••••• "Don't don't you want me? / You know I can't believe it when you say that you don't need me" •••••
"This might be the stupidest thing I've ever gotten myself involved in, but I'm in."
In which Steve Harrington and Kimberly Henderson go from be...
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Kim might have wished she was anywhere in the world but Hawkins Indiana, but on this early November day, the sun was shining over her town and Kim was at her one of her favorite places in the world: The Squawk.
"Good morning, Hawkins!" Robin and Kimmy said in unison.
"This is WSQK The Squawk!" Robin announced proudly.
Over by one of the other mics, Steve grabbed a rubber chicken, a ridiculous squawk sound filling the speakers of anyone tuning in across Hawkins.
"It's looking like a pretty regular day in Hawkins," Kim went on, shooting Steve a small smile from across the sound booth. "Fifty-five degrees, low chance of rain, medium chance of arrest, high chance of helicopters. Back to you, Robin."
"Thank you for that lovely little weather report, Kimmy," Robin grinned. "General banality aside, it's an exciting day for me, your friend, entertainer, and DJ, Robin Buckley -- Nice to meet ya! -- AKA Rockin' Robin."
Kim pressed play for her on the Micheal Jackson record, Rockin Robin playing all across town.
"And I'm your lovely co-host, Kick-ass K-- Ouch!" Kim exclaimed, rubbing her shoulder where Robin had pinched her. The shorter haired girl gave her friend a pointed looks. "Oops! Sorry folks! Not allowed to say that on air. Always forget. And I'm your lovely co-host Kickin it Kim. It's an exciting day in general over here at the Squawk. Why is it a big day for us, you ask?" She frantically turned to Steve in the corner, holding up a sign that read 'applause'. "Well, it's me and Rockin' Robin's 500th broadcast!"
Steve quickly put in the tape with pre-recorded applause while Robin continued. "Yeah, you heard that right, folks. Five-double-O!"
"Which means it's been ever longer since you've heard the sultry voice of Jimmy "Fast Hands" Lee," Kim mocked, rolling her brown eyes. "But while Jimmy was fleeing Hawkins even faster than he moves those hands, Miss Rockin Robin and I were watching slack-jawed as the earth split beneath our feet and coughed up that tsunami of mysterious dandruff."
"And now," Robin went on. "I'm stuck here with you, my fellow quarantine compatriots. And if I can be brutally honest, I couldn't be happier. Because when you really think about it, why would you want to live anywhere else? I mean, what town on Earth can match our very impressive military to civilian ratio?"
Steve made another ridiculous sound effect into his mic, making Kim giggle before she could start talking. "And those free -- mandatory -- medical checkups? Very cool, right? Cause after we inhaled those springtime snowflakes, I mean, who knows what's wrong with us?"
"Maybe we're fine, maybe we're not," Robin shrugged while Steve inserted the coughing sound effect tape. "No one really knows for sure. After all, this was a 'natural phenomenon never before seen by man'. A phenomenon now covered up by a giant metal band-aid."
