53} My Brother Can Sing!?

                                    

                                          
Jenna, Hopper, and Joyce had been sitting for a while, occasionally hearing Scoops Troop and Bald Eagle talk back and forth with one another. A few moments after Murray had asked for radio silence, Dustin hopped back on again and said, "There's a problem."
"What kind of problem?" Hopper asked Jenna's brother. 
He gave a brief run down of the noises he'd heard from the Griswold Family and that he thinks they're in danger. Luckily, just after Dustin finished his explanation, Murray came on the walkies and said, "Bald Eagle has landed. I repeat, Bald Eagle has landed."
"Come on," Hopper said, impatiently, "How much longer?"
"I don't know," Murray replied back, "I've never done this before!" He went silent for a moment while he figured his own shit out, then went back on and said, "Get ready, lovebirds and Jammin Jenna, you're almost up to bat."
Hopper was anxiously pacing the area they were in.
"Hop," Jenna walked up to him, "it's gonna be okay. We got this."
He gave her a weak nod in reply. Immediately after, the alarm in the base started to blare.
Looks like we're up to bat!
As soon as they heard it go off, they sprinted through the base, past many guards running in the opposite direction, to get to their location. Unfortunately, they'd gotten stopped by one of the guards.
"Did Michael send for you?" He asked them in Russian.
"Yes," Jenna replied while Joyce and Hopper nodded around her, "We're on a very important mission. Why are you questioning me anyways? I have more authority than you, soldier. Move!"
The guards nodded his head quickly with wild eyes staring back at Jenna and let them through.
"Good job following Murray's orders, guys," Jenna applauded.
They made their way around the corner and snuck their way to the room with the safe in it.
"Okay," Hopper whispered to Joyce, "Give me the code."
"Six-six-two, six-oh-eight, oh-oh-four."
Hopper punched in each number as she read them, and the safe wouldn't open.
"Uh... again?" Hopper was trying again.
Joyce repeated the code back to him and still, it wouldn't open.
"Jenna?" He looked over to her.
"Yeah?"
"You're smart, is that the fancy number?"
"I don't know! I had to memorize it a few years ago, but I don't remember it now!"
"Murray?" Hopper picked up the walkie, "Your goddamn code... is wrong."
"What? Are you sure?" Murray asked.
"Yeah, I'm sure," Hopper sounded completely fed up.
"Well, I- I suppose it could be wrong..." Murray thought aloud.
"How could it be wrong!?" Hopper yelled into the walkie talkie.
"The code is a number, a famous number. Planck's constant I- I thought I knew it."
Hopper and Murray argued back and forth for a few moments, with the conversation getting nowhere.
"Suzie, do you copy?" Jenna heard her brother talking into his end.
"Hopper, shut up!" She snapped at him, "My brother is onto something, maybe. If Suzie is one hundred percent real."
"What?" He looked at her, flabbergasted.
"Just trust him."
They all stood there listening in on the conversation unfold.
"Suzie, do you copy?"
"This is Suzie. I copy."
Holy fucking shit! She is real. I never doubted you brother.
"Suzie!"
"Dusty-bun!?"
"I'll be making fun of him for that later," Jenna giggled, then received a glare from Hopper, "Sorry. It's funny and a great nickname."
"Where have you been?" Suzie was asking Dustin.
"I'm so, so sorry. I- I've been really busy... uh, trying to save the world for Russians and monsters."
"Of course you have."
"Get the goddamn number already!" Erica's voice could be heard faintly.
"Who was that?" Suzie asked.
"It was... Uh, I don't know, actually. I think it was just some interference. So, why don't we, uh, change frequency to 14.158?"
"Copy that, shifting frequency. Standby."
"This doesn't sound like it's very helpful to me," Hopper grumbled.
"Well, I'm assuming he's going to ask her about Planck's Constant. She's smart and he probably doesn't remember. He's been hearing our conversations, don't forget," Jenna explained. "Just trust his process."
"Dusty-bun, do you copy?"
"I copy Suzie-poo. It sounds much better now, thanks. Okay, so, listen, do you know Planck's constant?"
