ME: Hello, my dear readers!

ALVIN 2.0: We're back again! Did ya miss us? I thought it might be beneficial to take a little detour from the meds fic to bring you MORE deleted scenes!

SIMON: He just wants an excuse to not be stuck in Albert mode.

ALVIN 2.0: Potato potahto.

THEODORE: Let's make mashed potatoes! Those sound delicious!

ELEANOR: I'm always ready to pound something.

BRITTANY: We're lucky it's the potatoes this time.

JEANETTE: Have you ever tried sweet potatoes?

ELEANOR: Multiple times, Jeanette.

JEANETTE: Oh, right. I forgot.

ALVIN 2.0: Anyway, Simon's gonna be explaining this next scene. Take it away, Si!

SIMON: This one is from Two and a Half Scientists Part 5. It was deleted due to the fact that Jenna second guessed the metaphor and figured there were enough Nerdy Alvin metaphors. This one isn't entirely accurate either. His original self is not GONE.

BRITTANY: It would have just added a lot of un-needed drama.

ALVIN 2.0: Drama more suited to the seriousness of the meds fic!

ME: Okay, Simon, you can begin.

SIMON: Hope you like this one, avid 2.0verse readers.

CORRUPTION IRREVERSIBLE

Simon's POV

The family meeting had finally concluded. I retreated to my lab to process all that had been said. I was feeling a lot of different conflicting emotions, which isn't typical for me. I knew that Alvin pursuing science might end badly, but I also knew I couldn't talk him out of it. Instead, I decided to stand by his side.

However, someone wasn't particularly happy with my well thought out decision. She burst into the closet lab and pounded against the wall, leaving a dent with her formidable strength.

"You have to fix this!" The Chipette in pink shouted desperately.

I swallowed hard. How could I possibly tell her? How could I break this girl's heart?

"I can't." I explained, as calmly as possible. "The contamination is a lot harder to remove than it was to…put in there. I need Alvin's permission to attempt to remove it, which I don't have, and even if I did, there are…no guarantees."

She put her hands on her hips and pouted. "What? Why not? Can't you just figure out which synapies or whatever have been contaminated and remove them?" She asked, scrunching her tiny pinkish-brown nose in confusion.

I frowned. "Not easily, and not now that they've merged with the rest." I sat down in my desk chair and slumped my shoulders.

Brittany scowled. "I don't understand why it's so hard." She snapped.

I needed to get this in terms she could comprehend. Luckily, analogies were a specialty of mine.

"Imagine that Alvin is computer software." I began.

She interrupted immediately. "Can I imagine something less geeky?"

"No." I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, fine." She waved her hand. "Alvin is computer software."

I pointed to my laptop as I continued my explanation. "You load him up on the computer and try to run the Alvin program, but the file is half corrupted, glitchy, and unable to be used."

She gulped. A stray tear collected in her eye. "So he's definitely not coming back, no matter what?" She whimpered softly.

I nodded. "As horrible as it is, I'm sure his original Alvin side is as good as gone." I replied sadly. "Even if he managed to recover a bit of it, there's no way he'll ever be anything close to who he used to be. You have to move on. I have to move on. We all do. For Alvin's sake."

The poor Chipette was racked with sobs. They irritated the living daylights out of me with their extremely high pitch. However, I knew she needed to release her emotion. She couldn't regulate her sadness the way I had learned to. I decided she could use a comforting presence.

"Do you need a hug?" I offered tenderly.

"You HATE hugs." She scoffed through her tears. "What's the point?"

I stood up and held out my arms, beckoning her toward me. "I have a complicated relationship with them, yes." I admitted. "But, you're in distress and I will do anything to make you feel better."

"Really?" She wiped a tear, but more immediately began to flow.

I smiled warmly. "Absolutely."

She ran at me with all her might, squeezing me until I felt like I might pop.

"Simon, what am I…what am I going to do without my best friend?" She sobbed over my shoulder.

I patted her back. "I'm not entirely sure."

The despondent girl sobbed harder. "I just miss him so much. I can't believe he's really GONE!"

"Gone, but never forgotten." I reminded her.

