ME: Hey, everyone! I know you've probably been itching to read these short snippets! I finally sat down to compile them all together and it's been fun. Not gonna release them all at once, because where's the fun in that.
SIMON: Also some of them still need prose. They're just script style.
ME: Yeah, that reason too. Anyway, here is our first set of scenes. In true ADHD fashion they will NOT be posted in chronological order. They will be posted in order of whichever ones the munks and I felt like adding prose to first.
ALVIN 2.0: We're gonna start off with a simple one. The only reason this got deleted was because SOMEONE thought the recap would be repetitive.
SIMON: It wasn't needed and I stand by my assessment.
ALVIN 2.0: Would have given Theo a nice moment if we kept it.
THEODORE: I don't mind it being deleted though.
BRITTANY: You're forgetting the other reason it was deleted.
ALVIN 2.0: There was another one?
BRITTANY: Yeah.
ELEANOR: Because Theo was supposed to narrate it, but Jeanette wound up narrating that part instead.
JEANETTE: Sorry, Theodore.
THEODORE: It's okay. Like I said, I don't mind.
ALVIN 2.0: It still COULD have worked in, even if it wasn't Theodore's POV.
ELEANOR: It's still pretty cool that we're posting it anyway. Now all our fans get to read it.
THEODORE: Uh huh!
ALVIN 2.0: This particular scene would have fallen somewhere in Becoming 2.0 Part 2. It takes place while we were playin' The Game Of Life. It's so good!
THEODORE'S RECAP
Theodore's POV
I took a sip of the juice box in my hand as I moved my green-colored car across the game board. This was a fun game, but all the complaining and arguing was making it frustrating. Really really frustrating.
I caught Dave staring at Alvin with this super weird look. He was so confused. I felt bad for him. I was kinda confused too, but I knew a lot more than our dad did.
"Can someone please explain this 2.0 thing?" Dave requested, trying hard not to raise his voice.
Simon's ears twitched and he and Brittany looked uncomfortable, for some reason. "Errr."
Alvin twirled a strand of his slightly shaggier hair. "It's a long story." He squeaked.
"Very long." Jeanette added.
Eleanor just rolled her eyes.
They weren't going to say anything? They really wanted to keep Dave in the dark? Well, I wasn't gonna stand by and let that happen.
"I can tell you!" I volunteered, waving my hand around in the air.
My dad instantly seemed relieved. "Oh thank goodness."
I took a deep breath and started to repeat everything as I remembered it. I sure hoped that I didn't accidentally leave out anything too important.
"So, it all started when Alvin accidentally took a physics class and then he got all interested in physics. He tried to hide from everybody, but he couldn't!" I said with a grin. "So, eventually,…"
I paused to let them all process stuff. Eleanor told me a good story has lots of pauses.
With the pause completed, I kept talking. "THEN he told the whole school and annoyed everybody by talking physics nonstop. He asked Jeanette to help him train his brain to annoy people less. She accepted and they hung out a lot."
"Too much." Brittany commented dryly.
Simon elbowed her gently with his arm.
I continued after another pause. I'm not gonna keep writing about my pauses. Just assume I keep pausing between each section. Okay?
"That was followed by a concussion because he tried to play soccer while he had funny vision from eye drops. He found out that now he can hallucinate physics problems in midair."
Dave's jaw dropped.
"After that, he got a stress rash because his physics teacher left the school. And THEN he got crazy hair and braces and Jeanette had to teach him he was more than his looks. He thought that he lost his personality and called himself Albert, but then he saw himself in a fun house mirror at the carnival and realized that he needed to try and solve the identity crisis."
"I do remember the fun house." My dad tapped his chin. "And Albert. And Dr. Wilson leaving."
Alvin's lips trembled at the thought of his favorite teacher.
I continued talking. It was getting easier to recall everything. Talking out loud helped me sort my thoughts.
