(Note: They are in their Alvin Show forms. Pay attention to the dates, they're important.)
SEPTEMBER 17, 1958
Existence. That was the first word that came to his mind as he cracked open his eyes for the first time. How he had wished for existence when he was on that piece of paper...
The paper! The boy thought as he shot up into a sitting position. But, he didn't get all the way up, because his forehead collided with something and he flopped back onto the soft surface he had been laying on.
"Woah, Simon." He heard a deep voice say. Simon? The small boy thought, where have I heard that before? He felt a hand behind his back and his brain registered that he was changing in position slightly, but he didn't really notice. He was too busy figuring out what the word "Simon" meant.
He opened his mouth to speak, but felt something thick in his mouth and he tried to spit it out, but only got it far enough out that he could see it. There was something red and slimy sticking out of his mouth and he reached up to grab it to pull it out further.
"No, Simon." The voice said again as a hand came up and pushed his down. It was pale looking, the nails were cut short. "That belongs in there. Your tongue helps you speak."
"Speak?" The boy asked. His eyes widened when that strange vibration came out of his throat and he gasped.
"Yes." The deep voice said. "Speak."
"Speak." He heard his voice call out again and he felt a happy feeling wash over him. He could speak! After all that time of listening to those men talk around him while he was on the paper he could finally talk back. "I'm. Simon?" He asked as he used his hand to point at himself. He felt happiness wash over him again when he realized he could move.
"Yes." Simon finally pinpointed where the voice was coming from and glanced upward. "You're Simon, and I'm Ross."
"Ross." Simon repeated as he examined the face before him. He was an older man with black hair and kind looking eyes. "What. Happened?" Simon asked as he enjoyed hearing his high pitched voice bounce off the walls of the small room. His voice was choppy with a space between each word because he still wasn't used to talking.
"I'll explain once your brothers wake up." The man answered as he helped Simon stand. The boy was very glad to find that he could on his own very quickly and he stretched his arms out as far as they could go. He twisted his hands around and carefully popped his back before sitting back down on what his mind identified as a couch. He had no idea how he knew what it was called, just that his mind had supplied the word. Once Simon looked stable, Ross quietly slipped out of the room into the kitchen.
When he was comfortable on the couch, Simon looked around the room he was in with wide eyes. It was a simple looking…. living room, his mind told him. The room was painted yellow, and there was a pale rug on the floor. He was sitting on the only couch in the room, and there were two other little forms lying on the floor. Simon couldn't see what they looked like, because they were covered in blankets.
Simon almost fell over when Ross came back in with a glass of water, because his dry throat suddenly screamed at him when his eyes landed on the water. He took the glass with shaking hands and brought the cool liquid to his lips. He took a small sip and let it wet his tongue, before gulping the rest of the glass down. His stomach turned as the water hit the bottom and gurgled in unhappiness. At once, Simon realized that he was starving and he looked around, because Ross had managed to disappear again.
"Simon." He heard Ross's voice and the small boys spun around. "Can you move?" Ross had something balanced on his shoulder, but Simon couldn't tell what it was, because it was still covered in the blanket.
Simon quickly jumped off the couch and ran to the other side of the room. The big man put the small, blanket covered thing down and arranged it on the couch. He placed a pillow under one end of the blanket and moved it over just a small amount to the right.
That's when a hand fell out from under the blanket and Simon gasped. It was a small hand, so much smaller than his own. When Ross moved to cover the hand back up, not knowing that Simon had seen, the small boy that had just awoken bolted forward and threw the blanket off of the couch.
Ross gasped at the sudden movement and he cringed when Simon turned to look at him, his dark eyes boring holes in his head.
"Theodore?" He asked, not realizing he wasn't supposed to know the name of the green clad figure on the couch. But, the name had just come to him when he had gotten that short glance at the small boy's face.
