Hey everyone, I'm back! I pretty much missed you this entire summer. I apologize for not writing anything these past 3 months once again. I really wanted to really understand the Chipmunks so I decided to write a review of every episode for the 80s cartoon. It may not be stories but there's plenty of witty commentary so go to my twitter account TCoolmunk to check them out. After that I was getting ready for college. I'm majoring in Screenwriting and was hoping to really improve my storytelling but I just recently found out my college won't begin until the end of the month. Seeing how I have a whole month with nothing to do, I've decided to write a new fanfic. Dave is actually the main character of this story. As for what canon this story takes reference from is neither really. It's like my first one where it takes inspiration all over the franchise. So I thank you for choosing to read my story, and I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1 - Wordy Birdy

"David!" a voice of a woman called out, "David! Come inside, Breakfast is ready!"

"Coming Mom!" a little boy yelled back. It was a hot and sunny day in Fresno, California. The year was 1968. Fresno was your typical Californian city. It's population was nothing to write home about, but the weather was always nice and warm. Though little Davey Seville loved his hometown, it wasn't the most interesting place in the world. The terrain was half way between a desert and plain, and there were no outstanding landmarks. But it was a nice place with nice people, nothing much happened but the 8 year old was content. Or at least that's what his parents told him he should feel. Dave stopped playing with his soccer ball in the backyard and came inside the house just like his mother ordered.

In the kitchen Dave could see and smell that his mom had finished with the pancakes. She set them down on three plates on the dining table as her son was ready to eat. " Wait for your father" Mrs. Seville reminded the boy of his manners, "Marty, get in here!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming" the well dressed man grumbled as he entered. He had a cigarette in his mouth and a newspaper in his right hand. He sat down at the table as he opened up the newspaper. Dave could see the front of the newspaper. The headliner read "Richard Nixon Elected as Republican Nominee". "Oh boy won't this piss the hippies off" Mr. Seville chuckled, "Guess they won't be shuttin' up anytime soon. Those damn Baby Boomers, ruining this country"

"You don't mean that, Marty" Mrs. Seville hushed, "You would say that about cousin Dicky, would you?"

"Of course not" Mr. Seville denied, "Unlike his peers, he's fighting for his country. You see Linda, all the good baby boomers are in Vietnam right now"

"I miss cousin Dicky" Dave sighed. It had only been two months since his 18 year old cousin, Dick Seville was drafted into fight in the war. Though he was 10 years older, the two of them were best friends. Dave thought his cousin was the funniest person alive. He would always pull pranks on the family and take Dave to fun places like the movies or the amusement park. And now his cousin was at the other side of the world, doing all sorts of dangerous things.

"I miss him too, sweetie" Mrs. Seville assured, "But Aunt June said he will send us a letter soon"

"I'm just hoping he's alright," Dave frowned.

"Don't worry Davey, Dicky may be a strange kid but he's a tough one" Mr. Seville assured. Once Dave finished his pancakes he got up.

"Okay, I'm off to school," he proclaimed.

"Okay sweetie, have a good day" his mother smiled. Dave left and picked up his book bag as he headed to school. On the way there he saw many kids walk together, showing who was friends with who. Dave sighed to himself, being reminded how lonely he was. He didn't really have any friends. It's not that the other kids didn't like him, they just never asked him to play. Dave felt he lacked social skills because he was an only child. No brothers, no sisters. The youngest person he was close with was Dicky, and now he was all alone. The other kids must've thought he was pretty boring, as there was nothing about him that stood out. Dave thought he was unremarkable, and he hoped to change that.

Later in the day, Dave had music class. Music was by far his favorite subject. He was alright in other classes, but he excelled in this one. He had no trouble learning any instrument or song. In fact it was the only time in the day the other kids would talk to him, as they wanted his help. Usually in this class, everyone would be assigned to an instrument and they would all practice the same song. Dave played the trumpet. But today was going to be different. "Alright class" Mrs. Birch the music teacher began to say, "I have a very important announcement. You all have done so well in this class, each and everyone of you are gifted. So it's my pleasure to announce that this week we're not going to be performing a song together." Everyone in class looked at each other all confused. "No, each of you are going to perform your own song" the music teacher continued, "That's right, you can choose any song of your own choice. You use different instruments if you want to. You'll have all week to practice. And on Friday, each of you will perform in front of the class. I know all of this sounds nerve racking but I have full faith that you all can do it. So for today I'm going to let you think over what song you want to perform, and by the end of class I want all of you to write it down on these worksheets." She then passed out worksheets to the entire class.