"He found himself again, with help from me and Jeanette. Unfortunately, he decided he wants to be a scientist, which made Simon mad! They worked things out though!"
My dad nodded as he continued listening.
"And, well, he still doesn't feel like he's really Alvin anymore." I finished. "Now, he's come up with a way to feel like Alvin again! Yaaay! And that way is by calling himself Alvin 2.0! Because he's not his old self, but he IS still Alvin."
Everyone stared at me with surprised faces, except Eleanor. She looked proud.
I put my hands behind my back and rocked on my feet. "And, so, yeah, that….that's the story."
"Thank you….Thank you, Theodore." Dave said nicely. He liked my story!
I couldn't keep the smile from my face. "Did you get all that?"
"I think so." My dad nodded.
Alvin's blue eyes were really wide. "How did you remember that much?" He asked. "I lived through it, and I only remember some of it!" He played with his red-colored car on the game board.
"I remember most of it, but I can't condense it into a recap like that." Simon added, looking at me with…uh…admiration? I think that's the feeling.
I shrugged, secretly happy that I could be of service and catch our dad up on all the crazy stuff. "I guess I just have talent!" I said.
"Heck yeah, you do!" Eleanor fist bumped me.
Brittany grabbed her pink car as our fist bump caused it to fall off the coffee table. "Hey, watch it."
"Sorry." I felt my ears droop, but they perked right back up afterwards. I wouldn't let the feeling of accomplishing something go that easily. I knew I'd never be a science type person, but at that moment, I felt like a genius.
ELEANOR: You are so freakin' adorable.
THEODORE: Thank you!
ALVIN 2.0: Great work, Teddy boy!
BRITTANY: What's our next scene?
SIMON: I believe the next one is from Letters For Simon
ALVIN 2.0: This one's short. I think?
SIMON: Very, but it's nice to include it, regardless.
JEANETTE: Why was this one deleted, Jenna?
ME: I didn't get a chance to work it in. Back in those early chapters, we were TRYING to keep them short and sweet.
SIMON: (sarcasm) That sure lasted a while.
ME: Don't you start, Simon.
ALVIN 2.0: I'll be your narrator for the next part. This is from Letters For Simon part 3! It falls right after the scene where I confess my love of physics to my fellow genius bro.
DON'T WANNA BE A WEIRDO
Genius Alvin's POV
There was something else I had to come clean about. I owed it to Simon. No more secrets. No more hiding. It was time to face facts, I was turning into a nerd, or maybe I'd already turned. One thing was for certain, there wasn't gonna be any turning back.
I sat down on the edge of my bed and put my hands in my lap. "I gotta….I gotta tell you something else."
The chipmunk in blue looked up at me, studying me with eyes still clouded with skepticism and intrigue. "Is it another Earth-shattering revelation?"
I shook my head and forced an awkward chuckle from my throat. "No, no. It's kinda connected to the one I just…told ya."
He put his hands on his hips and groaned. "Stop stalling, Alvin.
"Okay, okay. Remember when you and Theo and Dave caught me singing Can't Fight This Feeling?" I started to rub my hands over the soft blanket on my bed. I'm not sure why. I liked the feel. It made me…focus better. Weird.
"Yes." Simon responded. "About the girl in Physics class."
I felt my cheeks get warm. Dang it! I was blushing. "There….There is no girl in physics class, Si."
His lips pursed and his brow furrowed. "Then who were you singing about?" He asked, baffled at the reveal.
"What." I corrected him, automatically slipping into a very serious tone without even trying.
This angered my bro, and boy does he have a temper. "What do you mean what!? I asked you the question!" He shouted, getting annoyed.
"No, no no. I wasn't singing about a who at all." I clarified. "I was singing about a what."
The brown haired dude threw his hands into the air. "I'm so lost." He grumbled.
I jumped off the bed and hugged myself, in an effort to stay calm. Time to spell it out for him, because he clearly wasn't riding my wavelength or feelin' my vibes. "I sang a love song…to physics itself. About how I couldn't fight the feeling of, ya know, hyper-fixating on it." I confessed.