"How do you know what his name is?" Ross asked. "You were just created." Simon shrugged and glanced back at Theodore before moving away from the couch. He cringed away from Ross's hands as the man moved to stop him and Ross froze. Once he was free of Ross, Simon moved across the room and huddled into the corner. He needed time to think.
Created? He had no idea what that word meant, but he also had no idea how he had gotten here or what he was. He looked down at his hands and turned them over. They were coved in a strange kind of hair. Fur, his mind supplied. He took a hand and rubbed it all the way up the opposite arm. It was covered in the same substance. He picked up the end of his long shirt that had collected around his shoes just enough to see his ankles and part of his legs. It seemed that his whole body was covered this fur.
He shook his head and reached up to wipe the sweat that had collected on his forehead off, but he didn't get that far, for his hands brushed something that had been balancing on his nose and whatever it was fell off with a clatter.
Suddenly, everything went blurry and Simon felt helpless. He couldn't see, he was in an unusual place, and he was so hungry he was about ready to start chewing on his shoelaces.
He quickly dropped down to his hands and knees to search for whatever had just fallen off of his face. Apparently, he couldn't see without them.
"Here, Simon." Simon heard Ross's voice and he tensed. "Put your glasses on and we'll talk."
Simon cautiously grabbed the black blur that had to be his "glasses" and placed them back on his nose. He felt the bars in the back slide around his ears and he sighed in relief as the world came back into focus. Ross held his hand out and Simon reluctantly placed his own smaller one in Ross's bigger one.
Ross led Simon into a small room with a table in the middle and a stove off to the side. There were counters lining the whole room. It had all the other kitchen gadgets from a sink to an oven.
"So, Simon," Ross began, feeling a bit awkward, "I bet you're really confused."
"Yes. I. Am." Simon sighed a little as his voice came out choppy again. Oh, well, he would just have to get used to it.
"Well, you see. You are what we would call a 'toon'." Simon could hear the quotations in his voice, but he didn't dwell on it for too long. He was too busy puzzling over what the word 'toon' meant.
"I. Don't. Understand." He said as he ignored the rumbling his stomach was making.
"How do I put this?" Ross asked himself as he got up to make Simon something to eat. "Toon is short for cartoon. It means that you were drawn on a piece of paper and brought to life. You're made of real substances now. Skin, blood, fur, tissues, all that, but you used to be on a piece of paper." Ross paused a few seconds to let Simon think this over while he set a plate of bread on the table for Simon to pick at. "Sorry," he apologized, "This isn't my house and the only thing the owner eats is sandwiches."
"Now, Ross." A voice called from behind him. "It's the only thing I know how to make that won't burn the house down." A man emerged from behind Ross. He had black hair and dark eyes like his own. He was clad in a white shirt and black pants with black shoes that arched up at the toes. He was clearly a man like Ross, but there was something different about him… Something that didn't make him look as human…
Ross motioned to the man with his head. "That's Dave." He said as the man now introduced as Dave sat down at the table across from Simon. "He's a toon too."
"Nice to meet you." Dave held out his hand and Simon grasped it firmly. While they shook, Dave spoke again. "You're Simon, right?"
Simon nodded again. "Yes. I. Am. Simon."
Dave nodded and smiled. He leaned over and staged-whispered in Simon's ear. "Don't worry about the choppy speech. It'll get better as you get older."
Simon felt relief hit him full force when Dave said that. He didn't want to spend his whole life talking like this. "Nice. To. Meet. You. Dave." Simon said as he smiled at the man across from him.
"I take it that's your brothers in there still asleep?" Dave asked as he glanced up at Ross.
Simon swallowed the piece of bread he had in his mouth and looked up at Ross too. "Are. They?" He asked as he picked up another piece of bread. Ross smiled at Simon and nodded once before sitting back down.
"They are, Simon. Now, there's some thing Dave and I have to explain to all three of you as soon as your brothers wake up, but there's some things I think you need to know now."
Simon nodded again as he took a big swallow out of the glass that Dave just set in front of him.
