“Spencer. Guster,” Lassiter growled, holstering his weapon. “I assume you’re here because of the stolen shipment of high-grade artisanal wax?”
“Exactly! A botanist... or a deep-cover operative for the International Jelly League?”
“It’s for the wax museum, you moron,” Lassiter sighed. “And Chet? He’s the lead restoration artist. I’ve been trailing him because he’s the only one who can identify the thief.”
Later, back at the Psych office, Gus straightened his tie. “We still have to get to the rehearsal dinner, Shawn. And if you mention the wax museum to Selene, I will replace all your pineapple smoothies with kale juice.”
Gus looked at the Pineapple on the desk, then at Shawn. “Fine. But you’re paying for the car wash. There’s bubble wrap stuck to the bumper.”
They pulled up to a dilapidated warehouse labeled Ventura’s Vintage Velveteen . Shawn hopped out, doing a dramatic tuck-and-roll that ended with him face-planting into a pile of discarded bubble wrap. “You okay?” Gus asked, not moving from the car.
Just then, a figure dashed from the shadows. Without thinking, Gus dropped into a perfect sprinter’s crouch. “He’s messing with the wedding vibes, Shawn! Nobody messes with the vibes!”
“Spencer. Guster,” Lassiter growled, holstering his weapon. “I assume you’re here because of the stolen shipment of high-grade artisanal wax?”
“Exactly! A botanist... or a deep-cover operative for the International Jelly League?” Psych 3: This Is Gus
“It’s for the wax museum, you moron,” Lassiter sighed. “And Chet? He’s the lead restoration artist. I’ve been trailing him because he’s the only one who can identify the thief.” “Spencer
Later, back at the Psych office, Gus straightened his tie. “We still have to get to the rehearsal dinner, Shawn. And if you mention the wax museum to Selene, I will replace all your pineapple smoothies with kale juice.” A botanist
Gus looked at the Pineapple on the desk, then at Shawn. “Fine. But you’re paying for the car wash. There’s bubble wrap stuck to the bumper.”
They pulled up to a dilapidated warehouse labeled Ventura’s Vintage Velveteen . Shawn hopped out, doing a dramatic tuck-and-roll that ended with him face-planting into a pile of discarded bubble wrap. “You okay?” Gus asked, not moving from the car.
Just then, a figure dashed from the shadows. Without thinking, Gus dropped into a perfect sprinter’s crouch. “He’s messing with the wedding vibes, Shawn! Nobody messes with the vibes!”