I don't think I've ever seen Simon look MORE shocked. "….Wow." He was pretty much speechless.
I covered my face with my hands. "I'm so lame." I murmured, still feeling the nerdiness trickling into me more and more each second.
My brother rested a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Not lame. Just….weird." He answered.
"I'm a WEIRDO!?" I gasped. "I'm…I'm gonna grow up to be a WEIRDO!?" I held my hands over my ears. "Oh no! Oh no! You're right! It's true! I can feel it!"
"Alvin, stop." He grabbed me and removed my hands from my ears. "Weird was an inaccurate statement. I mean, uhhh…you're creative, I guess."
That didn't really fix things. "Creative people are WEIRD, Simon."
He let out a heavy sigh. "Not ALL of them."
I started to chew on my nails…or claws…or whatever a human-chipmunk mutant calls these things. "Most of them!" I insisted.
"Don't keep thinking about it." Simon ordered. "We'll take each day as it comes. I'm sure you won't be a weirdo. Who knows if your physics obsession will even last?"
"I have a sinking feeling it's gonna last….forever." I murmured.
"Only if you want it to." My brother reminded me.
I climbed into my bed and thought about what he'd just told me. "Si…" My voice was scratchy with worry and discomfort.
"What?" Simon climbed into his own bed and took his glasses off.
"I….I think….I think I want it to." I managed to get out, before a tear rolled down my cheek. How did I let this happen to me!?
"Well then….I guess you'll have to adapt." That was all the wisdom my brother had for me. He turned out the light and left me stewing in the dark.
Great. I was doomed to be a weirdo. Why did my life seem to get worse and worse the more it got better and better?
SIMON: Ah, typical, typical Alvin.
ALVIN 2.0: Never a dull moment with me!
THEODORE: Well, SOMETIMES there are.
ALVIN 2.0: Brittany, I think you're the narrator for the next one.
BRITTANY: Here goes nothing…
JEANETTE: You can do it, Britt!
ELEANOR: When can I narrate mine?
SIMON: Be patient, Eleanor.
ALVIN 2.0: This scene takes place chronologically between Brace For Impact Part 1 and Brace For Impact Part 2. It explains how I got the cool equation shirt that I wear in Brace For Impact Part 5.
ME: Really wish this one went in, but Brace For Impact was already WAAAY too long. There was so much to add that this unfortunately had to be cut out. And, besides, it's not like we had any shortage of Alvin and Brittany insults and teasing lol.
ALVIN 2.0: Ain't that the truth!
CHEAT SHEET SHIRT
Brittany's POV
I needed to get Alvin out of that Physics class! The longer he stayed in it, the more hopeless and dorky he became. It was like…ALL he cared about lately. I was so sick of it! I had been so….hopeful when the concussion temporarily knocked the science guy out of him. I didn't expect it to come back with a vengeance.
As I was walking through the hall, still thinking about what to do to rescue my crush from the clutches of geekery, I bet you can't guess WHO I ran into.
That's right, Prince Geeknerd himself!
He wore a plain red hooded jacket, with NO A ON IT, unzipped over a white shirt with red and cyan letters and numbers drawn all over it. I took a closer look and realized they were physics equations. WHY WOULD SOMEONE TAINT A BEAUTIFUL T-SHIRT WITH….THAT!?
I felt a little sick. "Alvin, whyyyyyy?" I moaned in pain.
He took off the hooded jacket and tied it around his waist. "Dr. Wilson allows us to use notecards to remember the equations for our tests." He explained. "I'm always losing my notecards, so…I invented a note card I PHYSICally can't lose!" He twirled around to show me the shirt from every angle. "Pretty snazzy, right? A real cheat sheet shirt!"
I couldn't believe my eyes. I wanted to look away, but something kept me glued to the spot. "You're actually wearing that….to school?"
