By the way, all the chipmunks are siblings, so they all can share Dave Seville as a father. Like Alvin Seville, Brittany Seville, etc.

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Episode 1: The Alvin Project

"ALVINNN!!!" yelled Dave from the kitchen.

The red clad raced down the stairs, only to be met with a disappointed father.

"I didn't do it, Dave!"

"You're right, Alvin," said Dave. "You DIDN'T do it."

Alvin wiped his forehead with relief.

"Phew. Finally—"

"You DIDN'T do the dishes, Alvin. How many times do I have to ask you to do something before you do it?"

Simon walked by the kitchen, clutching his usual blue book.

"On average, 16.5 times, Dave," Simon said, straightening his glasses on his nose to make himself appear more intelligent.

"What?" asked Dave and Alvin.

"Oh, hehe, Dave, it takes you on average 16.5 times to ask Alvin to do something before he does it."

Alvin huffed and folded his arms.

"Nobody asked you, genius!" yelled Alvin.

"Genius? Gee, thanks, Alvin! It's not like you to compliment me."

There was a light knock on the door.

"I guess I'LL have to get it," Simon sighed as he dragged himself towards the door.

"Jeanette? What a pleasant surprise!" cried Simon as he opened the door.

"Hey, Simon! I thought we'd work on our social science project that's due this Friday."

Dave craned his neck to look at Alvin after overhearing their conversation.

"Alvin, have you even started your project?" asked Dave with a cocked eyebrow.

Alvin shuffled his feet nervously, then suddenly snapped his fingers.

"Oh, wait! Yes, Davey boy, I have. You see, just yesterday, I opened my notebook."

Dave and Alvin stared long and hard at each other for a good minute, trying to figure out each other's facial expressions.

"And...?"

"And what, Dave?"

"So you've opened your notebook. Then?"

"That's it, Dave."

"So you haven't started your project!"

"Excuse you, David! I've opened my notebook, and to me, that's a great start."

"No it isn't, Alvin!" came a voice from the other side of the room.

"Simon, I'm sorry, but I didn't order a glass of your opinion!"

"BUUURRRRNNN!" yelled Eleanor from the kitchen.

Jeanette elbowed Simon, and looked over at Alvin.

"Simon, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"What's that, sis?"

"I think we've just found our social science project."

The two bespectacled chipmunks watched Alvin scamper around the kitchen, trying to convince Dave that he wasn't a badly behaved chipmunk.

Simon punched numbers in the keypad to close the lab door, ensuring that Alvin wouldn't break in to disturb the two.

"Alrighty, Jeanette. What are you thinking?"

"Well, we should first formulate a hypothesis, somewhere along the lines of Alvin being emotionally, physically and mentally unable to maintain good behaviour for more than a few hours—"

"Isn't that a bit harsh?" came a squeaky voice from inside the lab cupboard.

"AAAH!"

The two chipmunks leapt in fear out of their chairs.

"Who was that?" quivered Jeanette.

"I-It came from inside there..." Simon whispered, edging closer towards the cupboard.

Simon opened the door in three, two, one...

"Theodore?"

"Oh hey, Simon? Hiya, Jeanette!"

Jeanette shook her head and facepalmed.

"Hey, Theo, w-what were you doing in the cupboard?" asked Jeanette.

Theodore wiped the last of the buttercream from his face.

"Oh, I was just... just... inspecting the cupboard..."

"Inspecting the cupboard?" Simon and Jeanette both said in disbelief.

"Y-yeah... I mean, Simon hasn't hired one of those, you know, cupboard inspectors to, um, inspect the cupboards. Right, Simon?"

"And, let me guess. You've employed yourself as my official... cupboard inspector?"

"Y-yes, yes, that's it."

Simon laughed and walked towards the cupboard.

"Alright then, Mr. Cupboard Inspector. What's that on your fingers?"

He pointed to the cream.

"Oh that. That's—"

"Theodore, you do know it's against the employment laws to eat on the job, right?"

Jeanette couldn't help but play along.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to fire you, Theodore," sighed Simon.

"Aww man! But I wasn't done eating the pie machine — I mean, I mean, CLEANING the pie machine!"

Simon shook his head and smiled.

"Alright, Theodore, I'll let you finish inspecting my cupboard and eat- sorry, CLEAN my banana pie invention."

Simon and Jeanette high-fived each other, pleased at their hilarious joke, which Theodore obviously didn't catch on to.

"Now, Jeanette. On with our social science project!"

"Social sciences ahoy!"