enough to see what was happening. She also took cover behind a dumpster, as she saw a small figure jump from the roof of a nearby building to the fire escape.
"Oh, is 'Tiny Tourist Ken' coming to rescue his 'Tiny Tourist Barbie'?" One of the gang members asked as he pulled out a switchblade.
"More like a mutant flying-squirrel freak!" Another guy said as he pulled out a crowbar and started tapping the end of it against the palm of his other hand.
Brittany finally got a better look at the source of their attention. "Alvin?" She whispered. Sure, he physically looked like Alvin at first glance, but he was dressed differently. He was wearing a red tank top, with a black faux-leather vest, his hat was worn backwards, he had a red and black plaid shirt tied around his waist like a Scotsman's kilt, his jeans had holes worn out of the knees, and he wore his usual red tennis shoes - the only thing about him that was recognizably "Alvin-esque".
His face seemed angrier and more ferocious than Alvin's usual expression. His teeth were gritted angrily, his eyes were flashing and almost appeared golden-hazel-green instead of their usual bright blue, and it looked like he drew some red marks under his eyes either with lipstick or war paint. The fur on his head, neck, arms, and tail stood on end, like a cornered alley cat with an arched back.
"Oh, be careful, Alvin..." Brittany prayed under her breath as she watched him.
He stood his ground until the first guy lunged for him. In that case, he went straight for the guy's face and used a bunch of martial-arts kicks and punches to get the switchblade away from the guy. He also moved on to the next two guys who lunged at him, getting the other switchblade and a crowbar out of their hands and wielding their own weapons against them.
Once those first three guys were down, Alvin stood over them, twirling the switchblades in each hand, keeping the crowbar at his feet. "Well, even though I'm missing a shell, that was still an easy warmup." He glanced at the four remaining guys, saying, "Don't worry, there's plenty for everyone. Who's next?"
For the next guy who went for him, Alvin kicked up the crowbar using the top of his left foot and used it to block the guy's blows with it. The next guy, Alvin wielded the switchblades like a pair of sai until he was able to knock him out cold and pin him to the wall by the sleeves.
Alvin appeared to be getting tired by the time two attackers remained. "Whew, this is more of a workout in a smaller body!" He muttered while catching his breath.
One of the gang members was able to throw him so that he landed next to Brittany's spilled grocery bag.
Brittany gasped when he didn't get up right away. Oh, how she wished she hadn't dropped her phone near the action! She could call the police to take care of the gang, and get an ambulance dispatched for Alvin.
As the two remaining gang members closed in on her friend - one with a baseball bat and the other with some kind of club - Alvin seemed to get a second wind. He suddenly jumped up and went directly for their faces. He also seemed to be dribbling some white, frothy substance from his mouth.
"AAAHHHH! This mutant squirrel freak is rabid!" One guy screamed.
"OWW! And he just bit me with his big fangs!" The other guy exclaimed.
It distracted them just long enough for Alvin to deliver some finishing blows, and throw all seven of them out cold into the dumpster, closing the lid on them.
Brittany ran up to her friend as he moved the back of his right wrist across his forehead. "Are you alright, Alvin? I never knew you could fight like that and take on seven guys! You are now 'My Hero' for an even more awesome reason! Thank you!"
As Brittany came up to hug him, he took a step back and looked at her in surprise, as if it took him a moment to recognize her, or as if he was afraid of her. "Uhh..." he began. Was he - the guy who took on seven gang members - now afraid of the girl he just rescued? "I'm OK, now. I've had worse and taken on more guys before, but it's nice that the worst thing about that rumble is the aftertaste of Purple Dragon blood in my mouth." He turned his head to the side to spit. When he looked back at Brittany, he asked, "What about you? Are you OK? Sorry if I'm just not used to us being close to the same height."
Brittany chuckled, "What are you talking about, Alvin? We've been 'close to the same height' since we met in Kindergarten. And what do you mean that you've had worse? I've never seen you fight like that, even when standing up to Derek and his friends at school when they bully people. Even though you are a lot braver than I thought, you still seem different from the Alvin I know and love." She cleared her throat as she added, "You know, as a friend." In order to get the subject away from their relationship status, she started collecting her scattered personal items.
