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 some adolescent humor, some medical (mental health) stuff

Pairings: Alvin/Brittany, Raph/Brittany


9. A Bite To Eat

"I'll be right back for a drink refill." Dave announced to his six chipmunk children as he got up from the lunch table at the fast-food sandwich eatery. "Would anyone like anything else while I'm up?" He took a few quick orders for extra napkins, extra packets of various condiments, and a few other drink refills before disappearing from view.

Once Dave was out of sight, Raph, still in Alvin's body, asked the other five chipmunks, "So, have any of you told Dave about...our mind-switch situation yet?" He motioned to himself. Once he saw the heads shaking, he let out a breath he was holding.

"We're kinda...still trying to think of a good time and place for that." Simon reassured him.

Jeanette leaned over and whispered to Raph, "So, Raph, just curious, but do you actually feel five years younger yet?"

Raph shrugged. "It still feels weird. I'm still getting used to having fur and wearing human clothes instead of my shell. And the world does feel different in this smaller body that doesn't have as much bulky muscle strength as I usually have."

"Sorry if rescuing me was more of a workout in a smaller body with a smaller set of muscles." Brittany smiled at him. "But you were awesome!"

Raph beamed. "It's nothing I've never done before...but as a Ninja Turtle, not as a chipmunk."

Theodore squealed. "Still, I wish the rest of us could've seen you kick butt! It sounded so cool the way Brittany described it."

Raph chuckled, but then looked nervous. "I just hope Alvin doesn't have to kick any butt in my body. I mean, he's a rockstar, not a trained ninja. But, yeah, I thought that our size difference and this higher-pitched voice was more of a species thing. It never occurred to me that any of it was because of the age difference. Now I just realized that I'm back to being in a pre-adolescent body. I sure hope we can switch back soon so I don't have to go through puberty again. Once was enough for me!" The others chuckled with him as he glanced back at Jeanette. "But to answer your question, Jeanette, the age difference hasn't really hit home yet."

Eleanor giggled. "I never thought about what that must be like for you because of the age difference. I mean, you're a sixteen-year-old in the body of an eleven-year-old. That must be rough for you."

Raph chuckled again. "Well, if you wanna ask the real expert what it's like to be a sixteen-year-old living in the body of an eleven-year-old, you should probably ask my little brother Mikey." The others shared a laugh with him.

Dave soon returned to the table with drinks, napkins, and condiments as promised, passing them around the table to those who requested them. He went on to describe some plans for the afternoon and evening. "We have a rehearsal and sound test for the stage later this evening. And Alvin, while I like that look for you, it's not how we agreed you would dress for this upcoming family concert. So I want you to clean up and be dressed less grungy tonight, as if it were a dress rehearsal. And whether or not you and Brittany are getting along at the moment, I want you guys in your professional mindset this evening. I don't want to hear any complaints or bickering during your guitar duets. Understand?"

Raph immediately straightened up his posture, with a quick bow of his head. "Hai, Sensei!" He replied without a second thought.

Dave shot his son a puzzled look. "Excuse me?"

Raph's eyes went wide as he realized he just did something that Alvin would not normally do. Everyone else around the table froze and glanced at Raph. "Uhh..." Raph looked around the table as if telepathically asking the others for help and for their approval if this was the right time and place to tell Dave. He saw Theodore biting his lip, Jeanette wincing, Brittany throwing a nervous grin, but Simon and Eleanor gave him encouraging nods, assuring him they would back him up if he so decided to tell Dave now. Raph glanced back up at Dave. "Um, Mister Seville - er, Dave - you might want to sit down. We - I - need to tell you something very important."

"Uh, OK..." Dave sat down next to Raph. He placed a hand on Alvin's back. "Are you OK, Alvin?"

Raph thought it was a weird feeling to be able to feel a hand on his back without the shell, but he set that feeling aside as he continued, "Well, first of all, Dave, I'm not your son Alvin. I'm Raphael Hamato, the Ninja Turtle. I know this is hard to believe, but..."

"You see, Dave," Simon added, "Last night during the fight with the Kraang, Raph and Alvin got hit with some kind of mind-switching device, right before they fell unconscious. It turns out we actually took home Raph in Alvin's body, while our new friends the Turtles must've taken home Alvin in Raph's body."

Dave blinked as he glanced around the table at the others. "Did all of you know about this?"

They all nodded, while Theodore explained, "We just didn't know how to tell you, Dave."

Eleanor added, "We were waiting for a good time to tell you."

