C.T. (Chipmunk-Terrestrial)
Chapter 1 - The Truth is Out There
It was movie night at the Seville household, and the air was thick with suspense. Alvin, Simon, Theodore, and their friend Charlene were huddled together on the living room couch, eyes glued to the TV screen as they watched an alien horror movie unfold. The flickering green light from an alien horror movie cast eerie shadows across the room, heightening the suspense as a grotesque creature slowly emerged from a crashed UFO.
Suddenly, a loud bang accompanied a jumpscare, making the group leap in fright. Even Simon, the most rational of them all, flinched slightly. Theodore squeaked in terror and ducked behind his popcorn bowl, and Charlene, without realizing it, grabbed onto Alvin's arm in fear. Alvin, already startled by the movie, blushed as Charlene clung to him. Alvin blushed slightly, caught off guard by her touch, but kept his cool, savoring the moment. Luckily for him, Charlene was too distracted to notice.
As the film's climax unfolded, the alien ship zoomed back into space, leaving a trail of destruction and unanswered questions in its wake. The credits rolled, and the lights came on. Charlene stretched and yawned, trying to shake off the lingering fear, while Theodore nervously fidgeted with the remnants of his popcorn. Simon, however, was completely unfazed, sitting back with a small, smug smirk on his face.
"Well, that was... a lot of nonsense," Simon said, unimpressed, adjusting his glasses like a scientist dismissing a flawed experiment.
"Scary nonsense!" Theodore squeaked, clutching his empty popcorn bowl tightly. "Those aliens looked so real!"
Charlene, clearly still on edge, tried her best to play it cool even though she was still shivering. "Oh, Relax, Theo, it was just a movie," she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "No big deal. Just, you know, aliens attacking Earth and vaporizing people," Her nervous chuckle didn't go unnoticed.
Alvin, who had been waiting for this exact moment, leaned forward with a serious look on his face. "Laugh all you want, but one day, those things might actually come to Earth and wreak havoc. Mark my words."
Simon blinked, confused. "Wait, wait, wait... Are you saying you actually believe in aliens?"
"Well... yes," Alvin replied, crossing his arms confidently. He looked around, expecting shock, admiration—anything but what followed.
An awkward silence filled the room for a moment. Then, his brothers, Charlene, and even Dave—who had overheard from the kitchen—burst into laughter.
"Oh, now I've heard everything!" Charlene said. "Aliens? Really, Alvin?"
"And you make fun of me for believing in Bigfoot," Theodore chimed in, grinning.
Dave walked into the room, drying his hands on a towel, chuckling at the conversation. "So, Alvin believes in aliens, and Theodore believes in Bigfoot. Is there anything you believe in, Simon?"
Simon huffed, looking almost offended by the question. "Unfortunately, Dave, I don't have the 'privilege' of believing in such nonsense." He said the word like it left a bad taste in his mouth. "You see, aliens and the so-called 'elusive' Bigfoot are simply myths that can be easily debunked with simple logic and scientific analysis. For instance—"
"Oh no," Alvin groaned under his breath as Simon began launching into one of his signature lectures.
"It's amazing how much knowledge he has in that brain," Alvin muttered, leaning back on the couch, "yet he still doesn't know when to shut up."
Charlene stifled a laugh, glancing at Alvin with a roll of her eyes. "Look who's talking."
"And he's still talking," Alvin added, louder this time, giving Simon a playful nudge.
Undeterred, Simon continued on, gesturing with his hands as he explained the difference between atmospheric phenomena and alien sightings. Everyone exchanged knowing glances and tuned him out, but Alvin's mind was already elsewhere.
He was convinced—aliens were real, and he was determined to prove it.
Chapter 2 - A Glimpse of the Unknown
The next day, life at West Eastman High returned to its usual rhythm. Alvin, of course, found himself in detention—again. It wasn't anything new. Alvin had a habit of talking back to his teachers, especially when he thought he was being clever, but today he had a plan. If he could just annoy his teacher enough, maybe—just maybe—she'd let him out early. He'd done it before.
He lounged at his desk, tapping his pencil obnoxiously against the wood, waiting for the perfect opportunity. His teacher, Ms. Caldwell, was grading papers at her desk, clearly at the end of her patience.
Alvin leaned back and said, "You know, Ms. Caldwell, detention would be a lot more enjoyable if there were snacks involved. Maybe some music too—get the atmosphere going, you know?"
Ms. Caldwell shot him a glare but said nothing.
Encouraged, Alvin smirked. "Or maybe we could do karaoke! I know a few hits that would really spice things up. Or better yet, we could discuss the finer points of how I definitely didn't deserve this detention."