"You see, Simon. I created you and Dave here." He punched Dave on the shoulder and Dave rolled his eyes, still watching Simon's face to see how he was going to take this.
Simon kept his face emotionless as Ross continued. "Dave came to be a few decades ago when I was little. You see, Simon, I was a very imaginative child. I don't really remember what I was thinking when I created Dave, but it just kinda happened."
Simon nodded and opened his mouth to ask a question, but something stopped him. It was the faintest noise of fabric brushing across fabric.
Simon's eyes widened and he darted out of the room so fast he was a blur. Ross glanced at Dave and the toon shrugged.
"I guess he already know how's to use his ToonZoom."
In the other room, Simon skidded to a stop and almost crashed right into the other sleeping form that he could only assume was his other brother. He carefully backtracked, taking care to stay extra quiet for the two that were still dead to the world.
The form on the couch shifted a little under the blanket and Simon's heart skipped a beat. He moved up to the couch and pulled the blanket off his smaller brother and felt his heart swell with unexpected joy.
He had brothers!
It had just hit him that he wasn't alone in this new and unfamiliar world. He had family that actually shared his genes or ink or whatever Ross had said. He actually had two people who would stand by him no matter what happened or how much time went by.
The little form on the couch flipped over onto his stomach and groaned. He turned back over slowly and looked up at Simon with bleary eyes that were the same dark shade as Simon's. He blinked once and closed his eyes. He then reached up and rubbed his eyes before opening them again. He looked straight at Simon and smiled.
Simon smiled back and helped his brother sit up before moving to sit beside him on the couch to wait for Ross and Dave.
Theodore leaned into Simon's side and sighed deeply before closing his eyes again, trying to catch the last remains of sleep. He had no idea why he trusted this boy with the bug eyes, but he looked trustworthy and he smiled back when he smiled first…
"Hello, little one." Theodore jumped when he heard the deep voice call out, so the boy that had been there patted him on the head and put his arm around his shoulders.
"Don't. Be. Scared." The bug-eyed boy reassured as he looked back at Theodore. He pointed to himself and said: "I'm. Simon."
"Simon." Theodore repeated with gusto as he nodded.
"And. You're. Theodore." The bug-eyed boy now identified as Simon said. Simon looked up at the deep voiced man for conformation and he nodded. Simon mimked the man and nodded at Theodore.
"I'm. Theodore?" He asked as he pointed to himself, and like Simon, he winced when he voice came out choppy.
"Hello, Theodore." The deep voiced man said as he leaned down the green-clad boy's level. "I'm Ross Bagdasarian Sr."
Theodore tried to repeat his name back, but couldn't get past the last name. So he just looked back a forth between Simon and the man before saying: "Ross", and nodding.
Simon helped him stand and coaxed him to walk into the kitchen with the promise of food and something to drink.
Theodore resisted at first, wondering why he should trust these people and Simon stopped too. He waved Ross ahead into the kitchen and looked at his smaller brother.
"Its. Okay. Theodore. I'm. Your. Brother." He reassured with a smile. Theodore still hesitated and shook his head.
"Do. You. Want. Proof?" Simon asked. When Theodore didn't answer, Simon took that as confirmation and led the small boy toward the kitchen. He made Theodore stand in front of the stove and they both looked at their reflections in the dark glass. Both were stunned how alike they looked. If it wasn't for their different heights and Theodore's rounder appearance, they would look exactly alike.
Theodore smiled and engulfed Simon in a huge hug while mumbling something that sounded like: "Brother".
Simon hugged Theodore back and enjoyed the feeling that he would never be alone again. Those first few hours before Theodore had awoke had been horrible, but now, with Theodore's awakening, he knew things could only get better.
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After Ross had explained everything he had already told Simon and introduced Dave to Theodore, all four of them walked back into the living room where Ross moved the final sleeping brother to the couch.