She released me and shook her head in agreement. "Never ever ever." She stated firmly.

I brought her a tissue. "We'll be alright." I assured the girl in pink. "I'm sure the new Alvin can be your friend too. Just be patient with him."

"Urgh. That's so hard." She gagged on the words.

I patted her back again. "I know, but it'll be worth it."

She turned away from me and elegantly walked to the doorway of the lab. "Fine. I trust you." She whipped her head back around. Apparently she remembered one more thing to tell me. "But I swear, if you steer me wrong, I'll make your life miserable. Okay?"

"I understand. It's crystal clear." I squeaked nervously.

As Brittany departed, I gulped again. How would our lives ever continue without the usual Classic Alvin around? We needed him! Everyone needed him! Maybe, maybe at some point, I'd find a way to restore the boy to his old self…or at least close to it. Until then, we're going to have to…improvise.

THEODORE: Good job, Simon! Who's next?

SIMON: Alvin, you've got the next one.

ALVIN 2.0: Do I have to?

SIMON: This is YOUR story.

JEANETTE: I like to think of it as a story that belongs to ALL of us.

SIMON: But it MAINLY focuses on Alvin.

ELEANOR: I can narrate if Alvin doesn't wanna.

ME: How about if Alvin narrates next and then you write after he does?

ELEANOR: Fine by me. Ready, Alvin?

ALVIN 2.0: Yeah. Yeah. Let me look over the list here. Okay, so, I got some extra pool party antics from Let's Get Metaphysical Part 1. Those sound nice and fun and relaxing. This is an extra scene that takes place after I have my little discussion with Jeanette.

BRITTANY: Just write it already!

ALVIN 2.0: Don't rush me!

ME: Just do it whenever you're ready, Alvin.

ALVIN 2.0: Okay!

MAKING LEMONADE

Alvin 2.0's POV

I shuffled away from Jeanette and accidentally tickled Eleanor with my tail. Geez, when did my spatial awareness end up in the crapper?

"Alvin!" The pigtailed blonde grinned at me. "Just the guy I wanted to see."

She held out a tray of multicolored slushies. The shaved ice almost shimmered in the summer sun. "Want one?"

"Sure!" I replied. They did look extra tasty.

Theodore spotted the slushies too, from all the way on the opposite side of the pool. I swear that kid has a dessert homing beacon or something.

He skidded up to us. "Can I have one too?"

Eleanor nodded, before frowning at him. "No running by the pool, Theo."

"Oops. Forgot again." My little bro in the green swim trunks squeaked.

Simon surprised me by walking over to stand near us. "I'll take one as well, as long as you're offering."

"Sweet." Eleanor responded. "What flavor do you want?" She paused suddenly and grinned confidently. "Wait, hold on. Don't tell me. I'm pretty sure I can figure it out."

My brothers and I exchanged glances, wondering if she'd actually guess our favorite flavors correctly. I doubted it.

The girl in the mint-green striped swimsuit looked at the slushies and then at each of us. She handed Simon the blue raspberry, Theodore the green apple, and me the cherry one. She thought she'd won this little self-imposed challenge, but she was clearly too big for her britches…not that she was wearing britches at the moment.

"Oof. Good try, Eleanor." I handed off my cherry slushie to Theodore.

Theodore handed his green apple one to Simon.

My tallest bro handed me the coveted and unbeatable blue raspberry slushie.

We all took sips of our favorite flavors, causing Eleanor's jaw to drop.

"NO WAY!" She folded her arms. "You're messing with me!"

"Green apple is highly underrated." Simon informed her.

"Cherry's actually my least favorite." I revealed, taking another long slow sip after.

Theodore patted the irritated Chipette's shoulder. "It's okay, Eleanor. A lot of people guess wrong."

"But…but…but…" The girl stammered, still staring in disbelief.

"Our favorite flavors don't have to match our favorite colors." I pointed out. "There's this thing called VARIETY!"

"It's the spice of life!" Theodore took a large sip of his cherry slushie. "Owwww brain freeze."

"Alrighty then." Eleanor looked down at the tray full of more slushies. "Anyway, I should get back to passing these out. Hope you enjoy."