Alvin got another nervous look on his face. "Um, look, Brittany, there's something I really need to tell you." He decided to start helping her collect her spilled groceries. "First of all - and I don't blame you for not believing this part - but I'm not Alvin, I'm Raph the Ninja Turtle in Alvin's body. Somehow the Kraang used a mind-switching device in the fight last night, and Alvin and I got hit with it. When I woke up this morning, I was in Alvin's bed, in his hotel room - and in his body."
Brittany's eyes went wide at this revelation, and she put her palm against her forehead, shaking her head. "Whoa..." She looked like she was about to topple over, but Alvin - or Raph, as he had said he was - caught her from behind and lowered her to a sitting position.
"Sorry to load all that on you before asking you to sit down." Raph apologized. "Your sisters and Alvin's brothers already know - I filled them in before I came looking for you. Simon and Jeanette said they could work with Donnie and April on finding some way to switch us back. They're the ones who tracked your phone for me, and found you at a convenience store that I knew was deeper into the Purple Dragon territory."
"The who? The what?..." Brittany felt overwhelmed with information again.
"Oh, the gang that we just fought." Raph explained. "They're kinda based in China Town, but they have smaller chapters in other neighborhoods all over the city, and a few other places even beyond the city. Some of their ring-leaders have connections with Shredder and the Foot Clan. My family fights them off all the time." He glanced at Brittany to see how she handled the news so far. Seeing that she still seemed overwhelmed, Raph started fanning his hand toward her face. "Please don't pass out on me..." he nervously prayed out loud. To Brittany, he asked, "So, I know that is a lot of weird stuff to take in, but please say something..."
Brittany sat up straight and took a few deep breaths. She looked closely at the guy she originally thought was Alvin, who was now telling her otherwise. "Well, it is a lot to take in, but I'm believing it more and more. I mean, you don't fight like I've seen Alvin fight, you know stuff about the gang that Alvin wouldn't otherwise know, and you have more of a New Yorker accent." She blinked, "And you're also being nicer to me after you saved my life. Alvin would probably rub it in my face that I owe him big-time." She started chuckling as she came to accept the situation. "So...you're Raph, huh?"
Raph chuckled, relieved she was coming to grips with everything by now. "Yeah...still a fan of you Chipettes, as well as the Chipmunks. But now I have a whole new respect for your kind." He helped pull her to her feet and dusted her off. "Wow, I'm still getting used to being this height, and in clothes and fur instead of a shell, and this..." he rubbed his throat. "...chipmunk voice. I mean, it sounds cute on you guys, but it's hard for the gang members to take me seriously as a ninja. And it's not as easy to fight like a ninja in a smaller body, even though Alvin's knees are in better shape than mine. I had to improvise and go with the whole 'rabid squirrel' maneuver, as the Purple Dimwits called it. But you don't owe me anything for the save. As much as I enjoy a good rumble, I feel like I owe you for that." He chuckled.
Brittany finally smiled at him. "How about I hug you and we call it even?"
"Sure!" Raph returned the smile as he held his arms out to her. He liked how warm, sweet, and friendly she felt in his embrace. After a few seconds, he felt her lips pressing a kiss onto his left cheek. Raph blinked in a bit of a shock, but figured the best thing to do was return the kiss to her left cheek.
Upon pulling away from leaving the kiss on her cheek, Raph noticed he left a white smudge on her cheek as well. He could tell she felt its presence. "Oh, sorry..." He tried to wipe it off with his right hand.
Fortunately, it didn't gross her out, it made her laugh. "Oh, I forgot about that, but you still have your 'rabid squirrel makeup' all over your face." She found some Kleenexes in her purse and started using them to clean the frothy stuff off Raph's face. "It's OK, it's the lite and dairy-free version of cream cheese that I got for my gluten-free bagels and stuff."
"Oh yeah? Thank you for having some good-tasting cream cheese in your bag of groceries. I never knew something so little could help me out so much in a fight. So you have a gluten sensitivity? That sucks! I have a bit of a problem with that too."
"Really?" Brittany smiled at him.
"Kinda had it off and on for years." Raph shrugged. "I can usually eat it in moderation, but it doesn't agree with me. And I can only blame Mikey for its 'ensuing consequences' for so long before my brothers figure out that it's me."
Brittany nodded with a smile. "I know exactly what you mean. My sisters usually complain about how I wear too much perfume when I have these issues."
