The Unlikely Hero - Alvin and the Chipmunks Fanfic
Written (mainly) by Tal (Lord Narf)
Credits to Allie, Andrew, and Felicity for helping me write it.  You know who you are.  ;)

Teaser:  Fritzie, as a dog, lives a dull and uneventful life.  But when she wins a contest to meet the 'world-famous' Chipmunks, her life gets thrown into a rollercoaster when an unexpected chain of events unfolds, literally, on her timing.

A/N:  Hey there guys.  Well, this is the first time I seriously wrote a full story, and I'm kind of excited about it.  I just wasnt expecting a few things.  Firstly, that my first complete story was actually a fanfic, instead of an original storyline.  Secondly, that this story was based off a cartoon that I lacked even really knowing about as a kid.  Another thing, that I wrote the fanfic to cleverly have songs in it.  And finally, that I would base my first fanfic off of a role play, which is something I also, never truly done before.  XD

Now read this.  When you get to a song, I will provide a link to the song so that you can hear it while you are reading it.  When you get to the link, where I will outline key song somewhere in there, be sure to RIGHT CLICK the link, and go to open in a new window, or new tab if you are using a more current version of Internet Explorer/Firefox.  All the song links go directly to YouTube.  If you dont trust the links I encoded in there, I will put the link itself in text format up in parenthesis so that you can manually open it in a new window.  I'll have the lyrics in the story, along with the actions, so that you can (sort of) get an idea what the 'music video' would look like.  If a character actually sings the song, there will be a name where the lyrics belong to.

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Example:
[Character Name  (Back-up Singers)]
Lyrics to the song go here. (Background singers sing these)
Additional lyrics go here if the character sings it.

Insert any character's actions here.

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Oh, and if you are a slower reader, please, I advise you to read the story bit of it that goes along with the song first before you read it with the music.  The last thing that I want is for you to get lost.  In fact, listening to the songs are totally optional to begin with.  However, if you listen to the song with the blurb, it makes much more sense as you can get the emotion that I'm trying to draw out.

Oh, and one final thing with the songs.  I realize that some of the songs that I chose were not the original intent by the song writer.  For example, one of the songs in my story is a song about a guy breaking up with a 'cold hearted' girlfriend.  I worked the song in, instead, to show a character directing anger to another character in a non-relationship manner.  When you get to that part, and if you remember what I'm saying right now, you will understand exactly which song I am talking about.

Anyways, cheers, enjoy the story.  ^^

-Narf

[------------------------Prologue:  The Contest-----------------------]

"Hey, Dave?"  Alvin said, tugging on Dave's shirt, Simon and Theodore closely behind him.

"Yes, Alvin?"  Dave said irritabtly.

"How would you feel about-"

"No."  Dave said sternly.  He didn't want to be bothered with whatever Alvin was thinking today.  He just wanted to finish writing his song.

"Geez Dave,"  Alvin said glumly, "you could at least let me finish my sentence before saying no."

Dave raised an eyebrow.  He had been interrupting Alvin a lot lately before he could finish asking him for things lately.  He let out a heavy sigh.  "Sorry, Alvin.  I have been having a hard time writing songs lately, and I have one due in a few days.  Can you ask me some other time?"

Alvin on the other hand didn't want to hear it this time.  "No, Dave.  I'm sick of you cutting me off every time I need to ask you something!  All I wanted was permission to go to the freaking store!"

Theodore's eyes begged a little bit.  He didn't like the fact that Dave was so impatient lately.  "Yeah, Dave.  You told us that we can't go anywhere without asking you.  Why even bother if you're going to cut us off like that?"

Dave sighed again.  He knew they were right.  "Listen, I'm sorry fellas.  It's just been a rough few weeks.  I cant seem to get a good match."

"Well, why don't you take a break?"  Simon interjected.  Dave basically locked himself into the house's recording studio for the last three weeks.  "I'm sure if you take your mind off of it, something will come out naturally."

"Yeah, Dave, we don't like to see you so nerve-racked."  Theodore said in chorus.

"Or so freaking impatient!"  Alvin whined out.

"Alvin, cool it with the language."  Dave groaned, putting his head in his hand over the keyboard.

Alvin shot a glare at Dave.  He sat down against the wall and pouted.

"Okay, here guys, I'll make it up to you.  We'll have a contest."  Dave said, getting up from the keyboard and walking relatively sleepily out of the recording studio.  Alvin perked up immediately.

"A contest!?"  Alvin jumped up and grinned.  "Wait.  What kind of contest are we talking about here?"

"We'll have one of your and your brother's fans stay here for a week.  How about that."  Dave said smugly, looking over his shoulder.  He knew that this would silence Alvin for a little bit, but he also knew that Alvin was going to hold him to it.  The boys' eyes lit up.

"Really?  You would do that for us?"  Alvin said, his eyes becoming big.

"Sure, you guys have the whole week off for memorial day this year, why not have it then.  It will make the rest of the school year by then fly by.

"Wow that sounds awesome!"  Simon and Theodore said in unison.  Alvin on the other hand kicked the side of the couch lightly.  Dave frowned.

