Stranger Things

Comrade-General.

We are close.

You can see.

You can see our progress.

We just need more ti--

You have one year.

Yes, Comrade-General.

Mike, stop! Stop!

Mike! Mike!

-What, you don't like it? -No!

Don't look at the dogs, work the lock.

Work the lock. Work the lock. Don't look at the dogs.

You looked at the dogs.

Sometimes everything goes exactly as planned.

Hey!

Hey!

Three-inch minimum!

Leave the door open three inches!

El, open this door.

Open the--

What's wrong?

My God, that was priceless!

Did you see his face?

It was like a tomato!

Yeah, a fat tomato.

-I wish I was still with you. -I know.

Me too.

But I'll see you tomorrow, all right? First thing.

Tomorrow.

-You're late. - Sorry!

-Again. -We're gonna miss the opening.

Yeah, if you keeping whining about it. Let's go!

"If you guys keep whining about it. Nyeh-nyeh-nyeh."

- Just please stop talking, dude. -Let me guess.

You were busy.

Oh, yeah, real mature, Lucas.

"Oh, El, I wish we could make out forever,

and never hang out with any of our friends."

Lucas, stop.

-Will thinks it's funny. -Because it is.

Yeah, it's so funny that I want to spend romantic time with my girlfriend.

I'm spending romantic time with my girlfriend.

- Hey! -Excuse us! Sorry! Sorry!

Sorry, sorry, sorry!

- Excuse me, I'm sorry. - Sorry.

-Hey! -Watch it!

Yeah! Watch it, nerd!

Isn't it past your bedtime?

Isn't it time you died?

-Psycho! -Butthead!

-Mall rat! -Fart face!

- -Oh, now that was mature.

Hey, dingus, your children are here.

Again? Seriously?

Come on, come on.

I swear, if anybody hears about this--

We're dead!

All clear.

See, Lucas? We made it.

-We missed the previews. -Still made it. Fart face.

Shh.

- Skittles. - Thanks.

-Come on! -Come on!

The hell?

That's weird.

That isn't gonna work, dingus.

Oh, really?

Let there be light.

-Hey. -

You okay?

Yeah.

Are you sure?

Of course.

Okay.

Shit!

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

-Wh-- What's wrong? -It's almost 9:00.

-What? -We forgot to reset the clocks.

-The power went out last night, remember? -Oh, shit!

Whoa!

Hey, hey, hey!

-Wait up. -Oh, no, I'll eat at work.

-I'm late. -No.

-Your cheek. -All right, all right.

-I gotta run. See you later. -All right.

Ugh. Gross.

Well, I don't think you're gonna think it's gross when you fall in love.

I'm not gonna fall in love.

Okay.

Hey.

What happened here?

I don't know.

Can you please drive faster?

Do you wanna break down? We're lucky this thing still drives at all.

I'm serious, Jonathan, I can't be late.

-You mean we can't be late. -No, I mean I can't be late.

-They like you no matter what you do. -Hey, they like you too.

Yeah. They like that I'm a coffee delivery machine.

They don't actually like me or respect me

as a living, breathing human with a brain.

Wait, you just-- you just gotta be patient, okay?

They're set in their ways, you know?

But... once they realize what a gifted writer you are,

they'll come around.

I really don't need a Jonathan Byers pep talk right now.

Can you just... please drive faster?

Okay.

This is Gold Leader, returning to base. Do you copy? Over.

This is Gold Leader, returning to base. Do you copy? Over.

I repeat: This is Gold Leader,

returning to base. Do you copy? Over.

-I repeat: This is goddamn Gold Leader-- -Dusty!

-What? -Relax! For goodness' sake.

I'm in range. They should be answering.

You've been away a whole month, honeybun. Maybe they just...

forgot.

At least someone's happy I'm home.

It's just a dream.

You're dreaming.

Now!

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Cannonball!

Marco!

Polo!

Marco!

Polo!

Marco!

Polo!

Marco!

Polo!

Marco!

Polo!