Alvin groaned. He really didn't want to go to school today. But alas, he had no choice. He had to get ready for a whole day of nonstop bragging, and he wasn't for it at all.

He dragged himself downstairs, where he saw Theodore lusciously eyeing a cake. Alvin was confused.

"What is that?" he asked Theo.

"Gee, I have no idea," Theodore rolled his eyes. "Maybe it's a nuclear bomb."

"Is it ACTUALLY?!" exclaimed a rather frightened Alvin.

"No, silly, I was being sarcastic. It's a cake. I don't know what it's for, but I'd like to celebrate the occasion," he said while licking his lips at the icing.

Alvin knew Theodore had a BAD sweet tooth, so putting a cake in front of him is like a recipe for disaster.

Theodore moved his pupils to the left, then to the right, to make sure no one was looking. He took his ring finger, and ever-so-slightly lowered it toward the icing. He then made a u-shape with the finger and planted his finger on the icing--

"Don't you DARE!!" he heard someone shout. He jumped because he assumed it was Eleanor. Who else bakes?

Eleanor came out from the other side of the kitchen, wearing an apron and having batter planted on her cheeks, like an actual baker.

"Eleanor? What are you doing in OUR kitchen?" Alvin asked suspiciously.

"I needed enough room to bake this ginormous cake, so Dave let me use this kitchen instead of the one at the treehouse," Eleanor shrugged.

"Alright, alright, that's enough chit-chat," Theodore silenced them both. "You wouldn't mind telling us what this scrumptious cake is for, and if we get to have any..." he muttered that last part.

"This cake is for the new student council. You see how it says 'Welcome, Committee?'" Eleanor pointed to the purple icing.

"I've never seen purple icing before," said Alvin, smiling.

"It's Britt's favorite color. Besides pink."

"Can I have some?" Theodore asked enthusiastically.

"Are you on the Committee?" Eleanor replied, snarkily.

Theodore blushed. "No..."

"This cake is for members of the Committee, ONLY."

"Well, what if I were to JOIN the committee?"

"Theodore, by the time you join the committee, the cake will be gone." Alvin rolled his eyes.

"I need to get this cake to school without dropping it. Alvin, can I use your race car?"

"What? NO!" Alvin answered, flabbergasted.

"Why not?" Eleanor asked, angrily.

"Because that's how I get to school!"

Eleanor put her hands on her hips, in true Eleanor fashion.

"Well, sometimes..."

She started tapping her shoe.

"When's the last time you used that busted up thing?" Theodore whispered to him.

"Shhhh!" Alvin put his index finger on his lip, motioning him to be quiet.

"Fine!" Eleanor raised her hands, signaling defeat. "I'll just ask Dave for a ride." She walked away, mumbling to herself. "Boys..."

"And for the record, my car is NOT 'busted up'," Alvin told Theodore, using finger quotes, "It just needs a fine tune up."

"And when's THAT going to be?" said Theodore, putting on his cookie-shaped backpack.

"Soon. Come on, we're going to be late for school."

Theodore looked around. "Where's Simon? I haven't seen him all morning."

"Who cares? Let's just go."

"Who cares-- Alvin, he's our BROTHER!"

"I'm sure he's fine. And if he's in danger, he's smart enough to get himself out. Now come ON! I can't afford another tardy. Miss Smith told me if I'm late to class one more time this semester, I'll be SUSPENDED!" he said, rushing out the door.

When they got to school, they saw the corridors were covered in red, white and blue.

Alvin rolled his eyes. How patriotic, he thought.

"This place looks silly," said Theo. "I've been to doctors offices that look better than whatever this mess is." He picked up a streamer someone left on the floor.

Alvin chuckled.

"But Alvin! I thought you were mad Brittany won instead of you!"

His smile turned into a scowl. "I am," he said. "Uh, well, sort of. I know I deserved to win, but I have to move on."

Theodore looked surprised. His eyes widened. "Did I- did I just hear you say something mature for once?" he asked, smiling.

Alvin rolled his eyes. Yet again.

Alvin and Theodore made their way into the loud, rowdy classroom, known as Miss Smith's class. The school has had a shortage on teachers lately, so students usually have the same teacher for more than one subject, stressing the remaining teachers out even more, hence why Miss Smith is always so miserable.

Alvin had Miss Smith for English, Math, History, Science, and... Spanish? Yikes, the school must really be desperate. Alvin always thought he knew spanish better than some grown-ups he knew, particularly his father.