Finally, Ms. Caldwell threw her hands up in exasperation. "Fine, Alvin! You know what? Just... go! You're free. But next time, I'm doubling your detention, so don't push your luck."
Alvin grinned, grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. "Always a pleasure, Ms. Caldwell!"
He strutted out of the classroom, feeling victorious as usual, and made his way down the nearly empty hallway toward the exit. But as he passed by the stairwell that led down to the basement—a part of the school students weren't allowed to enter—something caught his eye.
A girl, the one from his science class—he thought her name was Claire—was heading down the stairs, looking around nervously as if she didn't want to be seen. Alvin paused, curiosity immediately sparking. He watched from a distance, hiding behind a corner, as Claire reached the bottom of the stairs and disappeared into the basement.
Just before the door swung shut, Alvin caught a glimpse of something strange—a green glow, faint but unmistakable, emanating from the crack under the door.
His heart began to race. He had seen enough alien movies to know what that glow meant. It couldn't be... could it?
An alien. Claire was housing an alien in the school basement! It was the only logical explanation. Alvin's mind buzzed with excitement, but he knew no one would believe him—not Simon, and certainly not Theodore. He needed to get proof.
Determined to get to the bottom of this, Alvin darted back toward the basement stairwell, creeping quietly down the steps. As he pressed his ear to the door, he heard a faint hum, almost like machinery—or was it some kind of alien technology? His mind raced with possibilities. He knew Simon would scoff, but Alvin could feel it in his gut—something wasn't right, and this was his chance to prove that aliens were real.
"Claire's hiding something," he whispered to himself, his pulse quickening with anticipation. He glanced around the empty hall, making sure no one was watching, then carefully pushed open the door just a crack.
The green glow was even brighter now, and the air seemed to hum with an eerie energy. He squinted into the dimly lit room, trying to make out the shapes inside. He couldn't see Claire, but there was definitely something... something otherworldly.
Just then, the door creaked loudly under his hand, and Alvin froze.
"Crap," he muttered, pulling the door closed as quietly as he could. He wasn't ready to confront whatever was down there just yet—he needed a plan, and more importantly, he needed backup.
Without another second to waste, Alvin bolted up the stairs and out of the building. He knew exactly who he had to tell first. Simon wouldn't believe it at first—he never did—but this time, Alvin was going to prove once and for all that aliens were real.
The real challenge would be convincing his skeptical, fact-loving brother to listen. But Alvin was ready for it. Because this time, there was no way Simon could debunk what he had seen.
Chapter 3 - A Light in the Basement
Alvin bolted home, skidding to a halt as he threw open the front door and dashed through the living room, barely catching his breath. His mind was racing, the strange green glow and the eerie hum from the school basement still fresh in his mind.
"Simon! You're not going to believe this!" Alvin shouted as he charged into the living room.
Simon didn't even bother looking up from his book, calmly turning the page. "Let me guess—your big mouth got you thrown into detention for the sixth time... this week, might I add."
"Well, yes," Alvin admitted, slightly deflated, "but that's not the point." His excitement returned in full force. "I think there's an alien in our school basement!"
Simon snorted, closing his book with exaggerated patience. "Oh, right. Sure. And I'm the President of Mars."
"I'm serious!" Alvin insisted, his voice full of conviction as he flailed his arms for emphasis. "You know that girl Claire, right? I saw her sneaking into the basement after school, and there was this neon-green light coming from down there! I swear, Simon, it's gotta be an alien!"
Simon, unimpressed, finally looked up, his expression flat. "Alvin, please. That's ridiculous. There are logical explanations for everything—especially green lights in school basements. Maybe it's just a faulty bulb. Maybe it's a science experiment. Maybe it's—oh, I don't know—old Christmas lights. Whatever it is, it's definitely not an alien."
"You're just afraid to believe the truth!" Alvin shot back, frustration rising. "You're always so busy being the 'logical one' that you forget to actually look for the weird stuff."
Simon shook his head, sarcastically rubbing his temple. "Yeah, Alvin, that's it. I'm afraid to believe in aliens. Because that's totally my problem."
Alvin groaned, grabbing Simon's arm and dragging him out of the chair. "Come on, Simon! I'll show you tomorrow at school. I'll prove it to you! You'll see—this isn't just some stupid prank."
Simon yanked his arm free, giving Alvin a stern look. "No, Alvin. I have actual responsibilities. I'm not wasting my time chasing after imaginary creatures because you think you saw something weird. It's not happening."
Alvin wasn't about to back down. "Simon, you're the smart one. You're the one who can analyze stuff, run tests—figure out if this is the real deal!"
