Argyle (AR64LE) : A STRANGER THINGS Story

Chapter Nine : Happy Thanksgiving, Brochachos

So I get to the end of the hallway and I like hang ten around the corner to scope out if the coast is clear downstairs. And it looks good, as I can't see and hear Jonathan's brochachos anywhere. Man, it's so weird that they have no idea I was here the whole time chilling in their rooms. Maybe we'll get the chance to hang out for real sometime? Gnarly! Here they come, now. I must be like psychic.

Okay, so there's no way I'm gonna make it to the front door. I guess I could try the down-downstairs again. But not Will's room, even though I really wanna check out that painting one more time. Damn! I just lost like five seconds thinking this through and the brochachos have made it to the kitchen. Oh wait, there's another door just here. Well, here's hoping I don't get locked in a closet.

Yo, it's pretty comfy in here! It's dark, quiet and cool. There's all this soft stuff around me too, that makes it feel like I'm floating on a cloud or being hugged by fluffy critters. Crap, I gotta make sure I don't sit on my stack of pies. Presto, there's the light switch! And it's just a coat closet. Man, I've gotta not let myself get so carried away with my imagination, if I wanna quit being disappointed.

I should listen up though, because the brochachos are talking and they might be about to leave. "You sure you don't want to send a letter, also?" That must be El and Will hollers back, "It's cool. I'll just wait for Mike to call. It's easier that way." I mean it's easier to call him or maybe Mrs Byers is real strict about them using the phone. She does seem pretty tough like that, for a little woman.

Oh, shit! What the hell was that? My arm brushed up against this jacket and it made like a jingling noise. Did the brochachos hear that? "So, Will. Are you going to tell me who it is you're painting or do I have to keep guessing?" Okay, I'm good. But yes. Do tell us, Will. "Okay, one more guess." It looked kinda like Conan the Barbarian to me, but what does El reckon? "Oh, is it the dad from that movie, Nation All Lamb Poos Vacation." I think she meant National Lampoon's. But yeah, I see it.

"Geez, are you guys taking a break or just farting?" That's my dude Jonathan, bringing that thick cheeze and Will knows how to serve it back, "Oh, brother. That never gets old." And Mrs Byers is there, too, "No luck down here, I take it?" Yeah, I'm never gonna find out who Will's painting is of at this rate. "Just go and have fun. I'll be here to let you in." No! Jonathan is sacrificing himself.

"That's not fair on you, sweetie. We'll stay too." Mrs Byers is just trying to keep the whole family happy. I guess I should get real comfy in here, if I'm gonna spend the night too. Dammit, my hand keeps catching on this jacket and it keeps jingling. I gotta get to the bottom of this mystery sound. No way, my dude! It's a set of keys and it's just gotta be Mrs Byers's. So how do I get them to her?

I could slip them under the door. Nah, they'll all hear it jingling. Man, I gotta figure this out for my dude Jonanthan and his family, so they can have the rad night they were planning on. I could be the one that saves the day. That's it, my dude. I just gotta get these bad boys to my dude Jonathan. I can see his back through the gap in the door, and he's moping because his family are giving up and going to the living room. Okay, so I'll whisper to get his attention, "Yo, my dude. I'm in here."

Nice, here he comes with his beady eyes all wigging out. It's cool, though. I'll just crack the door open enough so he can see how chill I am. "I know you were expecting me to be long gone, but the universe had other plans. So check it, my dude. Your delivery." The look on his face is priceless.