"We will!" Theodore's tail waggled back and forth like an excited puppy's.

After finishing my slushie, I relaxed a bit in a lawn chair again. Then, I danced around with my friends. I swam more laps in the pool and eventually was sweating buckets again and ready for another drink.

I hustled over to the refreshment table with my eyes locked on the bottle of rootbeer. That's it! That's what I wanted!

When I arrived at the table, I saw various other options and that ol' indecisiveness kicked in. What was I in the mood for? Fruit punch? Sprite? Raspberry Lemonade? More peach iced tea?

I was frozen to the spot. Indecisiveness had escalated to full-blown decision paralysis. What could I possibly do?

An idea hatched in my brain like a baby bird pecking out of its egg. Who said I had to choose just ONE!? I grabbed the bottles and began eagerly mixing them all together as quickly as possible.

"A little bit of this,…" I poured the root beer into my cup. "Shakey shakey…" I added orange juice. I knew better than to shake a carbonated beverage. Haha. "Pour, pour, pour, and some of this, and both hands…" I added in a dash of fruit punch and a hint of sprite. Then, I mixed in a lot of raspberry lemonade and iced tea at the same time. "And, let's see what we've got!"

Brittany came out of nowhere and startled me, almost causing me to spill the glorious new drink I had invented.

"What on Earth are you doing!?" She asked, ice blue eyes widening.

I held up the concoction. "I'M MAKING LEMONADE!" I announced. "OUT OF THE LEMONS LIFE GAVE ME!"

"You're gonna be making yourself throw up." Brittany cringed.

"Nuh uh! I have a stomach of steel!" I declared, despite a tiny nagging feeling that she was probably right.

She stared me down. "Prove it."

"Bottoms up!" I said with a gleeful smile. I tilted the concoction to my lips and took a long slow gulp.

"How does it taste?" Brittany tapped her bare foot on the ground.

I wiped my mouth as I finished the entire cup. Revolting. It was REVOLTING. My stomach gurgled, protesting my creation. However, my Classic Alvin side wasn't going to admit defeat. He was much too stubborn.

"IT'S THE MOST AMAZING THING I'VE EVER TASTED!" I declared.

The strawberry blonde Chipette rolled her eyes. "If you say so."

"I can make you one!" I offered. Ohoho! That would be an epic prank! Gosh, I missed pranks.

"No thanks." She started to walk away. "And, just a warning, that's gonna catch up with you."

"Nuh uh!" I argued, feeling my stomach gurgle again.

I knew she was right. I didn't feel the need to hurl yet, but the contents of the drink were wreaking havoc through my digestive system.

I pushed through the crowd to try and make it inside the house.

Theodore tugged on my arm as I passed by him.

"What is it, Ted?" I wondered aloud, trying hard to hide my discomfort.

He held out a pitcher and a cup. Inside the pitcher was the last type of yellow liquid I wanted to see right now. "You wanna try my lemonade? I just finished making it. Someone finished the last of the raspberry lemonade. I know you like that better, but the original is good too. I promise."

I covered my mouth with my hand and tried not to barf on the spot. "Uh….I'll take your word for it." I mumbled, running into the house and slamming the back door. Phew. Crisis averted.

I threw up in front of the stove.

Oops. Crisis ALMOST averted.

Maybe experimenting with stuff had more downsides than I expected.

ELEANOR: At least you didn't puke in front of the entire party.

ALVIN 2.0: Oh gosh, yeah. I would have never lived that down.

BRITTANY: Not the stupidest thing you've ever done.

ALVIN 2.0: Thanks, Britt.

ELEANOR: Can I write now?

ME: I suppose so. The next scene is the cut Halloween one.

ELEANOR: You should have let me write in the Halloween one.

ME: I didn't want to focus too much on it. I'm sorry. I already knew I was going to have you guys write a big Christmas story and I wanted that to be the main holiday.

THEODORE: I forget what the Halloween scene even was.

ELEANOR: But I remember it perfectly.

SIMON: Then, I believe it is, uhhh, how do you say it? "Go time?"