"And why are you upset now, Alvin."  Dave grumbled, raising an eyebrow.

"Dave, it's February."  Alvin said as a matter of factly.

"Well, we can't just pick a winner overnight.  We have to give at least a good two month's entry time."  Dave said sternly, covering his face with one of his hands.  Alvin nodded.

"Okay, makes sense."  Alvin said, a touch disappointed, but happy none the less.  "So, can we go to the store?"  Alvin asked again, looking up and flashing a grin at Dave.

"Okay, but this time guys, don't come back with four days worth of snacks."  Dave said, looking particularly at Theodore.  "I don't want you boys to just eat snacks, I want you guys to eat dinner too."

"We promise Dave!"  Alvin said, running out the door and hopping onto his shiny red mongoose.  He rode the bike around the driveway in a tight circle, waiting for his brothers to come outside.

Theodore walked outside with Simon and looked around the yard.  "Do you think Dave meant it?"  Theodore asked Simon naively.

"Well, if he didn't, Alvin is going to make sure he did, so I can safely say yes."  Simon said with a grin on his face.  He liked the idea of meeting a new person, he just hoped that the winner was someone intelligent instead of some goof that Alvin would want to cause mischief with, or that Theodore would just cook with.  Most of their fans that they meet were usually biased to one of them without a chance of really meeting the other two.

Theodore giggled.  "I hope that he's real friendly."

Simon raised an eyebrow.  "What if the winner is a girl?"

"That's impossible!"  Alvin yelled out across the driveway.  "Dave wouldn't let a girl visit us for a week!"

Simon rolled his eyes.  "That's not true, you just don't want to have a girl as a winner!"

Theodore giggled again.  "If a girl wins, I hope she's real friendly then."

"Theodore a girl is not going to win!"  Alvin yelled out.

Simon tossed a ball at Alvin, hitting Alvin in the arm.  "It's a fair contest.  If a girl wins, well then we will just have to adjust accordingly."

Alvin frowned.  "I don't want to end up doing girly stuff!"

"What happens if the girl is a tomboy?"  Simon said, raising an eyebrow.  Alvin touched his lip with a finger.

"What's a tomboy?"  Theodore asked.

"It means that its a girl that acts like a guy."  Simon replied.

"Okay, fine.  I hope either a guy or a tomboy wins!"  Alvin yelled out.  "Now come on, lets go to the store already!  I want to get me some Mountain Dew."

Simon rolled his eyes.  He knew that they all had their taste in who could win this, he just hoped that the winner was something everyone could agree on.

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It was a hot and muggy May morning in Florida.  May was normally the perfect time of year in many places, but where I lived, hell, you could fry an egg on the side of the road, and the humidity made it hard to breathe outside.

I woke up slowly, it was two in the afternoon, so I slept off much of the day.  I rubbed my eyes and looked up.  A dog playing on the computer... what the hell, was I dreaming?

"Morning, bro."  Fritzie said, looking to the side and giggling.  I blinked stupidly looking at my nine year old dog Fritzie.  She was a wire-haired fox terrier, a little big for her breed, with neatly trimmed short wavy hair.  The fur on her face and arms were a whitish orange, steel blue on her back, and various other spots of color that would be a little bit hard to describe.

After rubbing my eyes, I realized where my head was... what an awkward dream.  Something about dogs tackling chipmunks?  A new job opportunity?  Fritzie a national hero?  It didn't make any sense to me, but I at least got a new job rather than my irritating fast food job.  Jobs were far and few, but now that I finally got myself a car, it was time to slowly start looking for a new one.  Course, I was comfortable with what I had, despite how much of a roller coaster it was.

"Oh, morning Fritzie."  I said groggily, looking around my tiny six by seven foot room.  My bed took up almost half of the room, and my computer set-up took up much of the rest.  "Why are you on the computer?"

Fritzie was anthropomorphic for about a year and a half now.  I remember when it first happened, she got extremely sick, but when she came out of it, she started walking on two feet and changing shape slightly.  She learned how to talk, and do advanced stuff, like high school math, and english, thanks to my tutoring.  She still had many qualities of a normal dog, exceptional hearing, good sense of smell, and when she is in normal dog form, she ran at a very good clip.  Yes, she can freely morph between forms.  Kind of odd to witness, but I didn't care.  She gets quite a reaction though when she's in public, so she didn't do it very often there.  If she was by herself though, she was anthropic.

"Just checking the weather.  The heat today is killing me."  Fritzie groaned, staring at the National Weather Service homepage for the Tampa Bay area.  "It's going to be in the mid nineties today."

"Heh, that's nothing new."  I said, throwing on some clothes that were in a heap in my closet.  "Any chance of rain today?"  I asked, stealing a brief glance at the computer screen before going to check the mailbox.

"Eh, twenty percent, the usual."  Fritzie sighed.  Even being a very special dog, life was quite uninteresting.  She didn't have any friends, except for some unsuspecting people she talked to online while I'm at work or when I'm sleeping.

That's why I entered her into a contest.  She was reluctant to go with me to the store that day, but something about it seemed worthy.

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I giggled a little bit.  Fritzie looked over at me with a glare.

