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Alvin stormed up the stairs, shaking the house with every step. He should have been used to it by now, coming home to one mess after another nearly every day. But no matter how often it happened, no matter how predictable his son's schedule was, the ideas were always different and unexpected. David's imagination was just as bad, if not worse, than Alvin's had been at that age.

Simon called it genetics. Despite wanting to pound his brother every time he said that, Alvin had begun to wonder if it was true.

His eleven-year-old son dashed up the stairs after him, trailing dirt after him. "Pop, no! Don't take my video games!" he begged. "You just bought me that racing one two days ago for passing my math test! Please don't take it away!"

"Shoulda thought of that before you decided to bake a mudpie—literally," Alvin grumbled in return without looking back.

As he turned the corner and headed for David and AJ's bedroom, his son grabbed the stair railing and launched himself towards his father. He dashed passed him until he had reached the door to his room and blocked the way. "You can't enter!" he snapped, making his father recoil. "Says so on the door!"

Alvin placed his hands on his hips. "Last I checked with your Grandpa, Dads read between the lines," he said.

"Well, it says STAY OUT between the lines too!"

The red-clad chipmunk groaned loudly and squeezed his fists. "David S.T. Seville, get out of the way now," he growled.


"When I said you were grounded, I meant it! You're grounded! Don't talk back!"

"I'm not the only one who's guilty of doin' stuff, you know," David argued as he pulled himself away from the door.

His father tapped his foot impatiently. "No, but you're the bugger behind the plans," he replied.

"That's no fair, Pop! Why do I get grounded and Claire an' AJ don't?"

"The same reason I would get grounded and Simon and Theodore didn't; your idea, YOU'RE grounded," Alvin snapped.

"If Mom was here—!"

Alvin let out a sarcastic laugh and rolled his eyes. "There we go; knew that was coming! Mom wouldn't do this; Mom would do that!" He pointed a menacing finger at his son. "Your mom is not here, David, so you have to follow my rules; not to mention I'm pretty sure your mom wouldn't be pleased with the mess you made today, either."
"What's the difference between a mess I make in the house and a mess you make when you're fighting some Shadow thing an' protecting the city?" David asked as he crossed his arms. "You were the one who cracked that sky scraper, Pop, not me!"

"Firstly, that was not my fault," Alvin yelled. "Dictator tossed me at it. Secondly, there is a big difference in these two messes, David! My mess is done while I'm trying to protect this place! Your mess makes the house look like a pigsty!"

"Your mess is bigger and more dangerous," David yelled back, as he leaned towards his father.

"Your mess has no reason behind other than being a little stupid!"

"It does so have a reason behind it!"

"Like what; making my life miserable as your father?"


"Then enlighten me—!"


Alvin was about to yell something else until the words his son had just spoken had soaked in. He gaped and raised his eyebrows for a moment before frowning in confusion and leaning back. "… Wh-what?" he said, his voice much calmer than before.

David now had his fists clenched just as hard as his teeth were. "It brings you home," he repeated, forcing his frown as far as it could go. "Or it makes sure you do come home!"

"David, what are you—!"

"When you make a mess tryin' to keep everyone safe, you almost get killed." The boy waved his arms about. "You broke a rib last week!" he exclaimed.

"What does—!"

"When I make a mess, it brings you home!"

Alvin did not attempt to speak this time. He simply closed his mouth and looked on as tears filled David's eyes. The eleven-year-old breathed through his teeth, always glaring at his father, even though it hurt to force his frown down so much. "Every time I make a mess, you come running," David explained with a faltering voice. "Sure whatever, I get yelled at and then sent to my room, grounded from playin' outside or playin' video games, but it also makes sure that you're still alive to yell your head off at me!"

Alvin had no idea how to respond to this. "… I…"

"When you get mad at me because of my messes, at least I know you're still alive," his son continued. "Every time you go an' make some mess while protecting Hearttropolis with Uncle Simon and Uncle Theodore, you nearly get yourself killed. I hate sittin' around thinkin' that I might lose my dad just like I lost my mom, so I make messes. If I make a mess, I know my dad's gonna come back to give me the BIG LECTURE OF THE CENTURY and ground me from something." He paused for a moment here and took a deep, shaky breath. When he exhaled, his breath was accompanied by a soft whimper, something Alvin had not expected to hear. "No, I don't like getting grounded, and sure, I have loads of fun riding bikes in the house or making some catapult in the backyard or chasing monsters through the house at night," David added, "But when I make those messes and you yell at me, it reassures me that my father hasn't disappeared like MOM DID!"

