THE SCANDALOUS CHIPMUNKS

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It was three days before their next concert that Alvin first got the idea.

"Hey, bros - why don't we do something scandalous?" he said to Simon and Theodore in the bedroom, while Dave was downstais making breakfast.

Theodore looked puzzled, while Simon's eyes went wide in surprise. "Did you just say what I think you just said?!" he asked, as he put on his glasses.

"Why, is your hearing going, too?" Alvin teased.

Simon groaned in annoyance and crossed his arms.

"Alvin, what does 'scan-da-lous' mean?" asked an inquisitive Theodore.

Simon glared at his shortest brother, to which Theodore only said, "What?"

"It's when you do something naughty and get more popular over it," Alvin explained.

"Oo, oo! Sounds fun! I wanna do something scandalous!" Theodore said, nearly jumping out of his bed in excitement.

"No, Theodore! You don't want to do anything like that! We'd only get into trouble with Dave!" Simon said scoldingly.

"Aw, c'mon, Simon! It'll be fun!" Alvin said. "'Sides, all the other pop music stars are doing it! Ozzy Osbourne bit the head off a live bat, and Madonna goes on stage in pretty much her underwear..."

"But they're all adults, Alvin," replied Simon. "We're still kids! We haven't even reached puberty yet!"

"Your point being?" asked Alvin. "Worst that could happen to us is, Dave grounds us for... I dunno, a few months. And 'sides, you've had fun before doing things we weren't supposed to, right?"

"Being scared out of my wits *isn't* fun, Alvin," came Simon's blunt reply. "We could have been seriously hurt some of those times - or worse, killed!"

Alvin smirked at Simon. "C'mon, it's not gonna be *that* bad, Si. it's just gonna be something quick at our next concert."

"Yeah, I'm sure it's gonna be fun, Simon," said Theodore excitedly. "Give it a chance!"

Simon groaned. "Fine," he said. "What did you have in mind, Alvin?"

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Three days later, the concert venue was jam-packed. Fans of all ages, young and old, were standing and chattering, patiently waiting for the three young chipmunks to being singing. TV cameras were placed all over the building.

Then the trio stepped onstage, in their color-coded long sweaters - Alvin in red, Simon in blue, and Theodore in green - with Alvin wearing his trademark cap. The crowd cheered in excitement as Alvin took his microphone.

"How are you guys doing tonight?" he shouted, in his recognizably high-pitched, squeaky voice. The crowd screamed ecstatically in reply.

"We've got a little surprise for you tonight," Alvin went on, a smirk on his face. "Bros, you know what to do!"

At that, the three boys turned around, lifted the backs of their sweaters, and...

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To say Dave Seville was shocked would have been an understatement.

Even far from the stage, in his special box seat, he could see his three adopted sons wiggle their rear ends, their white briefs in full view of the audience.

"Dave," said one of his music industry acquaintances, sitting next to him, "that's *your* band, right?"

By now, Dave's expression had turned from shock to anger. "Yes," he replied, "and they're in big trouble!"

With that, Dave stormed out of the box.

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(Why I agreed to this, I'll never know,) thought Simon, as he waved his underwear-clad posterior to and fro along with Alvin and Theodore.

Exxcept he *did* know. He'd vehemently refused at first, but the sight of Alvin and Theodore giving him "puppy-dog eyes" had led him to change his mind, even though he still didn't like it one bit.

Simon could, at least, console himself with the fact that they were, at least, wearing their usual pure-white brief-type underpants. He didn't even want to know what things would have been like had they forgotten - or worse, "forgotten" - to wear anything underneath their sweaters.

Behind the chipmunks, there were varying reactions for the crowd. Some of the adults had fainted, while others were covering their children's eyes. Many of the other children were laughing hysterically at the sight. Simon was sure that, had his face not been covered with fur, he would be visibly blushing from embarrassment.

And worst of all, the TV cameras were still pointed at them, transmitting everything to thousands of households across the country. Simon was sure that everything was being recorded, too, possibly for posterity depending on the decision of Dave and/or the network heads.

"ALLLLLLLVIIIIIIIIIIN!" came an all-too-familiar voice. Simon inwardly praised Dave for guessing correctly who the one most responsible for this was.

Simon briefly - no pun intended - considered pulling down his sweater, but ultimately decided not to, as Alvin and Theodore had agreed on doing the stunt until Dave shooed them off the stage - and Simon didn't want to feel left out, so he agreed as well.

In a while, Simon figured, the three boys would be forced off-stage by Dave, who would no doubt lecture them about what was appropriate behavior. Then, the concert would most likely go on as normal, since Dave had already paid the performance free. The chipmunks would probably be grounded for a few weeks, even a few months. It wasn't likely that Dave would allow future broadcasts of the boys showing their underwear, but at least one VCR must have recorded the live event on VHS for posterity.

As an enraged Dave came even closer to the stage, Simon felt even more embarrssed and humiliated as he and his brothers continued their booty-shaking. And yet, despite that Simon couldn't help but think that there was a silver lining to all this.

He turned to the chipmunk in the red cap. "You were right, Alvin," he said, "this *was* fun!"