Simon sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Alvin, do you even hear yourself? What exactly do you expect to find? An alien spaceship hiding under the cafeteria? Or maybe Claire's secretly an intergalactic bounty hunter?" Simon's sarcasm was thick, but Alvin wasn't budging.
"I don't know what's down there," Alvin admitted, his voice more serious now, "but I'm telling you, it's not normal. Please, just help me. If you do and it turns out to be nothing, I'll never bring it up again. I swear."
Simon looked into Alvin's eyes, seeing the genuine concern and excitement. As much as Simon wanted to dismiss it, there was a part of him—a very small, reluctant part—that was curious. And besides, he knew Alvin wouldn't drop it until he got what he wanted.
"Fine," Simon said with a resigned sigh, closing his book. "But when this turns out to be nothing, you have to drop the whole alien thing for good. Deal?"
Alvin's face lit up with a triumphant grin. "Deal!"
Simon quickly brushed the thought aside. Tomorrow, he'd go, debunk whatever ridiculous theory Alvin had cooked up, and that would be the end of it.
Or so he thought.
Musical Interlude - Searching for the Truth
*Song: Alvin & The Chipmunks - Gonna Get You*
The next day, Alvin was up before the sun, buzzing with energy as he dragged Simon along to school early—before most students had even arrived. Simon, yawning and groggy, was far less enthusiastic but kept his promise to help Alvin investigate the "alien" in the basement.
Alvin and Simon stealthily make their way to the basement doors. Alvin is decked out like a spy, wearing a black hoodie, fingerless gloves, and dark sunglasses, acting like he's on a secret mission. Simon rolls his eyes, reluctantly following behind.
Alvin dramatically presses his ear against the door, gesturing for Simon to be quiet. Simon, looking unimpressed, just pushes the door open.
They sneak inside, but the basement looks... completely normal. A janitor mops the floor while humming to himself. Alvin pulls Simon behind some boxes and peers over the top, as though they're in a real-life espionage movie.
The Chipmunks:
(Ah ooh)
Alvin notices a green speck on the floor (which looks suspiciously like spilled paint), gasping dramatically as though he's found alien goo. He scoops it up in a jar, shoving it under Simon's nose.
Simon skeptically examines it before rolling his eyes and wiping it away with a tissue.
it was paint.
The Chipmunks:
There's someone new, new in town (ah ooh)
That's been creeping around
There's a stranger in the crowd (ah ooh)
That's been freaking me out (freaking me out)
Creepin' out
Alvin and Simon try to keep a low profile in the school hallway, following Claire from a distance. Simon is trying to act nonchalant, pretending to read a book, while Alvin pokes his head out from behind lockers, always just a little too obvious.
Claire heads toward the basement again, but just before they can follow her, the school's security guard shows up. Alvin ducks behind a trash can while Simon casually strikes up a conversation with the guard to buy time
They get away just in time as Claire disappears down the basement stairs.
The Chipmunks:
You ain't gonna come around here causing any trouble, no no
Me and my team gonna get mean, we're gonna get you
Back at home, Simon uses his laptop to conduct some "serious" research on alien sightings and green lights. His desk is covered in books, scientific articles, and conspiracy websites.
Meanwhile, Alvin's approach is far less technical. He's sprawled out on the floor, surrounded by comic books, alien movies, and notes scribbled on sticky pads with wild theories connecting everything to Claire's "alien" secret. He's eating a bag of chips, casually pointing at his theories while Simon furrows his brows at real scientific data.
Simon shoots down every theory Alvin suggests with logic, but Alvin keeps pushing, coming up with more outlandish ideas.
The Chipmunks:
Gonna get you (gonna get), gonna get you (gonna get), gonna get you
Gonna get you (gonna get), gonna get you (gonna get), gonna get you
Gonna get you
Alvin and Simon return to the school basement for another investigation, this time at night. Armed with flashlights, they tiptoe through the halls
Just when Alvin thinks they've found the perfect evidence—a mysterious green glow coming from a distant room—Simon trips over a janitor's bucket, knocking over a mop and causing a loud clatter.
The janitor reappears, shining a flashlight on them and scolding them for sneaking around after hours. Simon blushes while Alvin tries to talk their way out of trouble.
The Chipmunks:
Gonna get you (gonna get), gonna get you (gonna get), gonna get you
Gonna get you (gonna get), gonna get you (gonna get), gonna get you
Gonna get you
Chapter 5 - Midnight Mayhem
That night, Alvin abruptly woke Simon from his deep sleep again, shining a flashlight directly in his face and looking unusually serious for his normally hyperactive self.