Simon and Theodore looked expectantly at the small form on the couch. Judging from the curves of the blanket over the body, he was shorter than both of them and there was something on his head that held the blanket above his head and made it balloon upward.
While the small movement of the smallest brother's chest made the blanket move, Simon and Theodore whispered quietly to each other on the couch. They spoke of unimportant things, things they wouldn't remember a few seconds later. Simon vaguely remembered Theodore asking what the first thing they were going to do with their new brother, Alvin, Ross had called him, was. This question made Simon look at the only brother who hadn't opened his eyes yet, and wondered what was going on in that little head of his…
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We don't think much about how we came to be. We just know it happened. Sometimes curiosity gets the best of us, and we wish we could experience it when we're older so we can remember it... Sometimes we CAN recall our birth... Well, I guess this is mine. If you can call it that...
I'm feeling that sensation of time passing, and feeling it more and more. It also feels like I'm... alive. The second I heard my brothers' voices, in their squeaky likeness, I knew that we were finally off that paper. I was shocked to find that my thought process was getting more and more complex... I'm thinking things through, and acknowledging the sounds, smells, and feelings around me...
It's so different than it was on that piece of paper... I can still remember that man leaning over me, putting all he had into my drawing... The pride I feel to know that someone had worked so hard on ME... It's an overwhelming thing. I can feel the tension in the air. The two that were drawn with me... AFTER me too... They're already awake and... LIVING. I think I should have already joined them... Now I worry that I'll never awaken to the world that I was drawn into...
The time has moved more... The living world is so close I can practically see it... Wait... I CAN see it!
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SEPTEMBER 20, 1958
The final boy had finally opened his eyes and as soon as the light hit them, they snapped closed again and he cringed. Ross was nervously pacing and occasionally glancing over at the blue and green clad toons. No one had yet noticed the awaking brother. Dave was standing in the doorway, casually leaning on the frame reading a book about Physics of all things.
The only thing on Simon's mind was what was happening. Ross still hadn't explained why he was sitting there, twiddling his thumbs, and staring at the floor, only looking up when Theodore shifted beside him. It had been almost three days since he had woken up, and he was more confused now than before. Theodore on the other hand, was just hungry. He had just eaten!
Suddenly, he fell over onto Simon, thus causing the taller boy to fall on the floor.
"Theodore..." Simon groaned as his nose collided with the floor. He turned his head towards Theodore to glare at him, and spotted Alvin carefully trying to open his eyes.
"Whoops. Sorry. Simon." Theodore apologized. He noticed Simon's lack of attention, and waved a hand in front of his brother's face. "What. Is. It. Simon?"
"Turn. Your. Head. And. See. For. Your. Self." Simon said as he took his hand and turned the clueless boy's head towards the awaking figure on the opposite end of the couch.
Theodore gasped and quickly exclaimed, "Oh. My. Goodness! You're. Right!" Theodore got up so fast he was he blur, and got to Alvin's side less than half a second later than Simon.
"Alvin? Are. You. Waking. Up?" Simon asked his groggy brother. "Ross! Dave! Alvin's. Waking. Up!!!!" Simon ran in front of the toon man as fast as he could, and starting poking his leg. "Dave! Dave! Come. Over. Here!" Simon paused for a second then said one last word, "Now!" He repeated the process with Ross, and soon they were all huddled over the smallest toon.
"Woah..." Alvin breathed. He turned his head to the side, diverted his eyes away from away from everyone and everything, and muttered almost inaudibly, 'Why's everyone crowded around me...?'
'You just woke up.' Simon immediately responded. Alvin lifted his eyes and made eye contact with the bespectacled toon. After a brief pause, Simon said one last thing, 'You're the last to wake up... You've been asleep a lot longer than us...' Theodore lifted his eye from Alvin to look at Simon as well.
Ross and Dave looked from one toon to another trying to figure out what was happening. All they heard were squeaks and gibberish. What was going on?