Dave got his and gulped. Performing by himself… in front of the whole class?! Well at least at that point they would all have to pay attention to him. But it sounded very scary. This could very well be his only chance to make an impression on everyone and he feared he'd mess it up. He was good at music sure, but he never had to do it all by himself. So when the end of class came around Dave tried to sneak away before Mrs. Birch noticed. "David" she called out.

Dave's heart sank as he reluctantly faced the woman, "Yes Mrs. Birch?"

"Come on, you think I wasn't going to notice?" she asked as he showed Dave his blank worksheet, "I'm surprised Dave, I thought you wouldn't have any trouble picking a song"

"Sorry" Dave looked to the ground shamefully, "It's just I don't think I could perform in front of the class no matter what song I pick"

"Oh David, I meant what I said about all of you. Everyone here is a great musician" Mrs. Birch explained, "Why you're one of my best students.

"But Mrs. Birch I just can't perform on my own" Dave complained, "I'll make a fool out of myself in front of the whole class"

"Well Dave, I'm afraid you're going to perform a song whether you like it or not" the teacher explained, "Here, I'll make it easier on you by picking the song myself. I know you're good on the piano so I have full faith that you can perform a song a bit more advanced. Do you like Elvis?"

"Yeah who doesn't like him" Dave answered nervously.

"Good, because I'm assigning you with Good Luck Charm" Mrs. Birch said sternly as she handed him the sheet for it, "Now I would hate to give you an F on this assignment because you really are a good student, so please don't disappoint me. Is that clear Mr. Seville?"

"Yes" Dave sighed.

During recess Dave sat under a tree while the other kids played. He looked at the music sheet that Mrs. Birch had given him. Why did she assign him a song he doesn't know how to play? He is a fast learner when it comes to music but he wasn't sure he could learn an entire new song by Friday. He was going to get that F for sure. What will his parents think? He has never gotten a F before. His dad will probably take away his allowance or his mom will ground him for a month. He guessed he had no choice, he had to perform in front of his class if he hoped to have a future.

And so when he got home, he spent the rest of the day practicing on the piano in the living room. It's not like he had friends to hang out with. Though it wasn't all bad, he did very much like playing on the piano. When he played he felt his fingers were soaring, and that he had become one with the music. He thought maybe he could be a pianist when he grew up; play at restaurants and stuff. Unfortunately, the dread of his Friday performance kept messing him up, making him less and less hopeful for when the day comes. Suddenly he heard tapping at the window. He decided to go investigate and he saw it was only a mouse. It seemed it was trying to get inside because it smelled his mother's cooking. She was making spaghetti tonight. It didn't seem to be scared of Dave, as it didn't run off when he spotted him. So he looked behind him to make sure no one was looking and opened the window. He put his hand near the mouse and it sniffed his fingers. When it stayed in place, Dave decided to gently pet it, and the mouse let him. He was overjoyed that he was able to do this. Since his dad was allergic to fur, they were unable to have any pets. But Dave loved animals, and he felt like if he had a pet of his own he wouldn't be so lonely. Maybe he could keep this little guy a secret….

"Achoo!" he heard his father as he came in. "David, what are you doing by the window? You're letting the cold in" he grumbled.

"Nothing!" Dave lied. He quickly picked the mouse up and dropped him on the ground outside. "Shoo" he whispered to the little rodent. The mouse then ran off into the night, never to be seen again. "Oh well" he thought to himself, "It was nice while it lasted"

Dinner was soon ready and the Sevilles chowed down. "Um mom, dad" Dave decided to speak up, "if I got an F on an assignment would you get mad?"