"What's so funny?" she asked, rolling her eyes.

"You don't HAVE to smell the letter.  If it's inked, its genuine."

"Theres lots of things I can learn about this letter that you could never be able to comprehend.  And it's real alright.  I can smell very well groomed, um, animals of the sort."  Fritzie said, putting a finger to her lip trying to explain it.  There was no way to explain what a Chipmunk smelled like.  "Whats most important about smelling this letter, is that I could track the smell from a fair distance away."

"Fritzie, you are going to Los Angeles."  I pointed out.

"What's your point?"  Fritzie grumbled, typing the address into Google Earth.

"You cant track a small scent in an entire CITY."

"I know that.  I mean it will help when I actually am close."  she said defensively.  She had two weeks to get ready for her trip.  She looked around in the envelope and noticed one plane ticket, round trip, and a photograph of a house.  On the back of it, it said 'our house' scribbled messily on the back of it.  She frowned.  "And it looks like I'm going to have to find it myself, anyways."

I looked blankly at her.  She flashed the single ticket.  I groaned loudly.  What I realized then was that I should have signed the optional 'guardian' line, but must have forgotten about it in the heat of the moment.  I froze.

"You are NOT going by yourself, I'm sorry hun."  I said, looking at her.  The ticket was in her name.

"And you have the money to get a ticket to fly to California this late in the game?  Your card maxes out before you can even buy the whole ticket!  And you cant afford to leave work for a week anyways."

"Is there a number I can call?"  I asked, looking around the envelope.  This idea was over.  No number.  Crap, whatever happened to RSVP?

"Aw, come on Tal, I'll be fine.  Besides, I've been tested for allergic reactions, even someone with a severe reaction to dogs aren't allergic to me!"

"That's not what I'm concerned about."

"I can obey traffic laws-"

"No!"  I said abruptly.

"What about what you promised me, about showing the world who's boss?"  she pleaded.  I stopped for a second and remembered what I said back in March.

"Mom said 'your dog, your responsibility' to me.  I wanted you to enter this contest in the first place, and now that you agree with me, I think it's time you showed the world who's boss."  I said, patting her on the shoulder as we pulled into the gas station where I got the flier.

I balled up a fist.  I was surprised that she remembered that.  I looked over my shoulder, she had an eagerly jumpy look, like that she wanted to go through with this.  She certainly wasn't the dog that she was when she was well... a dog.

"I want you to trust me, Tal."  Fritzie said, her warm brown eyes begging into my greenish blue eyes.

Mom stepped into the room.  "If she wants to do this, let her."

I spun around so fast that I almost decked my mom one.  I wasn't expecting her to sneak up on me.  I warmly grasped her and grinned.  "Sorry, didn't mean to spin around like that, you scared me."  She gave me a hug.

"If you can get her some gadgets, I'm sure she can find her way."  I blinked stupidly.

"But I thought you were totally against it?"  I asked.  Mom shook her head.

"I thought you were all out for it.  Your old mom can surprise you."  she said nodding, then bowing out of the room.  Fritzie looked back at me with a huge grin.

"Please?"  she asked softly.

I sighed.  I didn't realize how hard of a decision this was.  "Let's get you a cell phone and a GPS road map."

Fritzie bounced up and down in excitement.  Off to Walmart!

I bought the top of the line GPS system that they had, and a prepaid phone with four hours worth of minutes.  I thought that the phone was pretty cool though, because it was a flip phone with a camera on it.  It would give Fritzie something to do when she was bored, and she could take pictures while she was there.  She was very social, so I'm sure she could sneak in a few pictures just for laughs.

Fritzie looked at me excitedly.  She wanted to know how to use everything before we even rung the stuff up.  When we got home, I showed her.

"Tal, this GPS tracker is a little difficult to see."  she said, peering into the GPS dumbly.

I looked at it and frowned.  "What do you mean you cant see it?"

"I didn't say I couldn't see it, I can see it perfectly fine.  What I cant make out is directions."

"Do you need glasses or something?"  I asked.  That would be kind of funny looking, her with glasses.  Fritzie kicked me.

"I can see details perfectly fine."  she growled, pointing out a squirrel crossing the road down the street.  See, there's a squirrel down the street.  The point is, I cant make heads or tails on where to go, it's all the same color!"

That didn't occur to me.  Fritzie was colorblind, or well, mainly colorblind.  She could see some color, it was just very dull and washed out, and she couldn't rattle off any names.  I sighed.

"Well, all of the GPS systems run in color.  Either that, or else they are too vague and even the smartest humans couldn't make heads or tails out of it."  I said, taking the GPS and looking for a grayscale option.  I found one, but then I couldn't make heads or tails out of it that easily.  "This better?"

Fritzie took the GPS from my hand again and blinked puzzlingly into it.  "A little bit."  Not the answer I was hoping for.

"Well, it will just have to do."  I said reluctantly, punching the address from the envelope into the GPS tracker's computer.  Amazingly it was only about ten miles from the airport.  It also left a perfectly visible path from the airport to the Chipmunks place.

Now I wished though, that I could call to have this "Dave Seville" pick Fritzie up from the airport.  Fritzie looked at me worriedly.  She knew that I was eating at my mind trying to compromise a solution.

