Hmm...I haven't gone back to proof-read any of this, just in case anyone was wonderin'. Anywho...I need something big to happen. Well, maybe not big. More like a 'pow' kind of moment. I like those. So far this story just seems to have no real adventure. So any ideas on that part?
AND DON'T FORGET: Sign my petition to let Ross and Janice know that we want to see more of the cartoon Chipmunks (and not just the old episodes either...the Chipmunk Adventure needs to be shown on TV as well as the fact that they need to make more).
Switched
Chapter 2: Picked
"It's been way too long," Alvin complained as he walked beside Brittany down the sidewalk after school in mid-November. "I thought we'd be picked by now!"
"Me too," Brittany griped.
"I could stand waiting until January," Simon told them. "I'd rather not get picked through the holidays."
"It's just Thanksgiving," Alvin spat.
"Just Thanksgiving? Alvin! Thanksgiving is a family holiday. I'd much rather spend it with Dave than some strangers, wouldn't you?"
"Thanksgiving is the same thing every year. There's nothing special about it." Simon glared at his brother as the Chipettes turned to head home.
"Tonight may be our lucky night," Eleanor called over to them. "Or yours even."
"Don't worry, we watch it every Wednesday," Theodore reminded her. "Even if we don't get picked, it's still a fun show. I especially liked last week's when those celebrity twins were switched with trailer park twins."
"They certainly learned their lesson," Simon agreed as they boys headed off down their street. "I hope we end up with someone that'll teach Alvin his lesson."
"He's already learned his lesson; many times…He just needs it re-informed sometimes."
"That's 're-enforced,' Theodore. Not re-informed."
"Oh."
…X…
"Well, what a show!" the girl laughed. It had been a sixteen year old couple that had ended up switching with each other. "Well, that just goes to show you that you can end up anywhere. Even in your boyfriend or girlfriend's house."
"This week we're diving into our triplets bag!" the male announcer said. "And my has it grown since the last time we picked triplets." He lifted up a big brown bag to prove his point. The names were actually all listed on a board with numbers beside them and to get picked was like the lottery. There were numbered balls in a machine and, one at a time, the numbers were shot out.
The boys sat on the couch around Dave, Theodore and Alvin on Dave's sides and Simon sitting on the other side of Theodore. Dave couldn't help but wrap his arms (as best as he could) around his three boys as the girl started the machine. Alvin glanced up to see Dave's eyes staring intensely at the screen. The next two weeks would cut into Thanksgiving for sure, and even if Alvin didn't think Thanksgiving was a big deal, it was very obvious that Dave did. Watching Dave right then, Alvin almost wished that they wouldn't get picked that week…until he heard the number.
"Seventy-one!" the announcer called. The boys couldn't help but leap up and cheer. They'd memorized their number as soon as they'd been assigned to it. Even Simon leaped up with his brothers. "And the lucky trio is…"
"Alvin, Simon, and Theodore Seville!" the man said as he pointed to their name on the chart. "Also known as everyone's favorite up-and-coming celebrities, the Chipmunks!"
"Up and coming?" Alvin spat at the TV.
"We're still kids Alvin," Simon laughed.
"So? Everyone loves us!"
"That doesn't change the fact that we're still developing our reputations."
"The fans say it all Simon, and we have millions. We are famous rock stars."
"Shh!" Theodore hissed. "They've got the other one!"
"Heh, this should be fun," the lady said, but her face looked bored.
"Well, who is it?" her counterpart asked, and she put on her show-smile again.
"Number seventy-eight!" The man's smile dropped for a second too, then he turned around and pointed at the names.
"The female counterparts to the Chipmunks, Brittany, Jeanette, and Eleanor Miller. The Chipettes!" The boys' faces fell. They were going two blocks away from home. All three tensed up when they heard Dave let out a sigh of relief. Then Simon remembered that this was going to be the Thanksgiving episode. Well, it'd air the Wednesday after Thanksgiving, but it would include Thanksgiving. "Well girls, I'll be by to visit you tomorrow after school."