His parents then dropped their knife and fork and stared right at him. "You got an F?!" his mother yelled.

"No no mom, I swear!" Dave exclaimed, "It's just I'll probably get a F later this week"

"Come on son, I didn't raise no quitter" Mr. Seville shook his head, "Look whatever this quiz is I'm sure I could help with it. If it's math then come on, I'm an accountant"

"I don't think you can help me with this one, dad" Dave explained, "You see it's music"

"Music?" his father scoffed, "You're getting worked up over music? It's like the least important class there is"

"Marty, I still don't want Dave to get an F" Mrs. Seville argued.

"Hey I was never great at music and look at me, I'm doing great" Mr. Seville explained, "Head of the accounting apartment for Carlton's Cardboard Manufacturing. My father was an accountant and so will Davey. So forget about all that music class crap, son. Your future is in financing" Despite how enthusiastic his father stated it, Dave wasn't at all excited by the prospect.

Another day of school has passed. Everyone in Dave's class had seemed to have chosen a song and have been practicing pretty heavily on them. No one else other than Dave seemed at all nervous for Friday, nor did any of them seemed to be having any trouble. He feared he was going to become the laughing stock of the school.

When he got home once again he was ready to practice some more when suddenly he heard the doorbell ringing. "Coming!" Mrs. Seville cried. She opened the front door and it was none other than Auntie June. "June!" Mrs. Seville laughed as she gave her sister in law a hug. It didn't take long for Dave and Mr. Seville to come over.

"Hi everyone!" Aunt June greeted.

"I mean it's good to see you June, but I thought you were going on a trip to Hawaii today" Mr. Seville noted.

"And I am still going, there's just a slight problem" Aunt June then begin to look a bit nervous, "You see I heard back from Dick recently"

"Is he alright?" Dave asked immediately.

"Oh he's dandy, said he's very popular in his group" June assured, "It's just well, why don't you read the letter he sent me"

"Okay" Mr. Seville raised an eyebrow as he began to read, "Dear Mom, I got assigned to my first base. It's this nice Beach on the west of Vietnam. It's very sticky and humid over here but it is quite beautiful. We still haven't encountered any of the enemies yet. I am a bit nervous when the bullets start flying. At least I can assure you I am in good company. The other soldiers are a riot to be around, we became fast friends. Still I couldn't help but feel like how lonely you are without me. So I decided to send a friend over… What does Dicky mean by that?"

"Well.." June then uncovered the thing she was carrying. It was a bird cage with a big parrot inside.

"Squawk" said the parrot "What does Dicky mean?"

Mr. Seville just stared at the tropical bird in complete disbelief. Not knowing any other way to react, he decided to continue reading. "This here is Duke. He's a blue-rumped parrot."

"It's true, I checked," June confirmed.

Marty just continued reading, "I found this crazy guy on one of our scouting missions. He took a real liking to me when I fed him some of my peanuts and I guess you could say I took a real liking to him too. And so I decided to adopt him. I want you to take care of him until I come back from the war. I also mailed you a book on caring for parrots. So you will know everything to do.. Have fun with your new best friend, love Dicky" "Man Dick has pulled some wild stunts but nothing like this. How are you even supposed to take care of him when you're going to Hawaii?"

"Well you're going to take care of him" June answered. She then handed her brother the parrot.

"What, I don't know anything about taking care of an animal!" Mr. Seville objected, "Especially not a parrot"

"Squawk, I'll get my brother to look after this stupid thing while I relax by the beach" Duke chirped.

"He's very talkative" June winced, "Look it's only for a couple of days. I'll take him back once I return on Saturday. Please Marty, I'll pay you back"

Mr. Seville let out a big sigh, "Alright June, but next time get someone else to do the bird sitting"

"Oh thank you, thank you!" June hugged him tightly, "Well I'll be off to Hawaii. So Aloha!"

"Bye Aunt June!" Dave and his parents waved. Once she was gone, everyone looked at the parrot.

