Psych 3: This Is Gus -

As they crept inside, the floorboards groaned under Gus’s expensive Italian leather loafers. Suddenly, the lights flickered on. Standing there wasn't a spy, but Lassiter, looking sharper and more annoyed than ever.

“I’m better than okay. I’m inspired.” Shawn scrambled up. “Inside this building is the secret to why your future brother-in-law, a man named ‘Chet,’ has no digital footprint before 2014 and smells faintly of elderberries.” “He’s a botanist, Shawn!” Psych 3: This Is Gus

“It’s not a side quest, Gus. It’s a pre-nuptial investigative odyssey,” Shawn replied, wearing a plastic crown he’d found in a cereal box. “My third eye is vibrating. Not twitching—vibrating. That means the mystery is succulent.” As they crept inside, the floorboards groaned under

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.” “I’m better than okay

Gus let out a long, high-pitched breath of relief. “See, Shawn? He’s not a spy. He’s just a man who loves candles and smooth finishes. Like me.” He paused, sniffing the air. “Is that… Himalayan Sea Salt wax?” “Don’t start,” Lassiter warned.