Those words seemed to echo through the entire house. Alvin did not move a muscle, afraid the entire building would come down if he did. He simply waited to see if his son had anything else to say.

David sniffed and wiped his tears over his sleeve. "I dunno if Mom's comin' back, so if makin' big messes and getting grounded for them lets me know that I'm not an orphan yet then I'll keep DOIN' it until I DIE!" he yelled as hard as he could.

That was all Alvin could take. He took a hasty step towards his son, all the while spreading out his arms. "Okay, okay, come here," he said.

David hardly even hesitated when the invitation was given. He ran up to his father and jumped as high as he could until his arms had wrapped around Alvin's neck. Stumbling once at the weight, Alvin pulled himself back and placed one arm beneath his son to keep him aloft and the other around his back and head. David buried his face in his father's sweater and sobbed.

"Come on, Davy," Alvin whispered as he stroked the back of the boy's head. "Calm down…"

"I don't want you to disappear too, Pop, please don't leave me too," David cried, although his voice was muffled.

"I'm not going to disappear, Davy. I'm still here." Alvin fell silent for a moment, hoping his son would stop crying, and then gently pecked David's head. He then pressed his cheek against his son while closing his eyes. "Come on Buddy, chin up," he said.

"I'm sorry I made a mess, Pop, I'm sorry," David apologized through tears. "I'm really sorry, really, really sorry."

"Yeah, I know."

"I don't wanna lose my family. Please don't die, I don't wanna be an orphan."

Alvin held him tighter after hearing these words. "I promised you and your sister nearly years ago that I would never leave you," he said. "And I don't plan on doing it now." When David let out another heartbreaking sob, Alvin hummed a soft song, hoping it would push away the boy's fear. "Come on, Buddy, ssshhh," he whispered after singing a verse. "It's okay, I'm still here. I haven't disappeared yet."

He continued to sing for a minute or two longer after that, until David's sobs had slowly faded away. They boy wiped his eyes over his sleeve and sniffed before looking over Alvin's shoulder. It was not often nowadays that his father sang lullabies to him and his sister—usually, David considered it embarrassing, and he was certain his father did as well. But sometimes, even little troublemakers who say that nothing in the world frightens them need a little lullaby to remind them that things will get better.

It made things even better when your father happened to be the best singing cartoon artist on the planet.

David waited until his father had stopped singing before speaking again: "I'll go get my video games for you to hide," he whispered.

But Alvin shook his head. "Forget it," he replied, catching David's attention. "You're not grounded anymore."


"I forgot what the mess was. End of discussion."

His son did not argue the matter any longer. David let out a sigh before closing his eyes and setting his head back down against his father's shoulder. He kept it there even when Alvin spoke up again:

"… Wanna go skip stones over the water on the beach? Just you and me."

"... Okay..."
pic for story: [link]

David does enjoy making messes, but he's very attached to his father considering he lost his mother. Alvin actually tries with all his might not to get too bruised up during missions or as a cop because he knows how fearful his son is of losing him like they lost Brittany.

Alvin (c) Bagdasarian Sr.
David, Story (c) KicsterAsh
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DawnDewdrop Featured By Owner May 14, 2014  Student Artist
sweet, still trying to find your stories on these though so I don't feel like I just fell in the middle. send me a link or something ya know? Anything ... I want ta hear the story if ya posted it...
doom141 Featured By Owner Jul 1, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Alven is tureing in to dave
jadontheman Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2013
Nice story. I really liked it. Watching you right now.
therandomguyzs Featured By Owner Jun 2, 2013
lol nice story lol
Tailsnumber1 Featured By Owner May 17, 2013  Student Writer
Oh my......god..........that was beautiful!
Davecreator14 Featured By Owner Feb 23, 2013  Hobbyist Filmographer
i cried
AmyNChan Featured By Owner Dec 1, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Hadn't actually gotten to read this before, but I'm glad I did now
the3Ss Featured By Owner Nov 11, 2012  Student Artist
Aw... pulling on the heart strings there :') this is beautiful. You're a very talented author.
katrox13 Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
its funny how this song was plaing when i was reading this story [link]
HalfMadCharacter Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2012  Student General Artist
Cry cry. :'( You're really good at writing this kind of thing. No offense, but why'd you kill off the Chipettes?
KicsterAsh Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2012  Professional Filmographer
Not all of them died, if you've read the descriptions of any of my pictures or stories.
HalfMadCharacter Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2012  Student General Artist
But Jeneatte did.
KicsterAsh Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2012  Professional Filmographer
Yes, but not the other two.
HalfMadCharacter Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2012  Student General Artist
But u didnt answer my question.
KicsterAsh Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2012  Professional Filmographer
uh, yes I did. You asked "why did you kill off the Chipettes?" Meaning plural.
You did not say one. you said plural.
And does it really matter?
HalfMadCharacter Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2012  Student General Artist
When u put it that way, why did you even bother commenting me back? Im not trying to bother u or anything. I just want to know why.
Icey-Night Featured By Owner Nov 1, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I cried so hard on the inside.......... ;n; This a very sad but heartwarming story. :heart:
Novanplz Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2012
. . .
<attempting to run AppropriateEmotion.exe>
<ERROR! Cannot find program! Try again?>