"Squawk, Hey roomies!" Duke greeted. At first Dave was very excited to have Duke around. Since he had feathers and not fur, Mr. Seville wasn't sneezing up a storm. It may have only been for a few days, Dave thought he finally had a pet. Since both of his parents were too busy, Dave happily agreed to be in charge of the parrot. He read the book on how to take care of a parrot and learned how to feed Duke. He even started to play with him, giving him some nuts to gnaw on and getting him to say silly things like "Grape Juice", "Ring ring, pick up the phone" and "The Beatles are overrated". There was a downside to all of these, and it was pretty bad. Duke. Never. Shuts. Up. He would constantly repeat everything the Sevilles said. When he heard the songs on the radio, he wouldn't stop singing along. Duke especially loved songs by The Monkees.

"Cheer up sleepy Jean!" Duke sang throughout the night "Oh what can it mean for a DAYDREAM BELIEVER!"

Mr. and Mrs. Seville laid in their bed wide awake. "I WISH I COULD DREAM IF THAT DAMN BIRD DOESN'T SHUT THE HELL UP!" Mr. Seville screamed.

"Wait Marty, I think he stopped" Mrs. Seville hushed, "I think he finally went to sleep."

"Finally" Mr. Seville grumbled. The two of them could finally relax and get some shut eye.

"Cheer up sleepy Jean!" Duke sang.

"FOR THE LOVE OF!"

By Thursday Dave was a wreck. Not only was he still super nervous about the performance, but he hadn't been able to practice much because of Duke. So once he was back from school, he decided he was going to focus all of his energy on getting the song down. He sat by the piano and started to play "Good Luck Charm" while Duke was over by the corner pecking the lint off the carpet. When he heard the melody, the bird flew over to the head of the piano bopping his head to the rhythm.

"Come on and be my little good luck charm, Uh-huh-huh, you sweet delight" Duke sang.

Dave began to laugh out loud. "I guess you must've caught Elvis on the radio", he smiled. It was pretty amazing how Duke was able to recognize the melody and sing along. An idea then popped in his head. He should sing at the performance on Friday. He would surely get an A if he was able to sing and play the piano. "Oh Come on be my little…"

Dave was soon interrupted by Duke "Good luck charm, uh-huh-huh, you sweet delight" Dave stopped again and sighed.

He guessed there was no way to get Duke to stop singing along. Like his dad said, "Duke is one Wordy Birdy"

"Have it your way Duke" Dave chuckled, "A 1, a 2, 4." The two of them began to sing:

If I found a lucky penny

I'd throw it across the bay

Your love is worth all the gold on earth

No wonder that I say

Come on and be my little good luck charm

Uh-huh huh, you sweet delight

I want a good luck charm a-hanging on my arm

To have, to have, to hold, to hold tonight

Dave laughed happily, having such a good time. He really did love music, even performing it. All the worries he had about the performance washed away. He still needed the music sheets to memorize the notes and lyrics, but he felt prepared for class tomorrow.

"David, I thought I told you to do the dishes!" his mother yelled from the kitchen.

"Sorry mom, I'll do it right now" he yelled back. He then got up to do his forgotten chore. Meanwhile in the living room, Duke was still hanging about. Mr. Seville then entered the room and stared at the bird.

"Hey there Wordy Birdy" the man said.

"Squawk, pee pee pee pee" Duke bobbed his head.

"You better not do it on the carpet again" Mr. Seville grumbled, "Do it in your cage, got it?" He looked over and noticed that the birdcage was empty of newspaper, so there was nothing for Duke to do his business on. "Jeez Louise" he sighed. He already threw out the morning paper so he had to find something else. He then spotted the music sheets by the piano and decided to use them to call Duke's potty instead. "There, now do you business" he pointed to show the bird.

After dinner, Dave decided to practice some more piano before night time. He was shocked to see that the music sheets were gone. "Where are they?" he asked, "I left them right here"

Mr. Seville then came in, "What are you looking for Davey?"

"My music sheets" Dave answered, "I need them for my performance tomorrow I thought I left them by the piano."

Mr. Seville then froze. He looked over to Duke's cage and put two and two together. "Aaaaaah.." he stuttered.

