Psych 3: This Is Gus Page

“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.”

Gus sprinted, his legs a blur of motion, cornering the thief behind a crate of velvet capes. With a flick of his wrist, Gus used a nearby velvet sash to trip the suspect. Psych 3: This Is Gus

“You’ve been Gusted,” Shawn shouted, appearing out of nowhere to strike a psychic pose. “It’s not a side quest, Gus

“Exactly! A botanist... or a deep-cover operative for the International Jelly League?” Not twitching—vibrating

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.