A cloudy afternoon in Coolsville. The Mystery Machine sputters to a stop outside an abandoned radio tower. The van’s paint job—bright green and blue flowers—is the only splash of color for miles.
(Inspecting her phone) “I’ve got a friend in fashion PR who heard it during a livestream. She said the voice called itself ‘The Frequenator.’” -Que hay de nuevo Scooby-Doo
“Rrr-radio roasts? No thanks.”
“Hasn’t failed yet.”