Jeanette finished, "But since the ideal opportunity just wasn't happening, we had to settle for a 'not-so-bad time' to tell you instead."

Dave took a few deep breaths while resting his forehead against his folded hands for a few moments. His eyes were closed, so it was difficult to tell how he was handling the information.

Simon patted his left shoulder. "It's alright, Dave...I think."

Raph tapped his right arm. "Uh, Mister Seville, I'm sorry we didn't tell you sooner. And I know that is some weird stuff we just laid on you, but...please say something."

Dave opened his eyes to look intently at Raph. "So, Raphael, is it? I'm starting to see that you are definitely not Alvin the more I look at you. I mean, Alvin doesn't have a New Yorker accent, or speak Japanese other than pointing and saying 'Godzilla!' Especially while making his mouth move out of sync with the rest of his speech."

Raph laughed. "Master Splinter might be slightly offended, even though the rest of us would still think that's pretty funny." The others chuckled with him.

Dave added, "And this is definitely a record for how long Alvin can sit by Brittany without fighting."

Raph turned to his right and he and Brittany shared a glance before they shared an awkward chuckle. "Seriously? I mean, I think Brittany has great taste! We seem to agree most of the time, which is kinda rare, since I'm usually the most disagreeable brother in my family."

Brittany giggled. "Yeah, Dave. I mean, Raph is pretty cool. He's like a 'new and improved' version of Alvin. Can we keep him? Please, Dave?"

Dave chuckled. "As much as I see your point, Brittany, we all know that Alvin belongs with us, just as Raphael belongs with the Turtles."

Brittany sighed. "Yeah, I know. I was just kidding around, even though I hope we still make Raph feel as at home with our family as we hope his family is making Alvin feel."

Dave smiled. "That is true." He glanced at Raph. "And now that we know who you really are, we can try getting to know you as Raphael, and not as Alvin."

Raph nodded. "Sure. I have been getting to know your family better since waking up with you. They've been great! And by the way, you're also welcome to call me 'Raph', since others in my family do."

Dave nodded. "Uh, OK...Raph. And you are welcome to call me 'Dave', since the other kids call me that and I'm used to answering to it."

"No problem...Dave!" Raph smiled.

Dave sighed. "And I'd also like to apologize if I've been patronizing you too much or yelling at you today. I mean, I'm used to yelling at Alvin and dealing with him as an eleven-year-old who has trouble paying attention to me. His doctor and his teachers all ask if he has ADHD, but I've been reluctant to put him on medication."

"I hear ya, Dave." Raph sighed. "Splinter has been reluctant to put me on anything for depression, especially since my brother Donnie thinks I'm more bipolar, and that antidepressants would just throw me into a manic phase. He explains it better, too. But the patronizing? It's cool now. I mean, it may have bothered me at first, just because it's weird having someone else's dad being tough on me and yelling at me. It was almost deja vu for me, since Splinter used to yell at Mikey and me a lot when we were about eleven. He doesn't yell as much now, so I guess we're better at listening to him. He even says that despite all the bad rep teenagers get, he prefers having us as teenagers to having us as toddlers. Our father-son relationship is a lot stronger now, and I have more respect for him now."

Dave chuckled. "Good to see that it gets better. And, Raph, I also guess the times I've been yelling at you today, I thought Alvin was just ignoring me. But it explains a lot to now realize it was because you weren't Alvin, you were someone else not used to answering to the name 'Alvin'."

At that point, one of the calendar notifications buzzed on Dave's phone to remind him of the upcoming stage rehearsal. "We should probably get going if we want to get ready for that stage rehearsal this evening." He blinked as he stood up and turned off the notification on his phone, then glanced at Raph. "Do you think we should try to contact the other Turtles for you? Leo exchanged numbers with me last night, and I was going to call them anyways, once I got backstage passes for the Turtles and their friends for the concert."

Raph's eyes lit up as he stood while helping the others collect trash. "You and Leo exchanged numbers? That's great! And thank you for trying to get us backstage passes, that'll be amazing, Dave! But when we call them, we should probably do it in the privacy of the hotel room, and not at a noisy restaurant. We may want to video chat, and this way the Lair can stay hidden - not just for the sake of my family, but for Alvin's sake, since that's where he probably is."


A/N: Going out on a limb in suggesting that Alvin has ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder) or that Raph is bipolar. In the older live-action TMNT movies (of the early 1990s), Raph was usually found moping around and brooding. But then he would willingly jump into a fight against impossible odds (especially in the 2k3 cartoon series). He always seemed to be at one of those extremes.