"What's all the squeaking about, fellas?" Ross interrupted. All three of the small boys turned their heads as one, and looked up at him. Ross was staring at them with wide eyes, trying to figure out what the new toons were doing. What they did next slightly surprised him.
The three brothers opened their mouths and spoke the same words at the same time, achieving perfect harmony with even trying. "We. Were. Talkin'. To. Each. Other."
"You were talking to each other?" Ross questioned. Now he was really confused. How can they understand squeaking and mindless gabble?
"Mmhmm." Simon replied. He looked at Theodore, who was yet to say anything, for an agreement.
"Yeah. We. Were." Theodore looked Simon in the eye, and as soon as the contact was broken, they moved closer to Alvin, and picked him up. They placed him gently on the floor, and spoke in the "mindless gabble" again. 'Come on. Let's go get something to eat. I'm starving.'
'Sure.' Alvin and Simon said simultaneously again. With that, the three made their way into the kitchen
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A few hours later, after Alvin and Theodore got something to eat, and Alvin got used to his surroundings, Ross gathered the boys on the couch. He looked at each of them in turn. The three were sitting side by side by side, leaning on the back of the couch. Ross looked back at Dave and motioned him forward.
After Dave was beside him, Ross spoke up, "So, I'll bet that you guys have a lot of questions..." All that he got was a nod from each of them.
There was silence for a few moments as the boys collected their thoughts. After a while, the silence got tense. "What are your questions?" Ross prompted.
Simon was the first to start talking. "What. Are. We?" Simple enough.
Ross smiled as he started to answer. Finally, they were getting the idea. "You are toon Chipmunks."
Alvin just stared at the answer, then replied back with, "You. Never. Really. Said. What. A. Toon. Was..."
Ross listened to Alvin talk and suddenly remembered that he didn't. After a brief pause, he finally answered, "A toon is a drawing that is brought to life." Dave nodded, and looked the boys.
He paused and collected his thoughts. "Any more question before we get started?" He asked while scratching his head. While Dave was speaking, Ross retreated up the stairs.
"Started. With. What?" Theodore squeaked as he buried his face in Simon's back.
Dave chuckled, "Before I beginning explaining."
"Explaining. What?!" Theodore's voice was muffled this time.
"Be. Quiet. Theodore." Alvin ordered while Simon coaxed Theodore out from behind his back.
Dave shook his head. "Never mind."
"What?!" Alvin exclaimed, "I. Wanna. Know!"
"Not now, Alvin." Dave replied before sighing. Alvin had only been awake for a few hours, but Dave could already tell that he was going to be the most obnoxious. Dave got up and walked into the kitchen. He opened a cabinet and popped an aspirin before turning back to the trio of toons recently identified as chipmunks.
"Okay, let's start over." Dave said as he placed his hands on the counter. "You three and I are what humans call toons." He dragged the last word out.
"We. Got. That." Simon answered as he placed his hands behind his back.
Dave watched Simon with sharp eyes. "Simon?" He asked. The tallest toon looked up at him.
"Yes. Dave?" He asked as he pushed Theodore along toward the living room.
"Did you happen to feel anything while your hands were back there?"
All three chipmunks paused and turned their heads at the exact same moment to look at him. "What?!" They asked at the same time in perfect harmony.
"Well," Dave began as all three settled back on the couch. "Toons have what's called a C-Space. It's a sort of pocket that only we can access."
"Huh?" Alvin asked as he looked at Dave crazily.
Dave paused a moment and put a hand on his chin in thought. How to explain this? "You're C-Space is something that is like a bottomless pit. It's what some call another dimension that only toons can access. You can pull anything you want from it, like pies or marbles, but only you personally can access it."
"Where. Is. It?" Simon asked, curiosity getting the best of him.
"Anywhere you want it to be. In a closet, out a window. Most toons usually place it behind their backs so it will be easily accessible, but you can move it any time you need too."
"Do. We. Have. A. C-Space?" Theodore asked.
"I think so… you should."