ELEANOR: YEP! IT'S GO TIME! This one's cut from Becoming 2.0 Part 3

UNHOLY FUSION

Eleanor's POV

I LOVE trick or treating! It combines two of my favorite things: pranks and candy! Halloween is my favorite holiday and I always pull out my creepiest decorations. Some people call me a ghoul or a demon, but I just call myself THE QUEEN OF HALLOWEEN, BABY!

So there we were, all trick or treating together as a crazy dysfunctional family. A duo of sibling trios. Brittany was in a Cinderella costume. Jeanette was wearing a mermaid costume and calling herself Princess Montana. Simon was Dracula, he tends to spend most Halloweens rockin' a vampire look. Theo was dressed as a giant cookie, and could barely move.

As for me, I was a rotting zombie. My sisters might be princesses, but I wanted to go for something at least ten times spookier.

Am I forgetting anyone? Oh yeah! Alvin! Hehe. I made him last. You will NEVER guess his costume. NEVER in a million years.

I'll let him tell ya.

"What are you supposed to be?" Simon asked, as we walked up the stairs to Ms. Croner's giant cat-filled mansion.

Alvin adjusted the frizzy white wig on his head. "I'm Dr. FrankenEinstien." He declared with his overused theatrical hand gestures. "The unholy fusion of a monster and a scientist."

Simon raised an eyebrow. "Victor Frankenstein was the creator of the monster, not the monster itself, so technically you're the unholy fusion of two German scientists."

I laughed at that along with Brittany. We love it when people rain on Alvin's parade.

Surprisingly, that didn't even PHASE the weird chipmunk. "Aha! Which makes me TWICE the scientist you are, Count Dorkula."

"Please stop." His taller brother requested sharply.

But, being the annoying twerp he is, Alvin couldn't stop. "You really SUCK."

"Enough with the puns!" Simon covered his ears.

"Are ya done?" I asked, gripping the bag of candy I'd collected tighter.

"You think my costume's cool, right, Ells?" Alvin pointed to his labcoat and fake stitches.

"It's….something….alright." I forced out. "But, well, that something is DEFINITELY not COOL."

"It's not too late to switch costumes." Theodore prompted. "You can be the milk to my cookie!"

"Or the Prince Charming to my Cinderella!" Brittany offered. If this was a even more slapstick cartoon, heart shapes would have replaced her eyeballs.

"I'm not changing my costume!" Alvin shouted in outrage. "Why are you still so upset that I'm a scientist!?"

"Nobody's upset." I told him. "Except maybe Brittany." I added with a low volume chuckle.

"I just think you should be taking Halloween to branch out a little." Theodore quipped innocently. He knocked on Ms. Croner's door.

"I HAVE BRANCHED OUT!" Alvin argued.

"But you dress like a scientist a lot now. You could be something different for Halloween!" The cutest chipmunk on the whole dang planet replied.

Alvin turned up his nose and folded his arms. "I COULD, but I don't feel like it."

"Here's a good compromise!" Brittany offered, adjusting her tiara. "You could be Prince Einstein."

Jeanette looked nervously at Brittany as she sucked on a vegan lollipop that also cleans your teeth. She'd gotten it from Dave's lame healthy candy bin.

The girl in the ice blue princess dress elbowed our sister in glasses. "Pssst. Tell Alvin that's a good idea. He'll listen to you."

"Uh…." Jeanette looked down at the fake mermaid tail covering her feet. "I think….Alvin's costume is fine the way it is."

"Thanks, Netta." Alvin 2.0 started to pace across the porch. "Where is that crazy cat lady? Shouldn't she be here by now?"

Suddenly, the light on the porch went out, leaving us stuck in the inky black darkness.

"Oh no!" Theodore hugged me tightly. "What do we do now?"

"Stay calm, everyone." Simon instructed. "I'm sure it's just a little electrical issue."

"GET OUUUUUT!" A creepy voice bellowed.

"Nevermind!" Simon was the first to run as the lights came back on.

A shadowy figure stood in the doorway. It looked like a giant living ventriloquist doll.

"AHHHHH!" Alvin's tail puffed out as he darted away. "IT'S SLAPPY'S GIRLFRIEND FROM NIGHT OF THE LIVING DUMMY 4!"