"Tal, even if I'm a minority, I'm bound to find someone at the airport.  This virus that I happened to catch is pretty new, so most dogs are only eleven or twelve years old max, any dogs older than that would have probably died upon catching it, so I'm bound to run into someone that can help."

I looked at her funny.  She backed up a little bit with a touch of fear showing up in her face.  "Why are you looking at me like that?"  she asked, taking another step back.

"Thats a crazy idea... but it might work."  Alright, let's do it.



[-------------------Chapter 2:  Drive to the Airport------------------]

The morning of the day of her flight started off bleary.  I wasn't used to getting up at six in the morning, but Fritzie began poking me.

"Dude, come on, we don't want to miss the flight."  Fritzie said eagerly, poking me continuously.  I tried to wave away Fritzie's poking, and it worked for a second.  Until she gave me dog kisses.

I woke up and brushed the slobber off my face, Fritzie was in an uproar of giggles.  I batted her an eye.  She shrugged innocently.

"You left me no choice, my dear."  she said innocently, giving me one of her cute looks.  I rolled my eyes and rolled up out of bed.

I looked at her.  She looked ridiculous with two pairs of shirts on and her jeans looked baggier than they normally did.  I shook my head and went into the bathroom to shave and get a quick shower.

When I got done with that, I looked at her on the computer.  She was checking the weather for both Orlando, where her flight was to depart, and Los Angeles County.  She was going to Hollywood Hills.

"Why aren't you packed?"  I asked stupidly, looking around the room noticing no luggage.  Fritzie looked at me as if I asked a dumb question.

"I AM packed."  she said, as a matter of factly.  I shook my head again.  I was still half asleep.

"You mean, all you are bringing is what you are wearing?"  I asked stupidly.  Sometimes, I forgot that she was just a dog.  "At least bring another pair of jeans or something."

"I'm wearing another shirt and a pair of shorts underneath this."  she said, pulling out her pair of basketball shorts out from underneath her jeans.  The shorts were originally mine, but I outgrew them many years ago.

"No more extra clothes?  No toothbrush, no nothing?"  I asked groggily.

"Tal, I'm a DOG."  she said, rolling her eyes.  "All I need is just the clothes I'm wearing, the GPS, cell phone, the plane ticket, the letter I received in the mail, my wallet with identifications and clarifications, and my MP3 player."

"Oh, okay."  I said sleepily, then made a double take at her.  "Wait, that's not YOUR MP3 player, it's mine."  I said, raising an eyebrow.  She sighed loudly.

"What am I going to do during the flight?"  she asked me.  I rolled my eyes.

"I don't know, read a magazine?"  I said, looking at Fritzie dumbly.  Fritzie rolled her eyes at me back.

"They're outdated!"  she protested.  I sighed and slumped forward a little bit.

"Fine, just don't break it!"  I said dryly, getting my clothes on.  I had to be at least permitted to walk with Fritzie to the gate before she left.

We left the house at about 6:30.  I never drove to Orlando before, and her flight was at 9:15, so I had to leave as early as I could to get there.  I knew that Fritzie would arrive in LA sometime around 3:30 my time.  Given time that she would find her way there around 5:00, I would get the phone call... while I was at work.  I didn't realize it at first, because I forgot that California was three hours behind us.  I will just have to go home during my break, I was working until closing that night, which is at 1:30 in the morning.  Couldn't call out of this shift either, I needed the hours.

After a frustrating two hour drive, Fritzie and I arrived at the airport.  Fritzie was covering her ears and cowering.  I raised an eyebrow.

"What's the matter?  Too loud?"  I asked, as a plane roared overhead.  Fritzie nodded very quickly.  I pulled out a handful of cotton balls.  Before I could even finish taking it out of the glove compartment, she seized the bad and began putting several of them in her ears.  When the din was at a satisfying low, she nodded in agreement and gave me a thumbs up.

"Much better."  she commented, winking.

"Can you still hear me?"  I asked dryly.  She nodded.

"Yep yep.  Perfectly fine.  I cant hear any whispers, but I can hear you great."  she said happily, getting out of the car.  We got lucky and found a parking spot right out front.

The airport itself was kind of confusing.  I took a brochure map, and followed the guidelines to the receptionist was for her gate block.

The receptionist looked very bored, but when she saw me and well, Fritzie, she looked dumbly over at us.

"Hi there, I'm checking Fritzie here in for her flight,"  I meekly said, looking the receptionist square in the eye.  I leaned on the desk, hoping for none of that 'uhh, your dog, sir' crap.

"Where is she?"  the receptionist said, looking around the waiting room.  My stare turned cold very fast.  I picked her up gently, and looked at her again.  She sighed.  "Oh, is that her?"  she said boredly.  Fritzie immediately began pulling out her three forms of identification.

"Okay, listen lady, I don't have the time for the usual rudeness I get on a daily basis.  Here's my social security card, my ID, and my immunization and allergenic records."  Fritzie said boredly, and flipping over the immunization and allergenic records card.  "I do not cause allergic reactions in any humans, and I am well behaved.  If you would like to do a background check, go right ahead.  I knew that this was going to happen today, and came well prepared for it."

