chibialvin

Alvin's eyes slowly opened, his head still swimming from being unconscious for who knew how long. As he wasn't fully awake yet, he didn't realize he wasn't in his own bed for a whole minute. When the realization finally hit him, he ignored the headache in order to look around the strange room. It wasn't until a stifled squeal sounded that he realized he wasn't alone. In the doorway were two strange creatures, the greyish-blue male standing protectively in front of the pink female, who had made the noise. They were both eyeing him with curiosity and, in the male's case, suspicion. Alvin stared at them for almost a minute before asking the first thing that popped into his mind. "Why are you pink?"

Cold - all he could feel was cold. It was a rainy mid-April afternoon in the largest of New York City’s many parks and a small chipmunk had been born just that morning. The newborn was currently crying out at the top of his lungs for his mother – the mother who had left mere minutes after her only child’s birth, not even bothering to feed him before taking off. She wasn’t coming back, but the newborn had no way of knowing that she had left him to fend for himself. The small, almost inaudible high-pitched cries slowly died out as the exhausted infant finally wore himself out. His tiny lungs were still too weak for him to keep calling out for food, warmth and comfort, no matter how hungry and cold he was. He was much too young to survive on his own without his mother. Despite the cold and rainy weather, there were plenty of citizens walking through the park that afternoon. People of all ages and backgrounds strolled down the pathways, too wrapped up in their own personal lives to

“So, what are you boys planning on doing for Father’s Day?” Three pairs of eyes looked up at their babysitter in confusion. “Father’s Day?” Alvin asked, looking at his brothers in confusion. Miss Miller stared at the three children in shock. “Are you telling me you boys don’t know what Father’s Day is?” “The way you’re talking…I feel like we should.” Simon commented. Was this some historical event he should know about? “What has that man been teaching you boys…?” Their babysitter sighed as she sat down. “Father’s Day is a day to let your father know how much he means to you.” Theodore just looked confused. “But we do that every day.” Miss Miller smiled as she patted his head. “And that’s very sweet of you – but on Father’s Day, children usually make their father something special. The entire day is to celebrate fathers.” “Then how come Dave never told us about it?” Alvin demanded, crossing his small arms. If this was something all the other kids were doing, he wanted to do it

It wasn’t supposed to snow in Los Angeles, but it looked like they would be having a white Christmas this year. David Seville was working from home, trying to come up with an idea for a new song. Songwriting was his passion, although it wasn’t enough to pay the bills. He also worked part time as an accountant, but he hoped to quit that job once his songs made some real money. Deciding it was time to take a break, Dave stood up from his chair and looked out the window. The snowstorm still hadn’t let up, but for some reason he felt the urge to go out. Sighing, the man pulled on a coat and opened the front door. Almost instantly the freezing wind blew into the house. Dave was just about to shut the door when he heard a sound coming from the doorstep. Looking down, he noticed something was buried in the snow. Curiosity overcoming him, he knelt down and swept it away. What he found shocked him. Three tiny forms were snuggled together, shivering from the cold. At first glance Dave

"NO!!!" Alvin's eyes flew open as he sat up, gasping in fear. Where was - "Easy, Alvin..." Simon explained. "It was just a nightmare." The shaking Chipmunk looked around nervously. "Where's Theo?" Simon smiled. "He went to help Dave make some hot chocolate. It looked like it was bad one." When his brother didn't answer, Simon sat on the bed. "Want to talk about it?" He wasn't surprised when Alvin shook his head. Alvin hated talking about his nightmares. "Let me guess...it was about the monster in the movie you watched before bed." "...maybe..." Alvin finally muttered, refusing to look Simon in the eye. He had stopped shaking and was now embarrassed that he woke everyone up. "I told you not to watch that movie," Dave scolded as he entered, a cup of hot chocolate in his hand. "You're too young to be watching it." Alvin simply nodded, taking the drink. "Thanks..." He almost spilled it when Theodore tackled him in a hug. Ten minutes later, everyone was asleep again, except for

Leo frowned as the figure snuck into the lair, not noticing the turtle sitting on the couch. “Where have you been all night?” “Leo!” his little brother groaned, realizing he was busted. “What are you doing up?” Answering a question with another question…typical. “I should be asking you the same thing. It’s seven in the morning – you were supposed to be home by midnight! Why didn’t you answer your T-phone?” His brother simply shrugged. “I was hanging at the hockey rink.” “The hockey rink?!” Leo cried. “Humans could have seen you!” “Nah,” was the infuriating reply. “Casey was there, and he says no one ever goes there at night.” Leo threw his hands into the air. “Casey was there – that doesn’t make me feel any better!” The teenager shrugged as he snagged a slice of leftover pizza from the fridge, ignoring his older brother’s continued lecture and heading back toward the turnstiles. “Wait, where do you think you’re going?” Leo was still talking. “I just told you to go to your