He looked to his left and to his suprise, Simon was still nowhere to be seen. He was actually becoming quite worried; it wasn't like Simon to go somewhere unannounced, unless he was... running away?

Nah, Alvin thought. Simon's too smart to run away. Except that one time. Well, to be fair, I pretty much forced him to do that. If anything, I should be the one running away. My life sucks.

Miss Smith then entered the classroom. She slammed her briefcase on her desk and screamed, "QUIEEEET!" in typical Miss Smith fashion.

"Settle down, class, because today we have a very important assembly."

The classroom cheered.

"I'M NOT FINISHED YET!" she yelled. "You all will walk in the in a SINGLE FILE LINE, you will have a set, and you will be on your BEST BEHAVIOR! Which means ABSOLUTELY NO TALKING! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

"Yes, Miss Smith," the entire class said in unison. Except Alvin.

You don't scare me, he thought.

"Alvin, I was primarily talking to you. You better behave yourself, or so help me--"

"You'll send me to the principal, have her give me detention, then give me extra homework, yadda yadda yadda," he said, bored. "Look, I promise to be on my best behavior, and I won't make ANY snarky comments, no matter how much Brittany deserves it."

"Good. Now, are we ready to go?"

"Wait!" Alvin yelled. "Where's Simon?"

"He's at the auditorium with the student council. He's going to give a speech," Miss Smith answered.

"Of course he is." Alvin rolled his eyes, for the millionth time today.

They made their way to the auditorium. Him and Theodore saw the cake they were eyeing this morning.

"That cake looks soooooo scrumptious," said a drooling Theodore. "Why won't she let us have any? Goodness me, it's not like they're going to eat it all by themselves!"

"Because WE'RE not important enough," replied Alvin.

"To heck with that mentality. You know what they say. Let them eat cake!"

"Except us. I don't even really want the cake anyway." Alvin thought more and more. A devious plan started to develop in his mind.

"Well, I do. I thought Eleanor liked me." Theodore whined, disappointed. "But you know what else they say? 'When something seems bad, turn it around, and find something good.' I saw that on Talking Teddy's Neighborhood."

"You still watch that crap?" said an angry Alvin.

"It's not crap, it's educational public programming," Theodore defended.

Alvin and Theodore took their seats, while the auditorium quietly hushed themselves. Alvin was still thinking about that devious idea that stirred into his brain earlier.

The principal started talking. "Today, we welcome our new student council, as well as our new student body president, Brittany Miller!"

The whole auditorium clapped.

They even started chanting, "Brittany! Brittany! Brittany!"

Alvin turned green. That should be ME, he thought.

Brittany stepped up on the stage. "Hello, everyone," she said. "I am your new president. You may already know me as the principal's assistant." She paused and smiled. "To some, it might seem like a challenge balancing both roles, but for me, it's no problem."

Alvin scoffed.

Miss Smith looked at Alvin. "Alvin, quiet!"

Alvin looked at the stage angrily.

"Today, I would like to announce a few orders I have in mind for the future of our school. For one, I think it's time we start cracking down on intolerable behavior. This is SCHOOL. We come here to learn. I also have ideas for a few fundraisers we could do to help fund our services, and the stability of our classrooms!"

"Boring!" shouted Alvin.

"Be quiet, Alvin!" yelled Britt.

"Anyway, I want to make schedule a better place for everyone. Which is why I am the perfect candidate! So, if you have any questions, just come to me, and I will do my best to answer them!"

A round of applause could be heard as she left the stage. And Simon entered.

"Can someone please explain why he is up there?"

"I sure can, Alvin. As you know, I am the hall monitor. And hall monitors do their best at Making sure school is a safe environment for everyone."

"Yeah, right."

"ALVINNN!!!" yelled Miss Smith.

"Sorry," he smiled.

"So, like I was saying, I am also a credible resource if you have questions about anything's pertaining to school. Please come to me if you have any problems, even if it's an imperfection in your grade. Hall monitors do more than just handing out detention slips, ya know?" he chuckled.

Is that it? He thought.

Low and behold, it was. As Alvin was exciting the auditorium, he just couldn't stop thinking about that crazy idea that was brewing at his head. Maybe he could... get back at Brittany.

And... it had something to do with... the cake?

A/N: I hope you all like what i did with Theodore. I thought he could use something to do here, so I basically tried to make him the more cynical comic relief of Alvin's situation. I hope I didn't completely flanderize him, though.

Happy Fourth of July! I'll be back with this story soon. It's kind of an on and off project for me. I came up with the idea a few years back, and this is just something I update every so often now. So yeah, until next time.