The lady blinked stupidly.  "You talk?"  she said dryly and in surprise at the same time.  Fritzie began growling.

"How rude!"  she said crossly.  Just then, another dog came out from inside the room behind the receptionist.

"Elizabeth, please,"  the dog pleaded.  He appeared to be some sort of security guard of some sort.  "How hard is it to accept the fact that some dogs are very talented, especially if you WORK with one."

"Sorry Paul."  the receptionist, er, Elizabeth said dryly.  Paul clenched a fist slightly, but softened up.  I kind of blinked dumbly.  Paul looked at me and frowned.

"Um, excuse me, don't mind me."  Fritzie did say something about a possibility of meeting another dog like her here.  "I'm just a little surprised that we could find someone to shed light on our current predicament, so to say.  Forgive me for the look."  I said shyly.  Paul seemed to perk up.

"You don't know that kind of sympathy unless you're friends with one.  I can understand.  I'm just so used to the 'but you're a dog' bit.  That and also people seem to think I'm some kind of translator."  Paul said firmly.  Fritzie giggled.  "Anyways, since this happens a few times a day and my co-worker doesn't seem to want to give into acceptance just yet, I'll run you through to make sure.  My manager and I apologize about any inconveniences."

"Not a problem," I replied happily, "I was expecting tons of flack instead.  You are everything I could have hoped for."

Paul smiled.  "Thank you."  he mouthed out silently to me.  I nodded.

Within no time at all, he came back with an approval letter.

"Here, Fritzie, you are going to need this.  This is for certified approval for your future flights if need be.  This is also certification to ride the Los Angeles transit system."  he said, winking at Fritzie.  "Basically, this is a governmental approval stating that if they don't oblige, they will lose their job."

I stared wide-eyed.  It was a total relief that this would work out MUCH smoother than I thought.  Well, there goes the car-surfing idea that I thought she would try to pull.

Fritzie began bouncing up and down.  "I could totally hug you right now!"  Paul laughed and stooped down a little bit.  Paul was my height, six foot.  Fritzie was only about three foot ten.  Fritzie ran up and nearly glomped him.

"Thank you so much again, Fritzie can now go and enjoy her vacation."  I said happily, walking with her to the gate.

"Where, might I ask, are you going?"  Paul asked sheepishly.  Fritzie was twenty minutes early for her flight.

Fritzie rolled her eyes up to the ceiling.  She didn't know how to put it without creating a large stir.  "Visiting some cool friends."  she said confidently.  Paul smiled.

"Thank you and enjoy your flight, ma'am."  he said, and walked off to back where the office was.  The receptionist lady still gave Fritzie a stupid look.  Fritzie blew her a raspberry, much against my will, and walked over to gate 15A.

Before I let her through the gate, I had to ask her one final time, "Are you sure you want to go with this?"

Fritzie jumped up and gave me a hug, and a few dog kisses.  Why here?

"I'll be alright, I promise.  Better get going, big brother, I'm sure you want another nap before work today!"  she said cheerily, checking her pockets to make sure that everything was there.  I handed her the plane ticket and the the certification that she sort of 'gave to me' when she hugged me.

"Don't you dare forget to call me.  I am going to call you when I get on break from work if you don't!  I kind of figured last minute that you probably wont arrive by the time I go to work today!"  I called to her, as she began walking through the gate.

"Alright, I love ya, see you in a week and a half!"  she called back, getting herself ready to board.

She was finally free to go to meet a few new friends... she hoped.

When she finally boarded the plane and got comfortable; the seats were first class, she took the cotton balls out of her ears briefly and stuck the MP3 player in her ears.  She then turned the volume on really low and began drifting off to the sound of Metallica's song 'Orion.'



[----------------------Chapter 3:  The Morning Of---------------------]

Dave looked sleepily over at the Alarm clock.  7:59.  He rolled over and plopped his head into another pillow.  He knew he had to get up at eight this morning, but he didn't quite want to.  Sleeping sounded too nice right about-

"Beep beep beep beep beep!"  alerted the alarm clock.  He had a restful night's sleep, but he wanted to get some more.  The boys could be such trouble sometimes, so he just wanted to rest the whole day off.  He almost drifted back off to sleep, when he realized that today was the first day of memorial day week for the boys.

I guess he better make some breakfast for the boys then.  He wanted them to be bright and ready for the day ahead.

He hadn't forgotten about the competition.  After he finished writing the song, which he got it with a day to spare, he began right away about preparing for the competition... but not without Alvin's pressure.

Though after a few weeks into the contest, Simon and Alvin almost completely forgotten about it already.  Theodore on the other hand, although quiet, never forget about it.  It almost became his and Dave's secret surprise.

He got up, and began preparing a nice hearty breakfast for the boys; bacon and eggs, blueberry toast, and some fruit.

"Morning Dave."  Theodore said, rounding the corner.  He didn't sound very tired at all.

"Why, morning Theodore.  I'm a little surprised to see you up so early."  Dave said, looking cheerfully at the little green clad chipmunk.  Theodore smiled and looked into Dave's eyes.

