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Alvin gulped.

"Well, Dave, you see, all that happened was that…" Alvin gritted his teeth. "Simon and Theodore got electrocuted."

"What!" Dave yelled, fury bright in his eyes.

"Well, I had a soda, and I put it on the T.V. for a couple of seconds, then Simon went inside and tried to grab the soda to put it where it belonged and he slipped on a skateboard and he knocked the soda all over the T.V. and it electrocuted him and Theodore tried to pull him from the T.V. and he got electrocuted and after a couple of minutes they vibrated so much that they fell of the T.V. and to the ground and when they woke up Theo was speaking Spanish and Simon was speaking French and-" Alvin passed out from his long run on sentence! Dave didn't mind though, he was too busy trying to control his rage and fury that was inside of him. Part of him wanted to spank Alvin and ground him until he was in college and another part of him felt sorry for Alvin. When Alvin became conscious again, Dave took a deep breath in and smiled.

"What happened Dave?" Alvin asked groggily, stretching.

"You was telling me the story of how Simon and Theodore started speaking foreign languages," Dave said as calm as he could, frowning. Alvin brightened up, and smiled.

"Oh yeah, that!" Alvin said. "Well, as I was saying before I passed out from my long run on sentence, Theodore woke up first, and he spoke Spanish to me. I got a Spanish English dictionary and told him about himself and how Simon and I are his brothers, you're our dad, and we have a band called Alvin and the Chipmunks."

"Wait a minute; does Simon know who he is or who we are?" Dave asked.

"Well, I think he knows we're his brothers, but he doesn't know who we are or where we are. Theodore doesn't know where we are either." Alvin said, putting his hand on his chin thoughtfully. Dave was about to say something, but he was rudely interrupted by Theodore.

"Espero que no me molesta que does, pero donde esta el bano?" Theodore asked, looking down at the floor in embarrassment.

"I can't understand you," said Alvin.

"Sorry, me neither." Dave said sadly. Theodore frowned.

"Usted es un padre horrible y hermano, no se como me puse en contaco con usted dos anos cuando tuve a mi memoria. Voy a encontrar el bano estupido a mi mismo!" Theodore snarled, turning sharply and leaving the kitchen.

"I don't know what he just said, but I bet it wasn't very nice." Alvin said.

"Where's Simon?" Dave asked, worried.

"How should I know?" Alvin asked, shrugging. "I was in here talking with you."

Dave ran out of the kitchen and saw Simon sitting down, watching a French opera. Much to his amusement, Simon looked like he was really into it.

"J'ai tue ta soeur, Brenda. Et ce n'etait pas un accident non plus." The man said, his eyes filled with hatred.

"Pourquoi John? Que voulait-elle jamais faire pour vous?" Brenda said, her eyes filled with tears.

"Elle a essaye de m'empoisonn er. Et si vous faisiez. J'ai peur que je ne peux pas vous laisser vivre plus longtemps." John replied. He took out a gun and pointed it at Brenda.

"S'il vous plait epargnez-moi!" she yelled in agony.

"Trop tard!" he yelled back, pressing the trigger, shooting her a billion times before smirking and walking away as if nothing happened.

"Will the police catch John? See the next episode next Friday!" The man on the T.V. with the cool sounding voice said. Simon groaned as if he had understood what the man meant. He turned around and saw Dave standing there looking at him as if he had done something wrong.

"Qu'ai-je fait de mal?" asked Simon.

"I can't believe you just watched that horrible show!" Dave exclaimed, his face red with fury.

"Je ne vous comprends pas. Monsieur Desole." Simon said, looking nervous and apologetic at the same time. Dave groaned. In two more days, school would start. What were they going to do about that? Could he get his kids medical help? What was he supposed to do about it? His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a tug on his shirt. He turned around and saw Theodore.

"Escuchar papa, se que se bajo con un comienzo dificil, pero podemos seguir siendo amigos?" Theodore asked. When Dave gave him a confused glare, Theodore took that as a no. "Que pasa si se hizo siervo y cocinaba y limpiaba alrededor de esta bonita casa?" Theodore pleaded.

"I don't really know what you're saying," Dave said, smiling apologetically, but Theodore took this as a yes and went to go do start cooking lunch/dinner.