The unfashionable kid nodded. "Yes indeed-y."
I crossed my arms and scowled. My other attempts to get Alvin back on the right path had failed, but I had one more trick up my sleeve.
"Keep this up, and I can't be seen talking to you anymore." Harsh? Maybe, but I was desperate. Someone had to knock sense into the guy!
He pouted and hung around, uninvited, near my locker door. "Come on, Britt. Don't be like that."
"It's embarrassing!" I told him in a hushed whisper.
"I know." Alvin's face turned red and it spread to the tips of his ears. "But it's also practical and comfy!"
I slammed the locker door shut, causing him to jump. "I give up." I sighed heavily. "You've been a fashion disaster every day this week. Clearly, there's no hope for you. So, I'm done trying to fix…whatever's going on." It pained me to say that.
"You say that now, but we both know you don't mean it!" Alvin untied his red hooded jacket and slipped it back on. At least that covered up some of the equations.
I glared at him. "Stop being a know-it-all!" I ordered. "Stop it right now!"
"I can't!" The boy in the baseball cap shrugged. "No matter how hard I try, so…I guess, well, what I'm sayin' is…I stopped tryin'."
I felt the fur on my tail bristling. "I guess you've picked your side." I sneered.
"I guess I have." He responded.
"Good." I glared at him harder.
"Good." He repeated in a mocking tone.
I spun around on my heels and walked away."Fine."
"Fine!" He walked in the opposite direction.
"Our class is this way, weirdo." I teased.
He turned around with a squeaky little groan.
We walked side by side to our classroom, giving each other dirty looks the entire time.
Was I truly giving up on Alvin? Of course not. He was right. I hated that he was right. I started carefully thinking up a new idea. Somehow, I had to get to the bottom of things. What WAS Jeanette doing to the poor kid? And how could I stop her before things went too far?
ALVIN 2.0: Haha. Yeah. More of the same ol' drama.
ELEANOR: Honestly, the shirt's a good idea.
ALVIN 2.0: Thanks! I love that shirt. I should wear it more often!
BRITTANY: Oh please no.
ALVIN 2.0: I should wear it every day!
ME: Haha, that would be overkill, Alvin.
JEANETTE: Plus, you have so many other creative and fun shirts.
THEODORE: Only one scene left in this set.
ME: Don't worry, there will be plenty more where these came from. Eventually.
SIMON: I vote we update Jenna's organization system.
ME: Hey! Hey! My system is fine!
SIMON: It's a Google Doc full of random dialogue.
ME: It's FINE.
ALVIN 2.0: Time for me to narrate again! This next scene was cut from Letters For Simon Part 1. It takes place when I'm still trying to be an undercover genius. I haven't yet gotten the idea to reveal myself to Si yet. Jeanette and Theo know…
BRITTANY: Just get on with it!
ELEANOR: Yeah, we don't have all day!
MYSTERIOUS HANDWRITING
Genius Alvin's POV
I resisted the urge to fidget as Miss. Smith passed back our science papers. I was bored again. For some reason, her class made me the MOST bored. It was completely opposite to somethin' like art class or Dr. Wilson's. Have I mentioned how much I love Dr. Wilson? Yeah, I probably have. Too many times to count?
Anyway, Miss. Smith stopped next to my desk and placed my graded paper face down in front of me. "Alvin, I need to see you after class." She said sharply, as if I was in trouble.
"Again?" I wondered aloud. "Miss. Smith, this is like the fourth time this week." I smiled a cheeky grin. "If you want my autograph, just say so!"
"I don't want your autograph!" The impatient lady snapped.
I rolled my eyes. Why ELSE would she want to talk to me? My grades were slowly, but surely improving. My days of always being in trouble were coming to an end.
"Yes you do! Everyone does! You know, I'm world famous!" I boasted.
My teacher held up a hand to silence me. "Stop!"
