Well, this is my first AATC fanfic, but I have been meaning to write one for a while. Depending on the number of views I get, I may choose to do more oneshots after this one. However, I'm still uncertain -shrugs-
Anyway, the inspiration for this one was from my sister and this actually did happen, people. I'm represented as Simon, my sister is Alvin and my bro is Theodore and one night my sister got bored and- well, you'll see for yourself.
Even though this really did happen, I rearanged stuff around, made the chipmunks more like their presonalities etc.
Diclaimer: I don't own Alvin, Simon, Theodore, Dave or any of the songs in this chapter ;)
I hope you like it ;)
"Are we going to practise for our next show, or not?" Simon asked irritably.
"Hmm," Alvin said as he put a finger to his lips in thought. "I think not."
The three brothers were sitting on their beds in their room and Simon had just suggested that they should rehearse.
Alvin flopped back onto his bed and stared at the ceiling as if he believed it to be more interesting than anything else around him. "We'll do it later, Simon."
"The shows tomorrow, Alvin," Simon interrupted, folding his arms across his chest.
"And your point is?" Alvin asked, turning his head so he could see his slightly irritated brother.
"My point is that if we don't at least practise the song for tomorrow we're going to humiliate ourselves."
"No way," Alvin said as if the idea was impossible. "I'm way too awesome to do that."
Simon moaned and rolled his eyes in annoyance. Nowadays there was no convincing Alvin to do anything that involved 'work' of any kind (not that it had been any easier before).
"Maybe we should rehearse, Alvin," Theodore said from his sitting position on his bed. "I mean, I want to do well tomorrow."
Alvin simply shrugged and began to stare at the ceiling again.
There was silence for a few minutes between the three brothers before Alvin broke it.
"One little, two little, three little Indians,
Four little, five little, six little Indians,
Seven little, eight little, nine little Indians,
Ten little Indian boys."
Alvin paused for a few seconds upon noticing that Simon was glaring harshly at him. However, this seemed to only provoke him, so he continued.
"Ten little, nine little, eight little chipmunks,
Seven little, six little, five little chipmunks,
Four little, three little, two little chipmunks,
One little chipmunk boy.
And Alvin is awesome!
"There, we're done practising so let's go," Alvin finished, making his way over to the door, but Simon jumped up off his bed and stood in front of him.
"Please take this seriously, Alvin."
Alvin only blinked and fiddled with his cap, trying to find the fastest way out of the room.
"Alvin," Simon warned, tapping his foot. Simon was usually the patient and reasonable one of the group, but his brother had never been so difficult before and Simon had had a long day. "Just come and rehearse with us."
Alvin thought this over for a minute, biting his lip and tugging at his shirt. Suddenly, a brilliant idea hit him.
"Okay, but only after I finish singing one song."
Simon pushed his glasses up his nose as he sighed. After seeing nothing wrong with his request decided to let him sing a song as a warm up.
"Alright, but make it quick."
Alvin smiled as he hurried over to his bed and lay back down on the mattress. His two brothers looked at him expectantly and waited for him to begin the song.
"100 chipmunks sitting on a wall, 100 chipmunks on a wall, you take one down and pass it around, 99 chipmunks sitting on a wall. 99 chipmunks sitting on a wall, 99 chipmunks on a wall, you take one down and pass it around, 98 chipmunks sitting on a wall. 98 chipmunks sitting on a wall..."
As Alvin made a start on the third verse, Simon walked over and sat down next to Theodore.
"You know, I think that I may have made a fatal error by agreeing to his suggestion," Simon said over the top of Alvin's singing.
"It's okay, Simon," Theodore said, trying to comfort his brother. "I'm sure that he'll get sick of it eventually..."
...15 minutes later...
"27 chipmunks sitting on a wall, 27 chipmunks on a wall, you take one down and pass it around, 26 chipmunks sitting on a wall..."
Upon reaching 80 chipmunks, Simon and Theodore took out a packet of cards and began playing go fish.
Upon reaching 65 chipmunks, they had given up their game.
Upon reaching 50 chipmunks, and realising that his brother wasn't going to stop, Theodore took out his coloring book and began working on a new picture.
Upon reaching 40 chipmunks, Simon had taken out one of his favourite books – How to deal with Stress – which he took out whenever Alvin was annoying him too much (which seemed to be occurring more and more frequently).
However, when Alvin began the 75th verse of the song (25 chipmunks), Simon had closed the book with a loud thud, causing Alvin to only halt for a few seconds before continuing with the song. Simon then proceeded to glare at his older brothers' smirking face.
"Ten chipmunks sitting on a wall, ten chipmunks on a wall..."
Eventually, Theodore looked up from his coloring book and after finally realising that Simon may jump up and kill Alvin any minute, he got up and sat down next to him on his blue sheets.
"Nine chipmunks left," Simon said between clenched teeth.
Theodore looked up at his brother and was shocked to see that he was really losing his temper. Normally Simon was very patient with Alvin, but after the day that he had Theodore was surprised that he had made it this long without blowing up at someone.
"The song's almost over, Simon. Then we can rehearse."
"Yes, I know. However, I am afraid that Alvin may continue into the negative numbers. And although it is completely impossible to have -1 chipmunks sitting on a wall, it looks like Alvin would somehow find a way to prove the laws of physics wrong so he could continue with that song," Simon said angrily, clearly out of patience.
"1 chipmunk sitting on a wall, 1 chipmunk on a wall, you take it down and pass it around, no chipmunks sitting on a wall."
Silence.
Simon and Theodore looked over at their older brother who was silently lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling once more.
Simon let out a long sigh of relief. He knew that he was at his wits end and if Alvin had kept going, he would have definitely exploded.
"Okay, Alvin, now let's go and rehearse-"
"100 chipettes sitting on a wall, 100 chipettes on a wall, you take one down and pass it around-"
"ALVIN!" Simon shouted, completely losing his cool.
"Yes, Simon?" Alvin asked, nonchalantly.
"How long does this song go for?"
"Well," Alvin said as he began to count on his fingers. "I've just done chipmunks, next is the chipettes, then Dave's, Miss Millers, Alvin's, Simon's, Theodore's, Brittany's, Jeanette's, Eleanor's, Cookie Chomper III-"
"That's it!" Simon exclaimed before getting up and storming out of the room.
"What now?" Theodore asked innocently, looking out the door to see if Simon was going to come back.
Alvin looked at his younger brother, at the door, then back Theodore before shrugging and lying back down on the bed.
"99 chipettes sitting on a wall, 99 chipettes on a wall..."
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"88 chipettes sitting on a wall, 88 chipettes on a wall-"
"AAAAALLLLLVVVVIIIIINNNNNN!" Came Dave's shout from down the hall.
"That's my cue," Alvin said as he and Theodore looked expectantly at a very angry Dave.
"Yes, Dave?" Alvin asked almost innocently if it weren't for the slight cheekiness in his smile.
Dave stormed across the room and grabbed his sons' wrist, dragging him towards the door.
"Come on Theodore," Dave added kindly over his shoulder as he led Alvin out of the room.
"Please hold while we have our intervention," Alvin said to an invisible audience. "And, don't worry, there will be more of Alvin and the 100 chipettes after the break!"
And with that, the three of them left the room.
And there you go. Do any of you want to know what happened to Simon that day? Well, tell me in the review if you're interested. I may decide to, and, of course, there will be a lot of mayhem in the chapter, so we see how we go
Please review, I've been unsure about this for a while
-Bell