"Told you that's what he was doing," Jenna nudged Hopper, "He's my brother, I can sense things. I'm magic."
"Do you know the Earth orbits the sun?" Suzie asked Dustin.
"Okay," Dustin ignored that jab at his intelligence, "so I know it starts with two sixes, and then a... w-what is it?"
"Okay, let me just be clear on this. I haven't heard from you in a week, and now you want a mathematical equation that you should know so you can... save the world?"
"Suzie-poo, I promise, I will make it up to you as soon as possible."
"You can make it up to me now."
"What?"
"I want to hear it."
"Not right now."
"Yes, now, Dusty-bun."
"Suzie-poo, this is urgent."
"Yes, yes, you're saving the world, I heard you the first time, but Ged is also saving Earthsea and he's about to confront the shadow, so this is Suzie, signing off."
"Wait, wait, wait! Okay. Okay. Okay."
What is my little brother going to do?
(Cue up Never Ending Story from the show if your little heart desires. It's not an official soundtrack song, so you don't have to. It would just be very funny.)
"Turn around," Dustin's voice sang through the walkie, "Look at what you see. In her face, the mirror of your dreams."
"Oh my god, I will never let him live this down," Jenna started to chuckle a little bit at the hilarious scene unfold in from the walkie talkie grasped in her hand.
"Make believe I'm everywhere, given in the light," both Dustin and Suzie's voices could be heard singing now, "Written on the pages is the answer to a never-ending story, ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah."
At this point, Jenna was doubled over laughing her ass off while slapping her knee dramatically.
He will never forget this until we both die. I will make sure he never forgets. Ever.
"Reach the stars," The continued on, "Fly a fantasy. Dream a dream, and what you see will be. Rhymes that keep their secrets will unfold behind the clouds, and there upon a rainbow is the answer to a never-ending story. Ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah. Story! Ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah."
Jenna was now curled up on the floor, dying, while Hopper was staring off into the distance regretting his life choices, and Joyce was banging her head and fist against the wall near the safe.
"Planck's constant is 6.62607004," Suzie replied as they finished up singing. 
Hopper ran to the safe and quickly typed that in. The light lit up green, and it opened.
"Thank god for my brother's singing skills," Jenna wiped a tear away from her eye, "man, was that one of the most hilarious things Dusty's ever done."
"Jenna," Hopper looked at her, dead serious, "I get that you found whatever that was funny, but now it's time to be serious. We need to go."
"Sorry," Jenna cleared her throat to compose herself, "Let's get this shit done."
As they marched through the halls, Jenna started to talk into the walkie, "Scoops Troop this is Jammin' Jenna. Dustin, that was a top-tier performance, I've gotta hand it to you. Anyways, the Love Birds and I are almost at the key."
"Copy that, Jammin Jenna. Please be safe, sis," Dustin told her.
"I'll try my best, Dusty-bun," She laughed as she said the last part.
"Oh, shut up. Just get your mission done and make fun of me to my face when you're done," He told her, "Like the woman that you are."
"Copy that, Dusty-bun. I will make a promise to make fun of you when I'm out of here. Over and out."
Hopper, Joyce, and Jenna eventually made it to the control room for the key.
"Hey! Everybody out," Hopper had yelled at everyone still in the room.
Jenna sighed and took over, screaming in Russian, "Get your asses out of here! All of you! You have no business being in here now that we've arrived. If that dying machine doesn't kill you, I will. Get the fuck out of my sight before I have my personal guard here blow your fucking heads off!"
Everyone stopped what they were doing and the room went dead silent. They all looked at Jenna in horror and proceeded to run out of the room.
"What did you tell them?" Joyce asked.
"Just that we're specialists and I'd send Mr. Tough-guy here after them if they didn't leave."
"Smart," Hopper nodded at her, "Good job, kid."
 Joyce had been wandering to the front of the room, taking in a clear view of the machine and how it was opening a new gate.
"Hey, you ready to end this?" Hopper tried to give her hope.
She gave him a sharp nod.
"Jenna?" Hopper looked over to her.
"Yeah, Hop?"
"Are you ready to close that thing up?"
"Ready as I'll ever be, I guess. I got this."