"Get up, Si. We're going back to school," Alvin whispered urgently, his eyes wide with determination.
Simon groaned, rubbing his eyes. He glanced at the clock—2:13 a.m. "Alvin, it's the middle of the night. I am not sneaking into school with you to investigate some ridiculous alien theory."
"But we're so close, Simon!" Alvin insisted, practically vibrating with excitement. "I can feel it. We've got to go back. We need proof!"
Simon could see the wild, determined glint in Alvin's eyes. There was no point arguing; Alvin wouldn't drop this until he got what he wanted. With a heavy sigh, Simon tossed his sheets aside and got up, his feet hitting the cold floor.
"This is going to be such a bad idea," Simon muttered as he adjusted his glasses.
Alvin, ready to go, hurried toward the door—but in true Alvin fashion, he tripped over his skateboard with a loud crash.
"Shhh!" hissed Simon, throwing a frantic look toward Theodore. "If I can't sleep, at least let Theodore have some peace!"
The two brothers snuck out of the house, moving quickly through the shadows as they made their way back to West Eastman High. Armed with flashlights, they climbed over the school's fence and tiptoed to the basement entrance.
Once inside, the school felt eerie, with only the dim glow of their flashlights cutting through the darkness. The silence was unnerving. Simon shivered, more from the unsettling atmosphere than the cold.
"I'm telling you now, Alvin," Simon muttered, fighting back a yawn. "We're going to find nothing but janitors, old gym equipment, and a bunch of rusty pipes."
"Blah, blah, blah," Alvin mocked, rolling his eyes. "When I bag an alien and save the world, don't come crying to me for half the credit."
"I'll try to contain myself," Simon said dryly, unimpressed.
As they descended further into the basement, the air grew cooler and the shadows longer. Alvin's pulse quickened. They finally reached the same door where Alvin had spotted the strange green glow and the suspicious substance earlier. Simon crouched down beside him, clearly unconvinced but curious nonetheless.
"Ready?" Alvin whispered.
"More ready to sleep," Simon grumbled.
Alvin grabbed the door handle and slowly pulled it open. A beam of light hit them in the face—blinding them momentarily. Standing right in front of them was the night security guard, flashlight in hand, glaring down at them.
Alvin calmly closed the door.
"Well, it's no alien, but it sure is ugly like one," he muttered, hoping to make light of the situation.
Suddenly, the door swung back open with force, and the guard's shadow loomed over them.
"What do we have here?" the guard growled, narrowing his eyes at the two boys as he held his flashlight higher.
Both brothers stood frozen like deer caught in headlights. The realization that they were in serious trouble hit them like a ton of bricks.
"RUN!" Alvin shouted, breaking the tension.
Without a second thought, they bolted down the hallway, their flashlights bouncing wildly in their hands as the sound of the guard's heavy boots echoed behind them.
Keys jingled as the guard chased after them. "You two! Stop right there!"
Simon's breath came in ragged gasps as they darted through the corridors, their adrenaline pushing them faster. They slipped past lockers, down stairwells, and around corners, managing to lose the guard just as they made their escape out the side door.
Finally, they collapsed in a nearby alleyway, hearts pounding from the thrill of their narrow escape.
"We're so busted if he caught our faces on camera," Simon wheezed, leaning against the cold brick wall as he tried to catch his breath.
Alvin, however, was too hyped up to care. His eyes were wide with excitement. "Forget that! Did you see the glow behind that guy? There was something in there! I'm telling you, Simon, there's an alien in that basement!"
Simon wiped his glasses and shook his head, utterly exhausted. "For the last time, Alvin, there's no alien!" His voice echoed through the quiet streets.
As they headed home, the night felt more mysterious than ever.
Chapter 6 - Jetpacks and Panic
By the time the two boys snuck back into their bedroom, the morning light was already creeping in through the window. Alvin's mind was still buzzing with thoughts of alien conspiracies and the mysteries hidden in the school's basement. He had already begun formulating a plan for their next investigation—this time, he promised himself it would be a success.
They plopped into the bedroom, careful not to wake Theodore up as he slept, peacefully.
"Guess we have to wake Theo before we're late for school," Alvin said casually.
Simon, still groggy and exhausted, rubbed his eyes and shot a glare at his brother. "We? You dragged me out of bed in the middle of the night, we got chased by a security guard, and now I'm stuck listening to your half-baked alien theories. This one's all you." Simon trudged to the kitchen, leaving Alvin alone to figure out what was going on.
"Pfft. Overreacting much?" Alvin muttered under his breath as he walked over to Theodore's bed, planning to wake him with a pillow to the face. Simon trudged to the kitchen, leaving Alvin to wake Theodore.
