Alvin’s Adventure Animated Series

Meanwhile, at 108 Burtonwood Dr. “You leave on your business trip,” Mom Dionne? My cartoon's adoptive red-clad ten-year-old troublemaker son, chipmunk Alvin Seville, dialogues, his cartoon, foster overworked human mute novelist mom packs her clothes in the black suitcases. “Yeah! My brother Shawn is coming here to babysit you and take care of my house while I am departing for New York for a meeting with Mr. Tim Daly of Publisher book company,” Alvin. “But, I don’t need a babysitter that I am mature,” Mom Dionne. He said, “You are not independent. I call my brother Shawn now,” Alvin. Later, one hour later, he called into the living room... “Bye, Shawn. Sighs frustrated: He can’t come to babysit you because my brother Shawn is busy on his three-job shift of Chef cook at the hospital,” Alvin. His cartoon human fostering an overworked mute novelist mom hung her Facetime video call. “Maybe I will be okay and take care of our house,” Mom Dionne. My cartoon adoptive red-clad ten-year-old troublemaker son, chipmunk Alvin Seville, spoke. “Alright. You can be responsible for watering my lilacs, getting my mail from outside of the mailbox, and doing chores. But, no party in our house,” Alvin? I dialogue with him. “Absolutely! No problem. Bye,” Mom Dionne. He nods his head and answers say absolutely to me. The next storyline scene is in the kitchen at 108 Burtonwood Dr. “I put a lot of dishes on the top of the shelf of the cabinet. Aha! Oh, well?” My cartoon is the adoptive red-clad ten-years-old troublemaker son, chipmunk Alvin Seville, doing chores, drying a lot of white dishes and stocking them on the top shelf of the cabinet. “Yawning! Where is our friend Dionne,” Alvin? His cartoon adoptive human shrinking single father and songwriter David Seville (Dave) comes in from his dollhouse at Alvin’s room. “She goes to New York City for a meeting with Mr. Tim Daly of Publisher book company, but I am in charge here,” Dave. He said. “Hold on... You can’t charge in here,” Alvin. His high-pitch cues squeaky voice dialogue with him. "Don't worry. I have to take her mail letters out of the mail box then watering her lilies are in the garden outside of backyard," Dave. My cartoon adoptive red-clad ten years old troublemaker son, chipmunk Alvin Seville left out of the kitchen and walked headed to the front red door in the living room. "Oh, brothers! I climb up on the tan table countertop and make my toasted bread with low-fat butter spreads on that," his cartoon adoptive human shrinking single father and songwriter David Seville (Dave) sighs and groans.