BONUS
I loved this story and figured you guys deserved to know Cecil's side of the helium incident.
After a bit of thought, Cecil found some scissors and cut a small hole in the side of the full balloon. He was apprehensive, but always the outgoing one. He tentatively breathed in the light gas and felt a tad lightheaded, just as the note said he would. But after that passed, he didn't feel any different.
Am I…supposed to float or something? he thought.
He was on air in a few moments, so he put on his headphones and turned his mic on. His show began in three…two…
"The soft desert-"
Cecil couldn't finish. …his voice…it was so high pitched! It sounded…kinda hilarious, actually. He tried again.
"The soft-" He began to giggle. Nope, nope, nope, Cecil. Focus. You have a radio show to broadcast. Ignore it for now.
He took a couple of deep breaths. "Sorry about that listeners," he managed to say, stuttering from faint chuckles. "But…it appears I hah-have-"
He couldn't finish after that. It was just too hard a thing to do. His voice sounded so much like the chipmunks Carlos told him about! He burst out laughing, only laughing harder at the sound of his own chipmunk laugh. So this is what helium does!
Poor Cecil smacked his hand on the desk repeatedly, and feverishly shouted "welcome to night vale!" and was only entertained more by the sound of it. He ended up falling off his chair onto the floor, only causing him to roll into the fetal position and try to calm down. Yeah, like that was gonna work.
He ended up crying he was laughing so hard. But what was truly amusing was Daniel's face in the booth. He had a look of pure hatred that, for some reason, Cecil found hilarious.
"I-I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen!" he sputtered. "Actually, n-no, I'm not sorry at all!" His fits of laughter were getting stronger and his diaphragm hurt. His third eye was closed and the sentient tattoos all over his body were swirling and dancing in rhythm with themselves at how happy their host was. They glowed a royal violet.
Cecil had no idea how on earth he managed to possibly get through his entire radio show, but he did. Always the professional, right? He didn't want to face station management so he ended up smashing a window that led outside and made his way painfully to his dinner date with a certain scientist.