"Hehe,"  he giggled, "I couldn't sleep much since about seven this morning.  I just couldn't help it, I'm excited!"

Dave went back to scrambling the eggs.  Inside his heart, he knew that Theodore would be the one most excited about the visit, but he was expecting Alvin to be the one raving about it.  In fact, he was expecting Alvin to wake him up, and not his alarm clock.

"Where's Alvin and Simon?"

"Oh, they're still sleeping.  Want me to wake them up?"  Theodore asked, heading out of the kitchen.

"Yes, please.  If you don't mind of course."  Dave said.  

Theodore took a few steps, but then turned around and poked his head around the corner.  "Oh, and Dave, don't remind them about today, I want it to be a surprise if they forgotten."  Dave laughed a little and nodded.

Theodore walked up the stairs.  He quietly opened the door, and shook Simon awake gently.  He knew Simon was easier to wake up, and it would at least save some of the fury of having Alvin wake up.

"Hum, wha?"  Simon said sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

"Wake up, Simon, Dave's making breakfast."  he said cheerily.  He sat down on the edge of Simon's bed and handed him his large oval glasses.  Simon blinked for a second.

"You're eager about something today."  Simon said in mid yawn.  "What are you so hopped up about?"

"Why not?  It's a nice day outside."  Theodore said, getting off the bed.

Now Simon knew in the back of his mind that Theodore was the one that would sleep the latest of the three.  Alvin usually spend much of the five minutes or so arguing, but Theodore would fall back asleep right through the argument and Simon would have to wake him up again.  Something was itching at Theodore but he didn't want to say it.  He rolled his eyes, and threw on his blue t-shirt and a pair of navy blue jeans.  It was a little too early to put his over-sized blue turtle-neck sweater.

Theodore on the other hand though was fully dressed.  He was wearing a green tee shirt and a pair of dull green shorts underneath his wider but shorter green turtle-neck.

Simon then began rubbing Alvin awake.  At first Alvin swatted Simon's hand away, but then he began groaning a little bit.

"Aww come on, it's Saturday, can't you give me some common decency to sleep?"  Alvin groaned.  Theodore and Simon rolled their eyes.

"I wanted to sleep a little late too, but Theodore woke me up.  Apparently, Dave is making us breakfast right now too, so something's up."  Simon replied sternly.  Theodore giggled a little bit.

Alvin rolled over to take a look at the clock next to his night stand.  He groaned even louder.

"It's not even nine!  Come on!"  Alvin said groggily.  He didn't like being awakened this early on a Saturday.  The could have at least waited until nine or something.

"Fellas!  Breakfast is ready!"  Dave called from downstairs.  The room began to fill with the aroma of bacon and blueberries.

Theodore looked out the door wide-eyed.  The house smelled absolutely great.  Normally, this would be his call out of bed in the morning, but he didn't realize that the house smelled this good.  He quickly shot a look at Alvin before he ran down the steps.  If a little friendly competition would work to get Alvin out of bed in a huff, it was worth a try.

"Alvin, if you don't come downstairs in the next five minutes, I'll eat your breakfast!"  he said giggling, almost running down the steps towards the kitchen.

Alvin stared out the door to their room with a wounded expression.  He could actually believe Theodore would eat his breakfast.  He hurriedly threw on his signature red turtle-neck with the huge letter 'A' on it and ran down the stairs faster than Simon could figure out what was going on.

When Dave saw Alvin run down the stairs in a huff and laughed.  He knew Theodore wouldn't eat Alvin's breakfast, today was too good of a day to do that.  He wasn't particularly mad at Alvin anyways.

"What's so funny?"  Alvin asked, looking around the kitchen dumbly.  Theodore laughing too.

"What, did you actually think I would eat your breakfast Alvin?"  Theodore said in between laughs.  Simon casually walked past Alvin and sat at the table.  Alvin balled up a fist.

"Yes."  Alvin said dryly, unclenching his fist and taking a seat at the table.  Simon chuckled a little bit too.  Theodore had as much food as both Alvin and Simon combined.

"Easy now, boys, you have a pretty big day ahead of you... well... at least Theodore does anyways."  Dave said cheerfully, serving the boys and then taking a seat at the table.

Alvin and Simon couldn't quite figure out what Dave meant by 'big day' but they knew Dave was fishing up something.  Alvin looked at Simon and raised an eyebrow.  Simon just shrugged.

"What's so special about today, if you don't mind me asking."  Simon asked, confused.  Theodore's eyes narrowed a little bit.  Simon forgot completely, and he was not about to let him know either.  This would be his surprise then.

Alvin kind of nodded in agreeance.  "Yeah, Dave, really.  Why breakfast at nine in the morning?"

Theodore began laughing again.  He was pretty convinced both of them forgot.  "Well, I'm going to be doing a little bit of baking with Eleanor today, and Dave was making breakfast, so I woke you guys up.  I don't know what Dave's thinking though."  he said cheerfully.  He loved baking with Eleanor.  Simon and Alvin on the other hand, dropped their heads to the table.  Theodore blinked.

