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Switched

Chapter 5: Sunday

Alvin grumbled as he mopped the floor. He was wondering if Miss Miller had ever heard of the newest advances in technology. Huge, messy mops were no longer necessary. It was Sunday afternoon and they were all doing chores. Worse than at home…at home chores didn't take more than ten minutes. They'd worked out all the tricks to make the work go faster. Theodore was given the job of dusting everything and Simon was vacuuming. Miss Miller was doing laundry.

Alvin finally just threw down the mop that was over a foot taller than he was anyway. He yelped as it hit the bucket, spilling all the dirty water onto the floor. He jumped up on a chair in an attempt to keep his feet dry. He was in socks in an attempt to keep his hard work from being wasted, but his hard work hadn't been going very far. And now it was a waste anyway.

"What's wrong?" Simon asked as he ran in, slipping and falling into the water completely. Alvin couldn't help but laugh at his brother's plight. Simon had stopped vacuuming for a minute (like Alvin and the mop, the vacuum was taller than Simon was) and had heard the whole thing. "Alvin!"

"I didn't spill it on purpose!" Alvin replied. "Are you ok?"

"You could help me you know!"

"Then I'd get wet." Simon glared as he stood up, trying to brush the water off. He sighed and set the bucket up, passing the mop up to Alvin as Miss Miller came to the rescue.

"Are you boys alright?"

"Just fine. Simon's pretty wet though." For an old lady, she moved fast. She darted to collect towels for the floor and for Simon, sending the middle Chipmunk upstairs to change and warning him to hurry so they could throw his sweater in with her colored laundry.

"You could use Brittany's mop," she told Alvin, pulling a shorter mop out from the very back of the closet. He stared in amazement. He'd have never have known that was there if she hadn't pulled it out for him…Brittany had probably planned that. Just to see the whole mess of him trying to use a bigger mop on national TV. But the other thing that really amazed him was that Brittany actually mopped.

"Um…I'll get some more water and start over." He flashed his best fake smile as he hopped off the chair and grabbed the bucket.

"Might want to let me do that." She snatched the bucket from him as she caught the mop that he had just dropped to refill the bucket. "You wipe up the floor as best as you can. Get as much dirt as you can and maybe you won't have to do the whole thing over." Alvin sighed as he got down on his hands and knees and started rubbing the towels across the floor. It didn't help that they were already dripping with water. They weren't drying up anything at all.

"Here," he heard Theodore offering. He glanced up to see Theodore offering four more dry towels and he flashed his baby brother a smile.

"Thanks." He glanced up as Miss Miller grabbed the soaked towels and took them out back to hang them up on her clothes line. He had never understood why she'd had a clothes line out back until he watched her hanging up the towels through the window. "We never have to work like this at home."

"This house is bigger than ours. And they really just work on Sundays."

"Except the dishes." Alvin could easily recall Brittany constantly complaining about ruining her manicures because of dishes.

"Where's Miss Miller?" Simon asked as he carried his soaked sweater back in. "I…have no idea where her washing machine is." His brothers paused to stare. "Do you?"

"No," they replied together.

"Ah, Simon, this way," Miss Miller said as she mindlessly led him away.

…X…

"No wonder the boys always want to hang out on Sundays," Brittany giggled with glee as she scooped into her ice cream. The Chipettes had put their money together and gotten Dave's permission to go get sundaes. Of course there was a camera man that had been hiding out in his van who was now following them. "They don't have to clean house!"

"But you know it's the only time they really have off from cleaning," Jeanette said. "Remember? Alvin is always complaining about all their chores."

"That's because half of the stuff we do as part of our lifestyles they do as chores because they need to be ordered to clean rather than straight off just doing it."

"I think that's just Alvin," Eleanor said. "He's just like you when it comes to cleaning though. A big complainer."

"Hey! And what proof do you have that the other two aren't as messy as Alvin?"

"Well, Simon's bookcase and his lab are very organized," Jeanette said. "Alvin's video games on the other hand…are spilled out everywhere."

"And all of Theodore's stuff is all put away nicely," Eleanor added. "Alvin's stuff is just crammed under his bed."

"You have a point there," Brittany giggled. The room was incredibly comfortable, they had to admit. They were quite happy curling up and sleeping once the day was done. Dave even came by and tucked them in. Miss Miller checked in on them, but she didn't tuck them in at night. Brittany couldn't help but wonder if Dave tucked the boys in every night or if he was just treating them special because they were his guests. Or because they were girls…Dave was a courteous man. Perhaps he was just being chivalrous.

"We are allowed to go to the boys' concert, aren't we?" Jeanette suddenly asked.

"I'd assume so," Brittany mumbled through her ice cream. "It's not like they can keep us away. We already had backstage passes before we were picked."

"We had the passes before the boys knew they were going to perform," Eleanor giggled. "I suppose that's what happens when you're best friends with rock stars."

"We're rock stars too!"

"Not as big as the boys."

"Um…you guys didn't happen to catch what time Dave said he wanted us back by, did you?" Jeanette said as she glanced at the clock.

"Jeanette, we just left," Brittany said.

"Yeah. Almost two hours ago."

"It can't have been two hours already!"

"You did decide to go window shopping for a while."