The rest of the group, except me, had matching freakout tails.

"EEEEEEEK!" I think that was Brittany.

"Don't let it hurt us!" Jeanette shouted.

Theodore pulled his hood over his head and then tripped down the stairs, rolling away in his cookie costume.

As soon as they were all gone, the girl ventriloquist doll removed her wooden dummy head. A laughing Ms. Croner was underneath.

"Do you think we scared them enough?" She asked me.

I high fived her. "Whattya mean "we?" This was all you."

"Nonsense." She reached down to pat my head. "You came up with the idea."

I grinned. "Oh, right." I leaned against her house. "I bet that'll keep them from taking advantage of you every Halloween."

"I hope so." The old woman gestured to her door. "Would you like to come inside for some cider?"

"You betcha!" I hurried inside, but not before letting out one last cackle. "MWAHAHAHAHAHA!"

As I sipped my cider with my friend, I wondered if the others would even realize I was missing. Probably not, given my strange psychic invisibility powers. I couldn't WAIT to sneak up on them later and scare them again. Because, well, if I'm gonna be shackled with a power that makes EVERYONE ignore me, I may as well find ways to have fun with it, right?

ME: Oh Eleanor. Always with the fun little twists.

ELEANOR: You knew what you were getting into when you let me write.

SIMON: And now back to Alvin. Alvin?….ALVIN!

ALVIN 2.0: Can't an exhausted kid finish his pizza!?

ME: It's time for you to write the second deleted scene from Let's Get Metaphysical Part 1.

JEANETTE: I really love this one. It's adorable.

ALVIN 2.0: And bittersweet.

THEODORE: Bittersweet can be a nice flavor sometimes.

ELEANOR: Are ya talkin' literally or figuratively?

THEODORE: Both.

BRITTANY: Is this the Mini Munks Alvin one?

ME: Yup. That's it.

ALVIN 2.0: This scene takes place around the same time I meet the other era Alvins. Actually, right after they all leave. So there's only three characters in this scene. Me, Karma, and Mini Munks Alvin.

SIMON: I look forward to seeing how this will turn out with prose added.

ME: Finish this set off, 2.0! I believe in you!

MINI MUNK MAYHEM

Alvin 2.0's POV

As the four alternative versions of me left, I tried to clear my head. I needed to know exactly what this Karma lady was up to. Why did she want me? What was she gonna do with me?

I was about to approach her when a FIFTH Alvin crossed my path. He was about the same height as I was (maybe a little taller) and he wore a red jersey with a lowercase yellow a on it. A dorky looking pirate hat adorned his head and an eyepatch covered his left eye.

He poked me in the ribs with his plastic sword.

"Ow!" I uttered.

How old was this kid? He seemed younger than me. Or maybe I was just forgetting what it was like to be a preteen?

"We play?" The strange Alvin asked.

I took a glance back at Karma. She was writing on her clipboard and observing the two of us. I guess this meant she WANTED me to interact with the weird puppet-style Alvin. Actually, I didn't care what SHE wanted, I was going to play with him regardless. He seemed fun.

"Sure can." I told my new friend. "Who are you?"

He poked me with the plastic sword again. "I'm a piwate!"

I humored his wild imagination. "You sure are. And a pretty cute pirate too." Ah, the innocence of childhood. I missed it. "But what do they call you when you aren't a pirate?"

"Supah Alfin!" He grinned.

"Anything else?" I pressed, hoping for a different answer.

The chipmunk tapped on his pirate hat. "Mini Munks Alfin." He finally announced. "That the name she call me." He pointed to the blonde woman in the black dress.

Aha! So that's his means of identification. Stupendous!

"It's nice to meet ya, kid. I'm Alvin 2.0." I introduced myself politely. "I hope you don't mind my asking. How old are you?"

"I'm fouwr." He announced, holding up all the fingers on his right hand. He only had four, not five. He was similar to 80s Alvin in that respect.

I smiled at the younger kid. "I'm nine and a half. Practically ten." I said.

"Whooooah! You're a gwown up!" His blue eyes were shining.