When Theodore was walking to the kitchen, he bumped into Alvin.

"Alvin, solo la persona estaba buscando! Te importaria ayudarme a hacer la cena?" Theodore asked. Alvin knew his brother was asking a question but he didn't know which one; however he still nodded yes. "Genial! Vamos a hacer el pollo frito y el arroz."

Theodore got out some rice and chicken and cooking oil, and then he got a pot for cooking the rice and a pan for the fried chicken. He motioned to Alvin the stove and used his fingers to show what number he wanted the temperature to be on. Alvin nodded and did as he was told.

Dave and Simon started smelling something strange. They had eaten it before, but only from Takeout, and Dave hadn't seen anyone show up at the house. He went into the kitchen and saw Alvin and Theodore finishing up the rice and fried chicken. Simon went into the kitchen and wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"Je voudrais etre encore a la France." Simon complained.

The four men sat down at the table. Theodore, Alvin, and Dave were about to dig in, when Simon said, "Attendez nous avons a dire notre gratitude pour la premiere nourriture! N'avez-vous pas aucun respect pour Dieu?" When all he got was confused stares, he put his hands together in a praying motion.

"I think he wants us to say grace," said Dave.

"Ya think?" Alvin said sarcastically. Theodore scowled but folded his hands anyway and started praying.

"Gracias a Dios por este aliemento. Que sea un alimento para nuestros cuerpos y cosas por el estilo. Amen." Theodore prayed. Then he opened his eyes with everyone else and started gulfing down the food. Simon only ate a little bit because he thought French food was much better then Spanish food.

After dinner, everyone took showers, put their pajamas on, and Dave went to bed. Since his boys were twelve now, they could make the decision when to go to sleep.

Much to Alvin's dismay, Brittany called him.

"Hey Alvin, what's up?" Brittany asked.

"Just watching some good ol' television," Alvin said nervously.

"Oh," said Brittany. "Well, I bet you're wondering why I'm calling you at eleven."

"Yes, actually I was wondering." Alvin said bitterly.

"My sisters and I are coming over tomorrow because we don't have anything else to do," said Brittany.

"You can't!" Alvin almost yelled.

"Why not?" asked Brittany. "You're not hiding something from me, are you?"

"Yes! I mean no! I mean, Theo and Simon are too sick for you to come over." Alvin said.

"What sickness do they have?" she asked, yawning.

"Uh," Alvin said, dumbfounded. "A bad one."

"I knew it!" Brittany shrieked. "You ARE hiding something from me!"

"No I'm not!" Alvin insisted.

"Me, Jeanette, and Eleanor are coming over at twelve o clock noon tomorrow whether you like it or not!" Brittany squealed so loud, it almost made Alvin's eardrums bust, and then she hung up the phone without even saying good-bye.

"Oh great, I wonder how the Chipettes will react to the new Simon and Theodore." Alvin said grumpily. He saw Theodore and Simon fighting over with opera to watch; the French one or the Spanish one. "I'm guessing it won't be a good reaction."

*I hope I'm not bothering you two but where is the bathroom?

You're a horrible father and brother, I don't know how I put up with you two when I had my memory. I'll find the stupid bathroom myself!

I killed your sister, Brenda. And it wasn't an accident either.

Why John? What did she ever do to you?

She tried to poison me. And so did you. I'm afraid I cannot let you live any longer.

Please spare me!

Too late!

What did I do wrong?

I can't understand you. Sorry Mister.

Listen dad, I know we got off with a rough start but can we still be friends?

What if I became a servant and cooked and cleaned around this nice house?

Alvin, just the person I was looking for! Would you mind helping me with dinner?

Great! Let's make fried chicken and rice.

I wish I was still at France.

Wait, we have to say our thanks for the food first! Don't you have any respect for God?

Thank you God for this food. May it be a nourishment to our bodies and stuff like that. Amen.*

Phew! That was a hard chapter to write! Oh, and in case you hadn't noticed, at the end of the chapter when I put my translations; the French is italicized and the Spanish is just in bold. Please no flames but criticism is okay. Flames make me cry. Not really, but they hurt my feelings.

Anyway, to get to the point, I will update AATC Truth or Dare soon! Hopefully before August! Don't forget to read and review this story too though!