I can't explain the emotion I'm feeling right now.
GreenTeaZombie Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2012  Hobbyist Artist
When I read the first line I thought it was going to be some lame fan-fiction involving overdramatic lines and the chipettes, but that was honestly one of the best things I have ever read. Good job. ~PRAISE~
Jeanette09 Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
This was sooo touching, nearly broke my heart. Poor lil Davie :(
Sunnycat17 Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2012  Student Digital Artist
Incredible. This is just great. The story really surprised me. :)
Farelle Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I cried :O honestly....this is really touching and soooo true if you loose one of your parents far too early....
SnowyMarriner Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012  Student
Why do all of you stories alway make me cry :'3

cuz they are so amazingly written :D
shieldmaiden5678 Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Definitely was not expecting the story to go in the direction that it did. Incredibly touching and moving, plus very well written! The wisdom and logic of children can be quite astounding. You really created a wonderful story here once again and prove that you're a talented writer. Side note, ever attempt National Novel Writing Month?
QuantumBurner84 Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012  Student Digital Artist
props ... and applause - well finely articulated lesson and theme
sweet and sad
Cheliseville Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012
Alvin's a good daddy.
Calicara Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012  Student Writer
You know, I'm not usually into fan-fic because it's usually cannon or completely ridiculous, but whenever I see you upload a story I am more than excited to read it.

Your stories are both entertaining, and emotional. They show not only the problems, but how they effect the characters. And though I cannot, I think I know many people could relate to your stories on a more personal level, which really draws the reader in.

You are a fantastic artist, and a fantastic writer. I cannot wait to see more! ^__^
Cimorine90 Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012
:tears: OH MY GOSH SO TOUCHING!!! :cries: my eyes filled with tears when David yelled about so that Alvin would come home, and Alvin stopped. . . I can just imagine him calling up Simon or Theo afterwards and saying something along the lines of: You think you know your own kids, but they keep surprising you.
StarStorm16 Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012
Aw what a sad and cute story
tmntfreak190 Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012  Student Artisan Crafter
I am crying now. Bravo Miss Ash. Bravo
Lightningbluestar Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
*sniff* its SO BEAUTIFUL AND SAD!!!!!!!! you just make the most heart-warming stories that come alive :) i love this
Plakadak Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012
did all the chippettes die? or is Eleanor still alive?
KicsterAsh Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012  Professional Filmographer
only Jeanette died.
Plakadak Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012
Then what happened to Brittany?
KicsterAsh Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012  Professional Filmographer
She and Eleanor disappeared
Plakadak Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012
Oohhh <3
CountrygalxHetalia Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012  Student Digital Artist
Awww... I literally cried while reading this! It's so heartwrenching but so sweet!! I love this!
Madness-Has-Returned Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I almost cried during this.... And it listening to Akahitoha does not help at all. ;n;
Turkeyhead987 Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012  Student
Jordyyyyy Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012  Student
Aaww, poor Davy, I can imagine in must be hard for him to lose one parent. I'd be scared to lose my other parent, too. ;; This was sweet...I love Alvin's nurturing side, especially since we don't get to see it very often.
Celtyfoof Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012
This is amazing!
meadowgreene Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
...that was too cute. I luv it!!!!
Hotspot0626 Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012
Aw~, nice story.
MelissMySiss Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012
Aww so sad and so cute all at the same time!
The-fleeopian-queen Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Ouch...I feel like my heart just cracked into tiny little pieces...This is so emotional oh my gosh Ash you sure can write ;0; <3
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