But when he pulled back the covers, the pillow smacked the empty mattress instead. Something was off. Theodore was never the early bird unless their's food involved.
Now fully awake, Alvin's brain registered what was happening. Theodore wasn't in his bed.
"Wait... Theodore snores in his sleep," Alvin thought, realizing how strangely quiet the room had been last night.
trying to steal a few more minutes of sleep.
"Si! Theodore's gone!" Alvin exclaimed.
Simon raised his head slightly, still half-asleep. "What do you mean, 'he's gone'?"
"What do you mean, 'What do I mean, he's gone'?" Alvin shot back, exasperated. "He's not in the bed!"
Simon blinked a few times, trying to process Alvin's words. "Dave! Where did Theodore go?" Simon called out.
Dave, who was pouring himself a cup of coffee, turned toward them, looking puzzled. "Oh, some girl came to pick him up this morning," he said casually.
Alvin's heart dropped to his tail.
"What was her name again?" Dave mused. "Something like... Sharee? Pear?"
"Claire?!" Alvin yelled, panic rising in his voice.
"Oh, yeah, that's it," Dave said, oblivious to the panic in Alvin's tone. He took a sip of his coffee, completely unaware of the gravity of the situation.
Alvin and Simon exchanged a worried glance. Theodore never wandered off without telling someone. The idea that he would leave without saying anything was out of character—and worse, Alvin was convinced Claire had something to do with it.
"What if... what if something alien got to him?" Alvin whispered, his face turning pale.
Simon rolled his eyes but couldn't shake the unease creeping up his spine. "Alvin, Theodore wasn't abducted. He's probably just helping Claire with something."
But Alvin wasn't convinced. The thought of Theodore being taken by some extraterrestrial force gnawed at him. "We have to head back to school, now!" Alvin shouted, bolting toward the door.
Simon, not one to rush into things, grabbed Alvin by the hoodie, yanking him back.
"Slow down there, mate," Simon said, trying to remain calm. "I am not walking all the way back to that school."
"But—" Alvin stammered.
"Let me finish," Simon said, his tone firm. "I'm not going back... on foot." He smirked as he walked toward the closet, revealing something that made Alvin's eyes widen with excitement.
Inside were sleek, shiny rocket-powered gadgets.
Alvin gasped. "Are those...?"
"Jetpacks? Yes, they are," Simon said with a smug grin. Before Simon could explain the finer details, Alvin had already snatched one and strapped it on.
Simon groaned. "Wait! That jetpack isn't fully ready! It's experimental—it could malfunction!"
Alvin pressed a button on the jetpack, but instead of soaring into the sky, he was launched backward at full speed, crashing into the back wall of the closet with a loud thud.
"Well, your chances of getting unhurt are slim," Simon said dryly.
Chapter 7 - Flying Blind
In the backyard, Simon was busy explaining the finer points of how to properly operate their newly constructed jetpacks. His voice was measured, filled with technical details that Alvin was clearly not interested in.
"Now, to fly properly, you need to keep your center of gravity balanced, and—Alvin, are you even listening?" Simon asked, raising an eyebrow.
Alvin, his face lit up with excitement, didn't bother with Simon's lecture. Instead, his fingers danced over the controls, pressing random buttons like a child with a new toy.
"Yeah, yeah. Center of whatever," Alvin muttered, "Let's see what this bad boy can really do!"
Before Simon could stop him, Alvin jabbed a random button, and in an instant, he was rocketed forward, spinning wildly through the air. His yelp echoed through the yard as he careened straight into the trunk of an old oak tree, wedging himself into a hole.
Simon, already exasperated, hovered over calmly. "I beg you to learn the concept of patience," he said dryly, his voice muffled as he leaned into a secondary hole in the tree.
Alvin groaned, wriggling to free himself. "I'm fine! Just a little... stuck," he grumbled, pulling twigs and leaves out of his hair. "But these jetpacks? Totally worth it!"
Simon sighed heavily and made a few more adjustments to his own jetpack before carefully helping Alvin back onto his feet. "Please, Alvin. Just follow my lead, okay? If we're going to figure this out, I need you to focus."
Once both boys were finally airborne—without further incident—they hovered a few feet above the ground, testing their controls. With a shared glance of determination, they shot out of the backyard, jetpacks whirring as they sped toward West Eastman High.
As they soared above the streets, Simon couldn't help but wonder if Alvin's alien theory was actually as ridiculous as it sounded. The mystery surrounding Claire was strange, sure—but an alien? That was a stretch, even for Alvin.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to them, things were getting weirder at school.