"Perfume, huh?" Raph thought. "Ingenious! I should look into something like that for guys. Or I know I have this problem off and on when I'm in my usual body, but I'm not sure if I'll still have a problem while 'visiting' Alvin's body. But I still don't wanna take any chances. Kinda embarrassing to realize that's one thing we have in common. Ain't it?"
Brittany giggled awkwardly. "Yeah, it's not something I dream of revealing to someone before a fifth date!" They both shared a laugh.
A weak groaning sound could be heard from the dumpster. "Oh yeah, maybe we should call for the police or an ambulance for the Purple Dragons." Raph looked around the sidewalk. "Oh, isn't this your phone?" He reached for a cell phone on the ground with some bling around the edge of a pink phone case.
"Oh, yes!" Brittany smiled as she accepted it from him, with the grocery bag now in her left arm and her purse strapped onto her right shoulder. "I'm so glad you found it. Since I'm around a troublemaker like Alvin so much, I've learned I needed a tough case for it." Her hand slightly grazed across his hand in the process, and she took note of how it compared to the feeling of Alvin's hand, now that a different mind was behind it. She wasn't sure if she was finding a new appreciation - or dare she think, attraction - for Alvin, or if she was getting this vibe for the Ninja Turtle wearing Alvin's body.
"What?" Raph interrupted her daydream.
Brittany chuckled and looked away, slightly blushing. "Sorry, Raph, it's just...I've always dreamed of giving Alvin a wardrobe makeover. I wondered what he would look like in some different style. I guess I'm kinda diggin' this new look for him."
Raph chuckled. "Really? Huh, thanks, I guess. I'm still not used to human or chipmunk clothes, but at least Alvin had plenty of red stuff in his suitcase to pick, so his taste is OK. And Si and Theo helped..."
They heard another rumbling sound from the dumpster. Brittany gasped. "Oh yeah, I should call the police and ambulance for them." She fumbled for her phone again.
"Oh...uh...here." Raph offered his right arm out to the bag of groceries in Brittany's left arm. "I'll hold that for you while you call, since it is your phone. Shell, I'll even carry it for you while escorting you back to the hotel, if you'd like."
"Thank you, Raph. That's so sweet of you!" Brittany smiled as she handed over the grocery bag to him. "Wow...I'm just not used to seeing Alvin dressed like an even tougher bad-boy, but voluntarily acting like such a gentleman to me." They shared a laugh as Brittany dialed on her phone. "Hello? Police?..."
A/N: Here, I'm using more of the "look" for the Purple Dragons from the 2k3 cartoon series, but based them in China Town like in the Nickelodeon cartoon. I also realize that Alvin (in the current Nickelodeon cartoon, as well as the 80s cartoon) has blue eyes. In the current Nickelodeon cartoon, Raph's eyes are green, but they were usually golden-yellow in DeviantArt fan art based on the 2k3 style, so I sorta compromised by making them have a "mood ring effect" where they are green when he's at ease but flashing golden-yellow when he's extra-angry or fighting. ("Unleash your inner Raph!" Haha!) Even though the Nickelodeon cartoon makes all the Turtles' eyes white-out while fighting or in "ninja mode". It's also kinda cute that Raph has a bunch of sparks fly for the non-human inter-species girls (Mona Lisa, the fox chick [Ninjara in the 90s Archie comics, Tiger Claw's sister in the current Nickelodeon cartoon]), although in this story he also likes the human girl who is Casey's little sister Angel.
Brittany calls Alvin "My Hero" while he calls her "My Princess" since they played together in Kindergarten in my fanfic "Chip-ergarten", and this is also mentioned in "The Missed Adventure". When Brittany "presses" the kiss on Raph's cheek, it is a nod to the Nickelodeon cartoon episode "The Kiss Conspiracy", where she was teaching Simon to kiss by saying "you just press and smooch". Brittany's gluten-sensitivity is mentioned in some of my other fanfics like "Ted's Teepee" and "Munkin' To The Extreme". I'm just going out on a limb with that, as well as including Raph in on that problem.
When Raph mentioned that Alvin's knees are in better shape than his, I was going by a few episodes of the Nickelodeon cartoon, as well as some DeviantArt fan lore, where many of them have noticed that the Nickelodeon Raph wears what look like knee braces under his knee pads, and he can be knocked down if he's struck on the outside of his knees in a fight (or even just while training in the dojo).