Dave's mother then came in,"I'm sure it's here somewhere, come on let's look." Then she and her son started to search the entire living room. Mr. Seville sweated as he secretly walked over to the cage. Duke was sleeping in it so he knew he had to be extra careful. He gently opened the little gate and looked at the bottom. To his utter horror, the music sheets have been ruined and ripped up by Duke.

And unfortunately, Duke happened to wake up right then and there, "Cheer up sleepy Jean!" This startled everyone in the room. Mr. Seville tried to snatch the remains of the sheets before the others could see but he caused them to fall to the ground for all to see. Dave looked down at the shredded pieces of paper and was completely silent.

"I'm sorry Dave, it was my fault" his father admitted, filled with guilt, "I didn't know what they were."

This didn't stop his son from tearing up and running upstairs to his room. Mr. Seville's heart broke seeing how he accidentally hurt his son.

"Marty, how could you?!" Mrs. Seville spat at her husband, "Davey was working hard on that song all week. You better go up and make things right or you'll be sleeping on the couch tonight."

"I know" Mr. Seville sighed. He grabbed something by the piano before he left. He then slowly made his way upstairs and he found poor little Dave crying into his pillow. He grabbed the chair by his son's desk and sat over him. "I'm really sorry David, I feel really guilty about it" he said somberly, "You're probably really mad at me right now"

Dave then lifted his face up a bit. "I'm not mad at you dad" he sniffed, "I'm mad at myself. I wasn't able to remember one song and now I'm going to make a huge fool out of myself in front of my whole class."

"Oh Davey" Mr. Seville frowned, "No one said your performance had to be perfect. Remember what I said, music isn't that important."

"But Mrs. Birch will give me an F for sure" Dave wept.

"Oh no she won't" his father denied, "Look, I got some blank music sheets. You've been practicing all week, surely you remember most of it." He then showed Dave the sheets and even handed him a pencil. "I know it's not much but whenever I lose important documents at work, I try to write down everything I remember about them. I think it's worth a try, don't you?"

Dave got up from his bed, still drained of energy. "I'll try," he sighed. He went back downstairs and sat at the piano once more. He tried to play out the song in his head but he kept messing up. "Dang it" he swore to himself.

Duke then heard him playing starting singing along, "Squawk, don't want a four leaf clover, don't want an old horse shoe"

At this point Dave was over the edge, "Duke shut up! For goodness sake be quiet!"

"Am I a Wordy Birdy?" Duke asked. Dave was confused at first but then he realized he was yelling at Duke like his dad. "Wordy Birdy, Wordy Birdy" Duke mimicked Mr. Seville.

"Hmm Wordy Birdy" Dave repeated as well. He had to admit it sounded very catchy to say.

"Wordy Birdy, Wordy Wordy Birdy Birdy" Duke said rhythmically. Suddenly an idea popped in Dave's head, a big one. If he can't remember the song, then he'll just make a new one.

The next day was Friday, and it was finally time for all the students to perform individually. Dave hardly paid attention to each of the performances as he had spent the entire night working. Despite that, his heart was racing. Here it was, the thing he has been dreading all week.

"Alright, next up is David Seville" Mrs. Birch announced. Dave leapt out of his seat as everyone began to clap for him. He walked slowly to the front of the class, avoiding everyone's eye contact. Unlike the others, he brought more than just a music sheet. He then sat down at the piano. "So David, tell the class what you are going to perform for us today" Mrs. Birch requested.

Dave then coughed as he took out a couple of very messy music sheets and propped them up. "I-it's a new song" he answered.

"Oh you wrote your own song?" Mrs. Birch asked curiously.

"Yeah um, it's called uh Wordy Birdy" he stated. The class started to laugh at how silly the name was.

"Quiet down everyone and give David your undivided attention" the teacher ordered, "Alright Mr. Seville, you may begin"

"Okay" Dave muttered. He took one last deep breath as he put something on the top of the piano. He pulls off the blanket, revealing he had brought Duke to school.

"Wordy Birdy" Duke squawkingly squawked. Dave then slammed his hands on the keys as he began to play some rock n roll and sing.