"Fine, what are you making us do?"  Alvin grumbled.  Dave began laughing again.

"What's wrong with making a nice breakfast for you guys, its a nice day outside."  Dave replied, obviously not happy with the boy's responses.  They really must have forgotten about the competition.

"I'd rather be studying that go outside."  Simon said as a matter of factly, digging into his scrambled eggs with bacon.  The boys weren't much of meat eaters, but they still did eat it.

"And I would rather be sleeping right now!"  Alvin grumbled, furiously wolfing down his food trying to get out of the kitchen and back upstairs.  If he couldn't fall back asleep, he could toy around with his Nintendo DS for a while until later on in the afternoon, when Simon was gone with his studies and Theodore was done cooking.

Theodore sighed a little bit.  Today was starting off just being a normal day, even though it was full of pleasant surprises later.

When everyone was done finishing their meal, Simon immediately went for his computer, and Alvin went upstairs and fumbled around for his hat.  He put it on, and then began searching his room for his DS.  Theodore on the other hand stayed downstairs, cheerful looking until Alvin and Simon were gone, then he sighed pretty loudly.  Dave looked at Theodore worriedly.

"Not what you were hoping for eh?"  he asked, giving Theodore a hug.  Theodore blushed a little bit.

"In my mind, it was what I hoped for, but in my heart... no."  Theodore said glumly.

"I can tell them if you want."  Dave interjected, getting ready to go upstairs.

"No thanks, Dave.  I still want this to be a surprise.  Do you have an idea on who could have won?"  Theodore asked shyly.

Dave thought for a second.  He had a random name generator pick out the winner out of all of the contest entries.  Liberty Records, the company where he wrote his songs to, offered to file the contestants names... well, at least a handful of them.  Cheaply stated, they dumped all of the entry forms into a large room, took five handfuls of names, and shredded the rest.  Then they filed all the names that they picked out and put it into a computer and it selected it from there.  Who would want to go sort out a few hundred thousand entries anyways?

He remembered a name very vaguely.  It sounded European of some sort, but the winner lived in Florida, so he figured that the contestant was at least living in the states.  He didn't bother to buy a second ticket, if the entry would have had a guardian signature, then he would have mailed two tickets, but since the entrant signed the name themselves, he figured that the person was rather mature.  Or if the entrant was a kid, that they would realize their mistake and buy the ticket.  He would pay for it in full after the flight here, but they couldn't have known that.  He realized after he mailed it that he forgot to put a RSVP phone number.  How dumb of him.  He thought about it, but the only detail he could remember was that the winner lived in Florida.

"No, sorry Theodore.  I only seen the winner's name for about two minutes, I couldn't have remembered it this long.  I'm sure you'll get along with whoever it is just fine."  Dave said reassuringly, patting Theodore on the back before Theodore ventured back upstairs.

"I hope so."  Theodore said shyly, walking to the stairs.  Instead of going up them though, he walked into the living room and began watching some of the latest cartoons on TV.



[---------------------Chapter 4:  Where's Eleanor?--------------------]

Theodore finally finished one of his two masterpieces he was going to have ready that day.  It was already nearly one o'clock that afternoon.  He had just gotten done baking a large tray of cookies.  Of course, Theodore had already begun plans to hide the vast majority of the cookies.  He knew that Alvin would eat most of the cookies before the day was over if he didn't, so he had a general idea on where to hide them.  Theodore had an excellent ability to hide food and find it when needed.

Simon was still upstairs doing some research and finishing up his history project.  He liked the idea of getting his homework done early so that he could take the rest of the week off and do some relaxing... well... research.

Alvin was busy deep in thought.  He got bored of his DS around eleven that morning, and was thinking of some schemes for attention, or just for kicks.  With both of his brothers occupied and neither of them willing to stop what they were doing if the world depending on it, he kept discarding one idea after another.  He did like SOME feedback from his brothers, but he didn't want his brothers to steal the show either, so he kept their input minimal.

As Dave entered the kitchen, he noticed that Theodore was standing on the counter top trying to hide the covered plate of cookies on top of one of the cabinets.

"Here, let me help you with that."  Dave said, standing on one of the kitchen chairs and pushing the plate well hidden above the cabinet.  "Hiding these from Alvin I see."

"Yeah, knowing him, he'll eat them all before we even get to meet the mystery guest."  Theodore said quietly, sitting down then sliding off the counter top.  Theodore was smart enough to leave a few cookies on the table for (dominantly) Alvin so that Alvin wouldn't suspect that Theodore made too much.  He took a cookie and nibbled on it, knowing that whatever cookies were here were going to be eaten by Alvin as soon as he came down.  He looked at the cookie with a touch of disappointment.

"Needed a little more salt."  He said, but then shrugged and finished the cookie off fairly quickly.

Dave took a cookie too, and took a fair sized bite.  Normally, Dave stayed away from sweet things, but Theodore and Eleanor's baking was an exception to the rule.  Dave didn't notice anything wrong with the cookies at all.

"They're absolutely fine, Theodore, don't trouble yourself.  You are your own worst critic."  Dave said, taking another moderate sized bite.