She walked back to her desk after she was finished passing out all the papers.
I was so tired of trying to understand her. Honestly, I think she just likes to get angry about stuff…even if there ISN'T stuff to get angry about.
I felt a small poke in my side. Who was poking at me!? Who dared poke at me!?
Turns out, it was Jeanette. She leaned as far as she could toward my desk and whispered to me.
"What do you think she wants?" The timid girl twisted the hair tie on her wrist.
"How the heck should I know?" I whispered back.
Her usually calm smile had turned into a worried frown. "I hope it's nothing serious."
I rolled my eyes. "Jeanette, I have been on my best behavior all week." I assured her quietly. "She's just suspicious."
My eyes drifted across my desk and fell on the face down science paper. I flipped it over and looked at my grade. NO FREAKIN' WAY!
"Whoah…." I said in a hushed tone, rubbing my finger over the letter. B plus. I had gotten a B PLUS!
"What?" Jeanette held her arms in a rodenty way. Her big midnight eyes blinked, staring into my soul.
I showed her my grade. "I was not expecting this." I told her, struggling to keep my voice quiet. It is…well, it's loud naturally.
"You weren't?" She tilted her head.
I flipped the paper back face down. I could NOT let Simon see my grade. He'd KNOW something was up.
"I mean, I know I'm smarter now, but I am TRYING to keep it on the down low." I whispered to Jeanette.
Her eyes narrowed and her nose twitched. "You mean you got a B plus on an assignment you didn't put all your effort into?"
I chuckled awkwardly. "I guess I musta put in more effort than I thought. I just love science so much. Dr. Wilson's lessons have got me obsessed with it." I sighed. "If this keeps up, I'll blow my cover."
"Yeah." Jeanette seemed sad that I still wanted to keep my budding interest a secret. "Well, uh, anyway, good…good job. You earned it." She smiled encouragingly and then opened her sketchbook. She started doodling a picture of a frog in it. It was a nice frog. He had a cute face.
After class, I walked up to Miss. Smith's desk, holding my science paper close to my chest.
"Here I am. Stuck after class, just like you requested." I announced. "Are you here to tell me that my grades are steadily improving?"
"No! I'm not!" My evil teacher folded her weirdly beefy arms. "I know you didn't write that paper." She accused.
This caught me off guard. "Huh?" I held my science paper up. "Of course I did! See? It's right here! You graded it and everything!"
She pointed a finger at me. "That's NOT your handwriting." Her beady eyes were watching me, and a stern frown joined them on her face.
"What? Yes it is!" I argued.
"It's not." Miss. Smith opened a drawer. "Let's compare it to your other science papers, shall we?"
She spread out several papers on her desk. I climbed up to view them. Oof. The writing on the other papers was significantly sloppier than on the newest one. They had a lot more careless mistakes too. My spelling still wasn't GREAT, but it used to be atrocious. Not great is an improvement.
"Oh man, I can see how this looks, but I promise I wrote it!" I paced up and down the desk. "My handwriting got better! That's all!"
The middle aged lady didn't look convinced. "It magically got better?"
"Well, no." I rubbed my neck awkwardly. "I….I guess I just…like…care more about it now. Glasses help me make the letters look more readable, and readability is important." I pulled my reading glasses out of my backpack and held them up.
Miss. Smith raised an eyebrow. "Do I look stupid, Alvin?" She asked.
Before thinking it through, I answered her question. "Yeah, kinda." Then, I backpedaled. "Wait, sorry, no. No you don't. I was making a joke, but it didn't land." I forced a nervous grin.
Her frown deepened. "Handwriting aside, your paper has a paragraph about material far beyond what I've taught the class. How do you explain that?"
Oh crud? Did I accidentally add the facts Dr. Wilson taught me to my paper? STUPID STUPID STUPID! Of course I was in hot water now. I was cooked. I had boiled the pot and dropped myself in.