Claire had arrived at West Eastman High early that morning, with Theodore in tow. Theodore, always trusting and curious, had followed her without question.
"So, uh, this is the spot?" Theodore asked, glancing around the empty hallway. They had stopped near the school's basement entrance—the same one Alvin had been snooping around the day before.
Claire nodded without a word.
Theodore fidgeted slightly. "You don't talk much, do you?"
Again, Claire nodded, her expression unreadable.
Theodore, ever the optimist, took her silence in stride. "Well, okay! I'm guessing whatever you're showing me is really cool, right? Is it like... a science project or something?"
Claire didn't respond. Instead, she glanced down the hall, as if checking to make sure no one was watching. Then, she pulled out a strange device from her backpack—a small, sleek contraption that glowed faintly with an eerie green light.
Theodore's eyes widened. "Whoa, what is that?" he asked, leaning in for a closer look.
But before he could say anything else, Claire grabbed his arm and led him down the stairs into the basement.
Back in the air, Simon and Alvin were approaching the school at top speed, the wind whipping past them as they flew over the school's football field. Alvin, true to form, couldn't help but show off a little, doing spins and barrel rolls mid-flight.
"Alvin, will you please stop messing around!" Simon shouted over the roar of the wind.
"Relax, Si! I've got this under control!" Alvin grinned, pulling off a mid-air flip.
Just then, Alvin's jetpack sputtered. A small puff of smoke billowed from one of the thrusters, and the next thing Alvin knew, he was plummeting toward the ground.
"Alvin!" Simon yelled, diving after him.
Alvin managed to stabilize himself at the last second, landing hard on the school's roof. Simon touched down beside him, glaring.
"See? Totally fine," Alvin said, brushing himself off. "Now, let's find Theo and prove my alien theory!"
Simon, still frustrated, just shook his head. "We're here to find Theodore, not indulge your crazy ideas."
The boys quickly made their way inside the building, heading straight for the basement. As they crept down the stairs, Alvin whispered excitedly, "I know there's something going on down here. I can feel it!"
They reached the bottom of the stairs and peeked around the corner, where they saw a faint green glow—just like the one Alvin had described.
Simon's heart skipped a beat. He had been so sure it was all just Alvin's overactive imagination, but now... maybe something was going on.
The two brothers crouched low, slowly inching their way forward. As they moved closer, they spotted Claire standing near the far wall. Theodore looked confused, while Claire was holding that strange glowing device in her hands.
"What is that thing?" Simon whispered, his curiosity finally piqued.
"I told you!" Alvin whispered back, barely able to contain his excitement. "It's gotta be some kind of alien tech!"
Before they could make another move, Claire's device lit up even brighter, casting an eerie green light across the basement. Then, to the boys' shock, Claire's entire body began to shimmer—and in an instant, she transformed into something otherworldly.
Simon and Alvin's jaws dropped. Claire was no ordinary girl.
She was an alien!
Chapter 8 - An Intergalactic Misunderstanding
Alvin and Simon stood frozen, their eyes locked on the sight of Claire in her full alien form. The green glow from her body illuminated the dim basement, casting eerie shadows across the room. For once, Alvin wasn't exaggerating—this was real.
Simon, who had been skeptical from the very start, couldn't believe what he was seeing. His mind raced, struggling to process the impossible. "Okay, maybe you were right about something," Simon muttered, still wide-eyed.
Alvin, for once, was at a loss for words. He had been waiting for this moment, but now that it was here, the enormity of it left him stunned.
Before either of them could react, Claire glanced back at them. Her alien form shimmered under the green light, and with one swift motion, she turned and walked toward a second exit at the back of the basement. Her glowing figure vanished into the night.
"She's getting away!" Alvin hissed, snapping out of his stupor. He grabbed Simon's arm and pulled him toward the door. "Come on! We have to stop her before she takes off!"
Simon, still a bit dazed but unable to resist Alvin's determination, followed. They dashed through the basement, up the stairs, and out the back exit, their hearts racing. As soon as they stepped outside, they saw it—hovering above the ground, just a few feet away, was a UFO. It was sleek, metallic, and glowed with that same eerie green light Alvin had seen in the basement earlier.
It looked exactly like something out of the movies—except this time, it wasn't special effects.
Alvin's eyes widened in excitement. "Yes! I knew it! An actual UFO!" He punched the air triumphantly.
Simon, on the other hand, was still trying to piece everything together. His logical mind was fighting a losing battle against the overwhelming evidence in front of him. "This is... scientifically improbable," he whispered to himself, trying to make sense of it.
