Alvin Chipmunks Vacation Novels & Stories

"...What's emotionally constipated?" "You'll learn when you're older." The opening soundtrack played through the television, and I happily reached into the family-sized bag of spicy chips resting between us. This house had surprisingly good snacks. I'd found instant ramen. Chocolate. Potato chips. Popcorn. Cookies. Ice cream. At this point, kidnapping had become an all-inclusive vacation package. Matias stole another handful before I could. "Hey!" "You were distracted." "That's called theft." "It's called sharing."

"There’s no such thing as not complaining. Everyone needs a break, even you. Take some time off, enjoy the season. Return when you feel it suits you. I’m sure your mom misses you." "But… what about you?" I hesitated, unsure if stepping away was really an option. "You’ll be here. Won’t you need me?" He waved it off with a small shrug. "I’ll manage. Little Mouse and I are thinking about a short vacation. Maybe somewhere outside the country. Hmm?" I nodded, trying to hide my surprise. "Oh, okay then. That sounds… good." Vincenzo stood, closing his laptop and setting it down on the table. His movements were deliberate, as always, but there was a certain lightness to him today.

and he pressed his lips on mine. * We freshened up, had a lavish breakfast, then he led me out. It was 11 AM now, and the street was busy. “Shall we?” he asked as he led me to the car. He gave the drivers some instructions and we moved to our next destination. “Where are we going?” I asked, intrigued. “Next will be our pre-destination. And then will be our final destination,” he grinned. “Really?” I asked, surprised. “Oh, yes… you asked for a vacation, my love. I am going to give you the world’s best vacation…” He was so happy.

Aria’s POV The Hollow had slept for four months. Or maybe, Aria thought as she looked down at her son, it had only been dreaming. Snow drifted outside the cabin window, thick and soundless, burying the world beneath layers of white and stillness. The Northern Path had vanished beneath winter’s weight. What remained of the pack lived in the hollowed ribs of an old outpost— and half refuge, half reminder of what they’d survived. The gate they sealed months ago still glowed faintly beyond the ridge, a dying ember pulsing beneath the ice.

Oh this is just adorable. “He is called a bunny.” I told the chipmunk, hoping that it will learn something. “They can jump very high and they usually like carrots.” I saw the chipmunk’s face morphing into something like what a pervert’s face would look like as it looked at the bunny. No way...is the chipmunk...to the bunny…?

A whole bunch of new guests are sitting on the fur rugs, and the lower wolves are carrying their bags. How do I find you, Alpha Heir? I can either ask the front guard or find the stairs myself. This place is way bigger than our citadel, but I know there must be a special hallway for the royal family. While I am thinking, four big wolves walk past me carrying hot cups of tea. I listen really closely to what they are saying. “We need to finish buying those three old dens in the Whispering Moon Woods by sunset,” a male wolf in a purple shirt says.

Alvara nodded, absentmindedly chewing her lower lip. We rode on in silence for what felt like ages. More birds appeared as we got deeper into the property. Several skunks had run across the path a few meters back and Pepper had nipped at them profusely. Alvara was lost in her daydreams. Let Pepper tug her almost clean off. Without my intervention, I was sure she would have fallen. "Are you alright?" I asked, looking at her for a side glance. We were coming up on a river soon and I didn't want to miss our turn-off to go back home.

Carl, Richard, and Lauren were a little upset that Dev, Arya, Jakey, and the twins were remaining in Texas and that they wouldn’t be able to see them as much, but we’ve already got a couple of trips scheduled back and forth so that all the cousins could get together and we could see our best friends. Our side trip takes us to a beach in Alabama for a day, a two-day trip to Disney to see the mouse and his friends, and several small side trips up the East Coast. Dev, Arya, and the pups joined us for those three days. Diego, Lily, Kare, and their pups even joined us for a day at Mouseland. Apparently, not everyone likes Mickey. When Alexander burst out crying, I literally had to catch Christy’s

And it turned out that both of them had their answers so very no about the offer, in the end both of them looked at each other then frowned perfectly as if thinking to each other this was something so very wrong. “What happened to you? Why did you agree to auntie's request?” Maria looked like that so that the Barnett family would not hear what she wanted to say to Alvin of course. “Aren't you thinking about something? Let's ignore the honeymoon or whatever, by getting the chance to get out of this house we can get the chance to be free and not do the act anymore. Don't you feel so bored? Even I feel so annoyed with the act that I have to eat with you. Even if it's only for two or three days

“We have all done a good job putting Owen first. Is Maya back tonight? I’d like to thank her too.” “She might pop in later. I told her I’d watch Lucy tonight so she can get some proper sleep. You can too.” “Dad, can we watch a movie?” Owen asks. “We sure can. What do you want to see?” “The chipmunks? Lucy likes them. They are funny.” “Munks… yay, Alviiiiiin,” Lucy yells. We all laugh. “You bet. I’ll get it organized and get the TV over here.” “Thanks Dad.”