"And I'll be seeing you boys! Until then…" No one was paying attention to the closing lines. The boys were moping, and two blocks away the younger two Miller sisters were trying to quiet Brittany.
"What happened to adventure?" she was complaining. "What happened to going to distant cities, seeing new sites? Trying a new school?"
"I thought you didn't care about school," Jeanette laughed quietly.
"I don't! But think of the cute boys! But no. We're just going to go stay with Dave. Where's the excitement in that? He knows us already, and we know him already. Four minutes on the eggs and sports before front page…how hard is that?"
"We don't know how hard it is to live with Dave," Eleanor reminded her. "We've never stayed at the Seville house when the boys weren't there."
"You stayed with them when they were?" Miss Miller asked in a bit of surprise.
"Before we came here," Brittany told her. "We tried living with the boys so we wouldn't have to be sent to some orphanage."
"Oh, right. I remember that." The girls sighed as they sunk to the floor.
"It's not going to be much of an adventure," Eleanor sighed. They'd all been looking forward to a safe adventure, but they weren't even trying a different school. "We'd better start packing."
"Why's that?"
"We're not boys," Jeanette reminded her. "If we don't pack enough clothes, especially in Brittany's case…Well, we just don't want to end up wearing the boys' clothes."
"He has a washing machine dear."
"I don't wear the same thing more than once every other week," Brittany declared. "And I will not wear one of Alvin's sweaters."
"You aren't big enough to fit in one of his sweaters," Eleanor said. "And be glad for that."
"Yes, I suppose my feminine curves do make me quite a bit smaller than him, don't they?" Miss Miller tried hard to hold back a snort as Brittany spun around on foot.
…X…
"So unfair!" Alvin complained as he bounced one of his many bouncy balls off his head board. He'd put his pillow down by the footboard and was laying like that so he had a hard surface to take his frustration out on. "We've spent a ton of time with Miss Miller. That's nothing new in staying with her."
"She has a cat now," Theodore reminded him optimistically.
"Big deal. That doesn't change much at all."
"Well, everything's an adventure with Miss Miller," Simon said. "From her driving to her cooking to…"
"Don't mention the driving! I still get dizzy just thinking about that ride home." With all the cops around on the way home from the airport that day Miss Miller still hadn't paid much mind to the speed limit as she was off in her own world…plus the number of times they'd almost crashed and she still hadn't noticed. That had to have been the worst part of their whole adventure, including their punishment by the time Dave was done lecturing them on running off around the world like that…
"Fine, what about her cooking?"
"She'll never cook as well as Dave can," Theodore mumbled.
"Or as well as you," Alvin teased. He knew what Theodore was thinking. He was wondering if Miss Miller would mind all the cooking he was always up to.
"Well, when you have a talent, use it, right?"
"In most cases," Simon agreed, glaring at Alvin.
"What's that for?" Alvin hissed back.
"You seem to have many talents that are best not used."
"Like what?"
"Like all your scheming and all the trouble you get us into." They proceeded to glare at each other for a moment until they heard Dave outside their room.
"Goodnight fellas," he said as he poked his head in.
"Night Dave," they replied in unison. As soon as they saw him, they all put down what they were doing and climbed into bed. It was what they had always done, ever since they'd gotten beds of their own.
"You know what would have at least given the girls some adventure?" Alvin whispered as he heard the door click shut. His arms were tucked behind as he stared at the ceiling, still silently complaining about their miserable luck.
"What?" Simon said, knowing Alvin would say it anyway even if he didn't ask.
"If we still lived in that cabin then they'd have to rough it a little bit."
"We didn't really rough it back then."
"We were babies. Dave roughed it for us and spent the rest of the time spoiling us."
"We are pretty spoiled, aren't we?" Theodore giggled. "That could be the big difference…The girls haven't ever been spoiled. Maybe we'll be the ones roughing it."
"At least it'd be a little change of pace. That's why I wanted to sign up in the first place. To see and do something completely new."