Daddy was just lazin' around one day

Until a strange little parrot came flying his way

It could squawk, it could talk

And boy could the Birdy sing

But it wouldn't shut its trap

It yipped and yakked

Drove poor daddy screaming

Because it was a Wordy Birdy

Wordy Wordy Birdy Birdy

(Duke) Wordy Birdy

Wordy Wordy Birdy Birdy

Wordy Birdy

Man wasn't Daddy done

But it Kept Squawking and Talking

Until the morning sun had come

Daddy had it with Birdy, telling its got to go

But Birdy was too busy singing along with the radio

But Daddy got an idea, the Bird could sing

How about catching it making its his own thing

He said he'll make him a star

And they will go far

Good Daddy started scheming

Because it was a Wordy Birdy

Wordy Wordy Birdy Birdy

(Duke) Wordy Birdy

Wordy Wordy Birdy Birdy

Wordy Birdy

Maybe Daddy has won

But it Kept Squawking and Talking

Until the morning sun has come

Now little Birdy was Big Star

Riding down LA in a big old car

Daddy made cash, Daddy made dough

He really put on a jazzy show

But everywhere he went, he heard squawk

On radio and on sidewalk

Everybody was playing his tape

And Daddy realize there was no escape

Because of Word Birdy

Wordy Wordy Birdy Birdy

(Duke) Wordy Birdy

Wordy Wordy Birdy Birdy

Wordy Birdy

Daddy thought he had won

But it Kept Squawking and Talking

(Duke) Wordy Wordy Birdy Birdy

It kept Squawking and Talking

(Duke) Wordy Wordy Birdy Birdy

It Kept Squawking and Talking

Until the morning sun had come

Dave then finally finishes off with a strum on the keys and slamming his hands. Everyone in the class started to cheer loudly. Kids were chanting his name and blowing whistles. The teacher even walked up to him to shake his hand.

"David Seville everyone!" she sang. Dave never felt more proud of himself more than anytime of his life. He did it, he finally got out of the shadows and proved himself to everyone.

"Pee pee" Duke squawked.

The next day June finally returned from Hawaii to take Duke back. "Thank you so much for taking care of Duke" June said happily, "I swear to make it up to you"

"How about start by making sure I never see this bird again" Mr. Seville sarcastically remarked.

"Oh stop that Marty" Mrs. Seville scolded him, "Goodbye Duke, we'll miss you"

"Bye Duke, thanks for everything!" Dave waved as June took the blue rumped parrot back to her car.

"Wordy Birdy" Duke squawked one last time. They then got in the car and drove off.

"Well that was probably one of the worst weeks of my life" Dave's father grumbled, "Say son, now all that music crap is done and over with, why don't I take you down to the factory. I'll show the basics of accounting. Just a man passing down his knowledge to his son. Sounds fun, right?"

Before Dave could answer, some kids from his school showed up on his lawn. "Hey Dave, you gotta play the kids at the little league your song" one of them stated excitedly, "There's a piano in the coach's office"

"Well um…" Dave was blushing. He never got invited to anything before. He guessed that the performance from yesterday really paid off. Still he didn't want to ditch his dad. He looked up at him to see what he had to say.

"Go on son, I can show you another day" Mr. Seville smiled. Dave smiled back and turned back to the other kids.

"Coming guys!" Dave yelled as they all began to run off.

"Wow, the other kids seemed to really like his song" Mrs. Seville said all giddy, "Maybe our little Davey is a musician"

"Please Linda he wrote a song about a Wordy Birdy" Mr. Seville chuckled, "He couldn't make it with nutty records like that"

Still when Dave was running along with his new friends, he felt like he finally had a place in this world. His special talent, how he stood out. On that day David Seville knew exactly what he wanted to be when he grew up: a song writer.

That first chapter was much longer than I was expecting. No this story isn't about Dave's childhood. I just wanted to explore how Dave wanted to become a songwriter in the first place. The rest of the story he'll be an adult, so I hope I'll see you next time. And don't worry, you'll see plenty of familiar faces.