Was it hot in here? "Uh…." I was stuck on one word. "Uhhhh…." Sweat beaded on my forehead.
My teacher looked satisfied that she'd unraveled my ruse. "I'd say I can't believe you stole your brother's research and used it in your report, but…" She burst out laughing. "I have no trouble believing it."
I found my voice again. "Wait, wait, wait, you think SIMON wrote that?" How HUMILIATING! She's comparing me to Simon without even knowing it! I can never tell Simon I like Physics class. Never ever!
"It's OBVIOUS." She rubbed the bridge of her nose.
"But you graded it with a B!" I squeaked in a rush. "Wouldn't Simon have gotten an A?"
My teacher narrowed her eyes at me. "I gave it a B for Baloney. Which, you're full of." She said firmly.
"I am not!" I shouted. "I wrote that report and I can prove it!" I waved my right hand around. "Give me a pen! I'll show you my writing matches!"
"Fine, dig yourself in deeper." She didn't look convinced, but she did humor me and hand over a black pen.
Urgh. I hated writing in black. Give me the bright, eye popping colors! I wasn't interested in stuff written in black, but unfortunately black was standard. At least Dr. Wilson let me take all my notes in colors, I ACTUALLY TOOK NOTES IN HIS CLASS! Can you believe that!?
I'm off-topic. My bad. Anyway…
I put on my reading glasses and started to write with the black pen. "I swear on my favorite baseball cap, I wrote that paper! Please, believe me!" Then, I held up the proof for Miss. Smith to see.
The writing matched the science paper perfectly.
"How….How in the heck?" My teacher exclaimed.
"See? I did it. I put in the effort." I took off the reading glasses and put them back in my backpack. They were safe in the little pouch. "Can I leave now?"
Miss. Smith eyed me suspiciously. "What is going on with you?" She asked.
I shrugged. "Not exactly sure, but…it's interesting." I chuckled nervously.
"Well, uh, you're dismissed." She pointed to the door. "Keep up…the….good….work." Her delivery was a mix of awe and uncertainty.
"Thanks." I grinned proudly. "And hey, between you and me, science ain't so boring after all." I whispered truthfully, though it felt like a part of me died as I admitted that.
I jumped off the desk before I could fixate on what I'd just said out loud…to someone who WASN'T even a trusted friend. I left the room and hugged the B plus graded paper to my chest. Wow, I was so smart now, I even surprised myself. Being smart felt GOOOOOOD!
The small part of me that died, came right back. "You're drifting too far. Ya gotta stop! Before Simon finds out!" The voice in my head said urgently.
"It'll be fine, dude." I promised. "Just trust me."
With that settled, I hurried down the hall. One thing's for sure, school's a lot more interesting when you're a secret undercover genius. I wonder if I can keep this up all school year.
BRITTANY: He could not.
ELEANOR: He kept it up for a month or two, I don't remember exactly which.
ALVIN 2.0: Looking back on all that stuff feels so….weird.
ME: Okay, team, looks like we're wrapping up this chapter here.
SIMON: I guess we'll get to my narration next time. Thank goodness. I'm still a bit tired from the last mini-tale.
ALVIN 2.0: I can't wait to share more fun scenes with ya! Thank you for sticking by me, loyal fans!
ME: I cannot promise I'll update this soon. We gotta start the multi chapter fic next. But, ya never know!
JEANETTE: Thank you again for all your support!
THEODORE: Yeah! You're the best!
ELEANOR: You rock!
ALVIN 2.0: Bye for now!
ME: Also, see if you can guess what other stories might be chok full of bonus content! And if you have a request for a scene you would have liked to see worked in, leave a comment with it and I'll see if we can make it reality for ya.
SIMON: Jenna's addicted to this story.
BRITTANY: She's addicted to Alvin 2.0.
ME: Heh heh. Yeeeeah, sorta.
ALVIN 2.0: What can I say? I'm the most interesting Alvin in the multiverse!
ME: See ya soon!