'What do you mean we should?!' Alvin yelled in a flurry of squeaks.
Dave sighed. "I can't understand you when you don't speak English."
"What. My. Smaller. Brother. Said. Is. What. Do. You. Mean. We. Should?" Simon answered.
"Well, when a toon is created, their creator chooses which properties of Tooning they know. Ros-" He was interrupted by Theodore.
"What's. Tooning?"
Alvin, who had grown born with the questioning, pointed at something behind Dave and asked, "What's. That?"
Simon glanced at what Alvin was pointing at and looked back at Alvin. "That. Was. Sudden."
Dave turned and looked back; he chuckled. "That's a calendar."
"What's. A. Calendar?" Simon asked this time.
"It tells you the date."
Theodore looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. "What's a date?"
Dave groaned. They're somehow working against me. He thought to himself as he rubbed his forehead. His headache was back. "It's how we measure time in a large quantity."
"Oh." Theodore hummed to himself. "What's. The. Date. Then?"
Dave turned and squinted at the calendar. "It is September twentieth, 1958."
All three nodded though those words meant nothing to them.
"Now," Dave said, breaking the short silence, "Let's find those C-Spaces."
End Chapter 1
Note: Single quotations are spoken in 'Chipmunk.'
A/N: (Spoken by Chipmunklover) One day, while talking on the phone, myself and Kitty got on the subject of Who Framed Roger Rabbit. We were intrigued by the concept of toons and humans living together. We started bouncing ideas around and one idea led to the next. Soon, we were doing research over toons, Disney, Warner Bros. and the like. We came across something interesting. It seems that toons live by a certain set of physical laws. After a while, we started to add nicknames to some of the many abilities; and stealing some names from Wikipedia. We started making up a court system and all kinds of things. Then, we knew we had to write about this amazing world we had created. Next, we discovered the perfect subjects to use to tell this story. We had been bouncing around the idea of using the Chipmunks from the beginning. We always found ourselves making comparisons and putting our favorite boys in the situations we were creating. It was so natural to start planning the story with them as our stars.
That's when we started doing the serious research. We searched up "Bagdasarian" so many times my computer automatically brings up that page when I log onto Google. We planned things for the boys to go through, lessons for them to learn, and even how they would age, or even if they would. We came up with a solution for the age dilemma between Alvin and Simon and came up with the way the boys changed height without getting "older".
Then, we started noticing toon things in the cartoons. Especially the older ones. It was like a match made in heaven!
That's the reasoning behind this story. Now, the disclaimer:
First, there are lots of stories out there like this. You have had the privilege to have read, and you may see similarities. Let me tell you right now that similarities are gonna end very soon. We had to come up a lot of these concepts and many of the toon related items out ourselves, so we would appreciate it if you wouldn't steal them.
Some of the toon concepts, however, were already in existence when we started this fic. We just gave them names. We would also appreciate it if you wouldn't use these names; please come up with your own. We will specify which words and concepts we own later on.
Second, all recognizable characters (Alvin, Simon, Theodore, Dave, The Chipettes, Miss Miller, Mickey Mouse, Bugs Bunny, ect.) belong to their respectable owners. Any unrecognizable characters (Daniel Allen, Chloe, Allen, Kelli Poppy, Annabeth Clooney, ect.) belong to either me (Chipmunklover), Kitty Seville, or both of us jointly. They can be used with our express permission. Stealing will not be tolerated, because we spent a LOT of time coming up with this stuff.
All the events in this story fictitious with some grains of truth. If there are any similarities to anyone who has ever been alive or are alive, it is simply a coincidence. If you see a real person show up, their personality is formed through our imagination. This story in no way shows how these people really act.
This is the type of story that doesn't need a lot of Author's Notes. But, if we need to say something, the A/N will be on the bottom like this one. Any disclaimers will appear at the top.
I think that's it. If we think of anything else, we'll be sure to mention it later.
Hope you enjoy the story and happy reading!