But Alvin wasn't listening. "She's leaving!" he shouted, pointing at Claire, who was now walking toward the ship's entrance. "We have to stop her!"
Without thinking, Alvin launched himself forward, his jetpack whirring as he took off into the air. Simon, though still unsure about the situation, followed his brother's lead. The two of them swooped down toward Claire, like flies buzzing toward a glowing light.
They latched onto her, Alvin grabbing one of her arms and Simon holding onto her leg. Claire, seemingly caught off guard, struggled to shake them off.
"You're not going anywhere!" Alvin yelled, determined to stop her from leaving. "We're not letting you take over the world!"
Simon, while still holding on, groaned in frustration. "Alvin, what is our actual plan here?"
But before Alvin could answer, something made them both stop in their tracks.
"CUT!" a loud voice boomed through the night air.
Alvin and Simon blinked, completely thrown off by the sudden command. They looked around, only now realizing that they weren't alone. A group of people had appeared out of nowhere, standing around the UFO—and they were all human.
Confused, Alvin glanced over at Simon. "Did that alien just say 'cut'?"
Simon shook his head, equally baffled. "I... I don't think that was the alien."
Suddenly, a man with a megaphone and a clipboard stepped forward, looking absolutely furious. "Who are these kids?" he barked at the crew. "We're in the middle of shooting a scene here!"
Alvin and Simon exchanged bewildered looks. "Shooting... a scene?" Alvin echoed.
As the boys hovered awkwardly above the ground, they noticed that the UFO wasn't some intergalactic spaceship. It was... part of a movie set.
Chapter 9 - Confusion on The Set
As the boys hovered awkwardly above the ground, they finally realized the embarrassing truth: the UFO wasn't some intergalactic spaceship—it was part of a movie set.
The sleek ship was just a prop, made of plastic and metal, with wires running from the bottom to the cameras stationed around it. The eerie green glow? Special effects lighting was designed to look alien, but nothing close to the real thing Alvin had hoped for.
Claire, who had been glowing moments earlier, sighed heavily and reverted back to her human form. The green light dimmed, revealing her as nothing more than an actress in a rubber alien costume. Her disappointment was palpable.
"Great. You guys just ruined my big scene," Claire muttered, clearly frustrated as she removed the fake alien head.
The director, just as annoyed, barked out orders through his megaphone. "Alright, everyone! Reset! Turn the lights off, and let's go again! Someone, please get these kids out of here."
Alvin's face turned beet red as the weight of the situation sank in. His grand theory about aliens had been blown to pieces in the most humiliating way possible. "Wait... this is all... fake?" Alvin stammered.
Simon, who had been skeptical from the beginning, rubbed his forehead in exasperation. "You've got to be kidding me."
A crew member, dressed in all black with a headset, approached the boys, glaring at them. "Who let you two onto the set?" he asked angrily. "This area's off-limits to civilians!"
Alvin opened his mouth to explain, but before he could say anything, they spotted someone familiar among the film crew, holding a boom mic in one hand and munching on a sandwich with the other.
"Theodore?!" Alvin exclaimed, his voice full of confusion.
Theodore turned and, spotting his brothers, gave them a friendly wave. "Oh, hey guys! You heard they were filming a movie here too? Pretty cool, right?"
Alvin's earlier excitement vanished, replaced by a sinking feeling of embarrassment. He had been so sure that he had uncovered a real alien conspiracy, only to discover that it was just a film shoot—and Theodore had known about it the whole time.
"But wait!" Alvin protested, still trying to hold onto his theory. "What about Claire? Look at her! This has to be—"
"A costume," Simon interrupted, pointing to Claire's outfit. "How do I know? Because the tag is still on it."
A nearby crew member quickly snipped the tag off with a pair of scissors, confirming Simon's statement.
Alvin, undeterred, scrambled for another explanation. "But what about Claire's weird behavior lately? Sneaking around school, hiding in basements, acting all secretive—"
Theodore shrugged casually. "She didn't want anyone to know about the shoot. They were trying to keep it low-key to avoid drawing a crowd."
Alvin's mind raced for one last defense. "Okay, fine, but what about the fact that she doesn't talk? Maybe it's because she speaks some alien language or something!"
Simon sighed heavily, pointing toward Claire's ear. "She's deaf, Alvin," he said, clearly irritated by how far Alvin had taken things. "She uses sign language."
At that moment, reality finally hit Alvin like a brick. There was no alien. Claire wasn't from another planet, and his wild theory had made both him and Simon look ridiculous.
"...Oh," was all Alvin could muster, feeling more than a little sheepish.