I chuckled nervously. "Ten years old isn't really THAT grown up."

"Do you still know how to play?" The mini munk gave me a cheeky grin.

What a loaded question. Theoretically, yes. But when was the last time I actually engaged in any imaginative play? Too far away to remember. Oh! Wait! Maybe not THAT far away. Just….several months.

"Yeah. I played superheroes with my brothers and the Chipettes in November." And it was now…July.

"Draw your dueling sword!" He commanded, waving the plastic sword and jumping all over the place.

Where was I supposed to find one of those?

Oh, wait, I was dreaming! I could just create one out of thin air. I focused hard and a gold version of Mini Munks Alvin's plastic sword materialized before me. I reached out and grabbed it.

"Do your worst, landlubber!" I bellowed. "I'll make you walk the plank." I hadn't played pirates in ages and I feared I was horribly rusty.

Mini Munks Me didn't seem to mind. We dueled with our swords and trash talked each other for a bit.

"I'm gonna get ya!" He taunted.

"Shiver me timbers!" I exclaimed.

He dodged my attack again. "Miss me! Miss me! I the most fearsome piwate effer!"

Gosh, I missed this. He was so endearing! He represented a kind of innocence that I'd never possess again. Interacting with him reminded me a little of interacting with Warbie. How bittersweet was this?

I made a mental note to PLAY more this summer. School would be back in session before I knew it and then my chances to play would be slim. I needed to take advantage.

I was lost in the joy of my imagination until Karma stepped between the two of us and made our swords disappear with a snap of her fingers.

"That's enough now. Alvin 2.0 needs to come with me." She announced in a calm and measured tone.

I gulped. "Well, uh, it was fun while it lasted."

Mini Munks Alvin clung to me desperately. "Pwease, don't go. I will miss you so much."

"I'm sorry, kiddo." I adjusted his pirate hat, which was slipping off his head. Then, I tried to pry him off of me. "She's got big plans for me. I'm not sure what they are, but they seem important."

"Oh…" The emotional boy retreated. "Hope they are fun plans."

"Me too." I gulped again. Something told me they'd be anything BUT fun.

The toddler chipmunk scampered over to poke at Karma's leg. "Lalu, can I have my sword back? Pwease?"

The woman snapped her fingers and his sword reappeared. "Thank you for asking so nicely. And please, call me Karma."

"You have many names." He giggled, swishing the sword.

"I sure do." Karma ushered the puppet-like toddler boy away in the same direction the other Alvins had gone.

I stared up at her. "So, are you gonna tell me what's going on? Or is letting me spin more entertaining to you?" I demanded, sounding more like a teen than a nine or ten year old.

"Walk with me." She instructed calmly. "All will be explained soon enough."

I rolled my eyes and followed her. My mind drifted back to Mini Munks Me. I wished I had more time to spend playin' pirates with him. My inner child needed to be nurtured. He was unhappy with my full schedules and rigorous study. Being Alvin 2.0 was HARD work. Maybe Karma had a way to make it easier!

ALVIN 2.0: There ya go. It wasn't that much, but it would have been cool to include him.

THEODORE: Yay! We finished another set of 4! How many are left?

SIMON: You don't want to know.

JEANETTE: So there were originally 40. We've knocked out 12 so far.

THEODORE: Aw man. I thought we were farther than that.

BRITTANY: We're never going to get these all written out.

ME: Don't say that! Of course we will!

ELEANOR: Can I write another one?

ME: I'm not entirely sure which ones are going in the next chapter yet. I can't promise anything.

ALVIN 2.0: We all hope ya enjoyed more behind the scenes content! I certainly enjoyed the break from the huge mess that is the meds fic.

SIMON: I knew you were doing this to escape from that.

ME: Bad news, Alvin.

ALVIN 2.0: What?

ME: We might start writing chapter 6 of the meds fic on Friday.

ALVIN 2.0: (Siiiiigh) At least I get Thursday off.

ME: Bye for now! The Chipmunks, Chipettes and I have gotta relax and take it easy.

JEANETTE: And enjoy the weather! Whenever our allergies permit it!

ELEANOR: Have an awesome day…or night, everyone!