Theodore giggled.  "I know, Dave.  They're still good though.  Nobody else would care, especially not-"

Alvin suddenly appeared out of nowhere and ambushed the tray of cookies on the table.

"...Alvin."  Theodore said dryly, finishing his sentence.

"Right on cue."  said Dave, rolling his eyes.

After Alvin wolfed down the rest of the tray almost as suddenly as he appeared, Alvin looked up at the ceiling and put his hand to his mouth.

"Needed a little more salt, Theodore."  Alvin interjected, and went back upstairs.  Theodore growled a little bit.  Dave blinked dumbly and sighed.

"Or... Alvin is."  Dave said with a sigh.  Alvin had no idea what was going on at all today, did he?

Theodore began fumbling around for more flour, muffin mix, and frosting.  He was supposed to bake cupcakes with Eleanor, Eleanor was waiting to do this with him all week.  He was a little disappointed to find out though, that he used up the rest of the flour on the cookies, and the muffin mix had a huge hole in the bottom of the box.

"Hey, Dave?"  Theodore said, pulling the box of muffin mix out of the cupboard and tilted the box.  "We're out of muffin mix, and I used up the last of the flour.  I'm sorry, I thought I had another bag."

"It's okay Theodore, I'll run off to the store and get some for you in just a moment.  Besides, I need to go grocery shopping anyways.  I just wanted to wait a little bit-"

"You don't have to Dave, really-"

"Nah, it's okay.  Don't worry about it, Ill go get some, as well as Alvin a bag of pizza rolls and some other party food.  Will you be alright if I go to the store now?"

"Thank you, Dave!"  Theodore said happily, then the phone rang.

"I GOT IT!"  Alvin yelled from upstairs.  Simon flinched a little bit and spun around to look at Alvin.

"You don't have to yell so loud."  Simon groaned.  Alvin rolled his eyes.

"Just go back to what you were doing, Simon."  Alvin said bluntly, picking up the cordless phone in their room.  "Hello?"

"Oh, hi Alvin, is Theodore there?"  a female chipmunk's voice said over the phone.  It sounded very bubbly and sweet.  Alvin rolled his eyes and got up off the bed.

"Yeah, just a second Eleanor."  Alvin grumbled.  He took the phone out of his ear and trudged downstairs.  He rounded the corner and blatantly shoved the phone at Theodore.  "For you, sire."  he said sarcastically, and trudged back upstairs.  He wasn't getting very far with his plotting and was utterly bored.

"H-hello?"  Theodore said shyly into the phone.

"Hi Theodore!"  Eleanor said happily into the phone.

"Be right back!  I'm going grocery shopping!  All me if it's an EMERGENCY ONLY."  Dave called out loud, briskly getting his coat on and walking out the door.  He wanted to make it back home as fast as he could.

"What's going on?"  Eleanor asked, slightly concerned.

"Oh, nothing.  Dave's going food shopping.  Ran out of flour and muffin mix."  Theodore said shyly.  "Anyways,"  he said, perking up a bit, "I've been waiting for you to call me all day!  Come on, even if we don't have muffin mix, we can still prepare for the little surprise I told you about."

Eleanor looked around her room.  Her room was empty, Miss Miller took Brittany and Jeanette out shopping, so they were nowhere in sight.  "You mean the mystery guest?"  she asked excitedly, twirling one of her blond pigtails.  She loved meeting new people too.

"Yeah!"

"Okay, let me get ready and I'll be over in about twenty minutes."  she said into the phone.  She was a touch concerned about the baking the cupcakes.  Normally when Dave went shopping, he was always gone for way longer than any of them wanted.

"Alright cool, see you soon!"  Theodore giggled into the phone.  He began cleaning up the kitchen, but deciding to leave the empty muffin mix box on the counter top.  Theodore looked into the refrigerator.  It was beginning to clutter up with leftovers.  He wrinkled his nose at the sight of them, and pulled out a ripe red apple.  He wanted something satisfying to nibble on.

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Eleanor looked around the room.  Miss Miller didn't come home yet, and she certainly didn't want to ask for a ride, so she started walking to the Seville's house.

About halfway into the walk though, she began wondering if she should go get the muffin mix and the flour instead.

She looked around the neighborhood.  After a little bit of thought, she decided to head in the opposite direction instead.  She figured that Theodore wouldn't mind if she did him the favor.  She walked inside the house, and quickly grabbed her purse.  She would probably be back before Dave would even come close to getting home.  It didn't occur to her to call Theodore before she left.  She remembered a convenience store a ways down the business district, not the one around the corner but a bit further away, that sold both muffin mix and flour, so she headed out for there.

Just after she left, she took a road that she normally didn't take.  It was somewhat of a shortcut to the business district.  She didn't even notice Miss Miller 'driving' wildly a block away back home, and no one seemed to notice her either.

Close to the first convenience store, she began skipping happily towards the main road.  She knew to be extra careful about going about in town.

What she didn't notice, or really care about, was the dog that walked past her on the other side of the street.

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A/N:  Sorry, I had to cut off the remainder of Chapter 4 because DeviantART has a crappy text space allowance.  Read on to Part 2 for the remainder of Chapter 4.