Trying to salvage the situation, Alvin turned to the director, flashing a hopeful grin. "So, uh... I have this friend, Charlene, who dreams of being a movie star. Any chance you'd be looking for—"
The man with the megaphone waved his clipboard at them angrily, cutting him off. "Get out of my shot! We're losing the light!"
Alvin and Simon were quickly ushered off the set by a security guard. As they trudged away, Alvin rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "So... that didn't go exactly how I thought it would."
Simon shot him a look of pure exasperation. "You don't say."
They had just reached the school's entrance when they saw Theodore waiting by the door, still munching on his sandwich and looking completely unbothered.
"Wait, so you've been hanging out on a movie set this whole time?" Simon asked, rubbing his temples as his exhaustion caught up to him.
Theodore nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! Claire asked if I wanted to help out, and I thought, why not? Free food, too. You guys should've stuck around—turns out, the alien wasn't so scary after all!"
Alvin let out a long, drawn-out sigh. His grand alien-hunting adventure had turned into a colossal flop.
"Well, at least we didn't get abducted," Alvin muttered, trying to find a silver lining in the situation.
Simon rolled his eyes, still thoroughly annoyed by the whole ordeal. "Let's just go home."
But just as they were about to make their exit, a loud, familiar voice echoed behind them. "Not so fast!" The boys froze in place. It was the night guard from the previous night—the same one who had chased them out of the school basement.
"Ooh, I forgot about him," Alvin groaned, realizing that their night of sneaking around wasn't quite over yet.
Simon sighed, preparing himself for whatever punishment awaited them. "Of course you did, Alvin."
Chapter 10 - Out of This World
The next day, after their late-night adventure and accidental crash-landing onto the movie set, Alvin and Simon found themselves sitting in a place Alvin knew all too well—detention.
For Alvin, this was just another day, but for Simon, it was a first, and he was not happy about it.
"I can't believe I'm in here," Simon grumbled, glaring at Alvin. "Thanks to you, I now have detention on my permanent record! Detention, Alvin! This is going to be a stain on my academic record forever."
"Relax, Si," Alvin said, nonchalantly leaning back in his chair. "It's not that bad. Detention goes by fast—especially if you annoy the teacher enough."
As Alvin began his usual antics, like balancing pencils on his nose and cracking jokes under his breath, Simon stared out the window, ignoring him. Alvin's plan to annoy the teacher into letting them out early was in full swing, but Simon's mind was elsewhere.
Simon shook his head, resigned to his fate as he stared out the window. But as Alvin continued his so-called "detention strategy", something caught Simon's attention by the ear.
It was a faint, eerie humming sound—almost like the whirring of an engine, but too high-pitched to be anything normal. The sound was subtle at first, but it grew louder, like something out of a sci-fi movie. Simon looked around, seeing if anyone could hear that, yet no one even bats an eye. He continued staring out the window, letting his mind wander.
Suddenly, something caught Simon's eye. There, walking on the school grounds, was Claire—still in her alien makeup. Her face and hands were painted green, her movements almost... ethereal.
Simon narrowed his eyes in confusion. "...didn't they wrap up filming yesterday?"
He blinked, and in the distance, he saw something even stranger: a soft, glowing light hovered above Claire, its intensity growing brighter. As Simon watched in disbelief, Claire's feet lifted off the ground. She began floating upward, her body rising slowly and steadily toward the hovering light in the sky.
"Wha—what the...?" Simon whispered, leaning back in his seat to get a better view, his mouth agape.
Claire glanced back toward Simon and Alvin through the window. She smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. With a wink, she raised her finger to her lips in a subtle "shhh" gesture, as if to tell him to keep what he was seeing a secret.
Then, in the blink of an eye, Claire disappeared into the glowing object, which hummed with energy before shooting off into the sky, leaving only a trail of light behind. The UFO zoomed out of sight in an instant, disappearing into the clouds and beyond.
Simon's mouth hung open, his brain scrambling to process what had just happened. His normally analytical mind was completely blank. He leaned so far back in his chair that he tipped over, crashing to the ground with a loud thud.
The teacher, who had been busy grading papers and ignoring Alvin's antics, looked up at Simon's commotion. "Quiet down, Simon!" she said flatly, before going back to her work.
Alvin, who had been busy balancing a ruler on his forehead, looked over at Simon, his eyebrow raised. "What the heck happened to you?"
Still on the floor, Simon stared up at the ceiling, his mind reeling. "I... I don't even know anymore," he muttered, trying to make sense of the sight he had just witnessed.
Alvin shrugged, unfazed, as Simon blinked up at the ceiling, still dazed.
Maybe, just maybe, there was more to this world than he had originally thought.
~The End~