"Hey, you enjoyed yourself too. I know you want that necklace you saw."

"But I'd never wear it so why bother?"

"Because you probably would wear it. Remember we're going to do that joint concert with the boys for Christmas this year? You could wear it then. Why not ask Simon to get it for you?" Jeanette blushed, knowing exactly why her sister had brought Simon up. It had been completely obvious for months now that Jeanette was completely crushing on Simon. Everyone had always grouped them together, but Jeanette had just seen him as a best friend before. But the more she hung out with him the more she got that fluttery feeling whenever they hung out alone together doing homework or something. Sure they were only ten years old, but that didn't chase the butterflies away.

"I can get it myself if I want it Brittany."

"Well, you could have," Eleanor said as she looked at her ice cream guiltily. "You put the most money into this treat after all…Thanks by the way."

"No problem. What good is a frugal sister if she doesn't splurge a little sometimes? I am related to Brittany after all. I can't spend money needlessly."

"I resent that!" Brittany retorted. Jeanette attempted to glare at her elder sister, but it quickly melted into a smile. She couldn't help but start giggling. "What? What is it?"

"You have ice cream on your nose." Brittany scrunched it up as she looked at her nose. The good thing about being chipmunks was that it was easier to see their noses. They didn't have to go completely cross-eyed to accomplish the task. "Here." Brittany happily accepted the napkin her sister offered her. She leaned in closer to her sisters, dropping her voice to avoid being picked up by the camera man.

"I hope they don't put that on TV."

"You know they will," Eleanor whispered back. "It's everyday stuff, but America at large will eat it up. And it'll help our popularity as singers too, so you shouldn't be complaining too much."

…X…

"This is great!" Theodore cheered to Miss Miller as she served them slices of a pie she'd baked once they'd finished up their chores. It was about five and they'd already eaten dinner. Dinner time at the Miller household was, apparently, a whole hour before dinner at the Seville residence. "You're a really good cook Miss Miller."

"Thank you Theodore. Oh, I wonder how the girls are doing…"

"Don't worry about them," Alvin mumbled around a bite of pie. "Dave is a great cook. He's probably putting more care into making sure they're happy than he does into taking care of us."

"Alvin!" Simon hissed, trying to remind his brother of the cameras.

"What? Just saying. He's a nice guy and I'd probably do that too. If my kids switched with some others I'd probably put extra effort into make those other kids comfortable. Just to try to ease the awkwardness."

"You think about having kids?" Simon stared at his brother.

"Your time machine said I was gonna have twins someday."

"With…" Theodore started, only to have his eldest brother shush him.

"But never mind that. This pie is great! And I can't wait until school tomorrow. Everyone's going to be talking about us because we're on the hottest TV show around."

"Not just us," Simon reminded him. "The girls are going to get pretty popular too thanks to this. What I'm worrying about is our concert…We don't have Dave to practice with…"

"We have a list of the songs, right? I'll play them and we'll practice them on our own. It'll be fine…"

"Miss Miller?" Theodore asked as he poured some whipped cream on his slice of pie.

"Yes?" the old lady replied.

"Do you have a piano?"

"I'm sorry dears, but I'm afraid I don't."

"You were saying, Alvin?" Simon asked.

"We'll find a way…even if we have to practice by listening to our own CDs," the eldest declared.

…X…

"Um…Girls," Dave said as he set their plates down on the table. "You have to make sure to get back on time next time, alright? It shouldn't take almost three hours to go get ice cream."

"Sorry Dave," Eleanor said sweetly. It was plenty obvious they'd been wandering around town. "Brittany saw something in a store window that she liked so she had to go in and see how much it cost."

"But it turned out that they were sold out of it," Jeanette added. That was all truth…just not the full truth. "So we ended up searching the whole store for something they only had a display of. And the piece in the display was on hold for someone else." More truths. The girls were masters of telling no lies, but telling just enough truth to seem completely innocent. The fact of the matter was that Brittany had dragged them into several stores to look at stuff she liked. That was what had taken them so long. She'd done it again once they'd finished their ice cream, stating that Dave wouldn't mind. The boys spent all afternoon at the mall on Sundays sometimes, so what could be wrong with them hanging out around town?

"Alright, just remember for next time though." Dave sighed as he watched them pick up their forks and knives and dig in like completely civilized people. Even Simon sometimes got a little messy with his food. All three of the girls looked like they'd been to finishing school or something as they sat in their chairs, backs straight, daintily eating their food. It was just how they ate naturally, but it was still an almost complete one-eighty from the boys.

"Are you going to sit down?" Eleanor asked shyly. It was almost awkward between them. Dave was alright with looking after them. He'd seen them around enough to get comfortable with them. But it was still strange without the boys around with the girls.

"Yeah, sorry. Just thinking."

"You miss the boys, don't you?" Jeanette said. "If it makes you feel any better, we really miss Miss Miller already too. But it's just two weeks. And we're all friends so it's going to be easier than if we were all complete strangers, right?" Dave smiled as he attempted to not come off as rude or piggish to the girls. Sure he was older and had had more practice with table manners than his boys had, but he still got lazy from time to time, just like anyone. It amazed him how the girls had come from complete poverty and were yet still so refined in their actions.