The night so far was pretty rough, but after the Chipmunks reconciled, things seemed to go pretty smoothly...
The plan to eat out was cancelled, so they got changed back into their pyjamas, and decided to listen to Alvin all along. They ordered pizza from Papa Pete's Pizzeria.
"But if we DO go to Amber's pool party," said Brittany, "then Annie would get pretty mad. Besides, she DID invite us first."
She soon fell into a strop. "UGH! It's SO annoying going to parties when we're SO popular!"
"Yes, yes. It's annoying we're SO popular," Eleanor remarked sarcastically. "Who would wanna be popular...? Blah blah blah..."
"Whose party's gonna be cooler, Britt?" asked Jeanette.
"Amber's, obviously. She's even hired a poolside DJ, and a music station! I mean, who does that? It's gonna be awesome!"
"So, it's settled then. We'll say no to Annie, and go to Amber's. Annie'll probably cancel her own party anyways, after finding out no one's gonna go to hers."
The Treehouse doorbell rang.
Alvin charged from downstairs into the living room, where the three Chipettes were seated on the couch. Theodore followed at a similar speed, while Simon strolled down at a slow pace behind them, his nose typically stuck in a book.
"Pizza's here!" Alvin and Theodore exclaimed in unison. They jumped up and down impatiently.
"Gimme the cash!" Alvin said. "I'll go get it."
"Well. Who's paying?" asked Brittany, with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh, right! Teddy boy, quick like a bunny, go get that little wallet of yours and we'll -"
"Hey!" he groaned. "Why does it have to be MY wallet?"
"Well, because... b-b-because... uh, ahem!
Because... b-b-because I said so!"
"In other words, Alvin's broke," Simon translated.
"Thanks for that, Si."
"Anytime."
"FINE," Theodore agreed eventually.
"Help me carry the boxes too, Ted."
Theodore trudged up the stairs reluctantly, and came back with a £20 note. And with that, the two starving lions left the Treehouse to retrieve the takeout.
"How did the delivery man reach the doorbell?" inquired Simon. "He can't get up here to ring the minuscule Treehouse door... can he?"
"Oh! I almost forgot to tell you! I installed a doorbell on the tree below, which connects to a speaker inside the Treehouse. That's how we know who's outside - like Amber, Annie, schoolmates, postmen..." said Jeanette.
"Wow. That's ingenious!"
Jeanette smiled.
"Alrighty... who's hungry?"The two boys came back with irresistible treats.
"One Margarita Mayhem... one Vegetable Volcano... and one Meat Street... right?"
Without further ado, the Chipmunks plated up, and ate hungrily.
The manly, meaty boys claimed the manly, meaty Meat Street. Alvin, of course, didn't let the girls get a slice of theirs, so they feasted on the Vegetable Volcano and Margarita Mayhem instead.
"Huhhh?" gasped Brittany. "Is... is that the local skateboard instructor Tim Cooper? You know, the one you wanted lessons from?"
"What? Really?! Where?" Alvin swivelled round, only to see nothing at all.
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The Sleepover: Alvin and the Chipmunks
FanfictionDave Seville's gone for a few days on a business trip, leaving ALL his kids alone to spend the couple of days... together! What could possibly go wrong? *nervously laughs* 😶 Everything. A lot of things. Things really get out of hand. DRAMA | ADVE...
