3: This Is Gus — Psych

“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.” Psych 3: This Is Gus

“You’ve been Gusted,” Shawn shouted, appearing out of nowhere to strike a psychic pose.

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.” “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.”

Shawn gasped, clutching his head. “The spirits say… it’s for candles! Giant, ceremonial candles for a cult of people who hate wick-less lighting!” A botanist

“Shawn, I’m telling you, the wedding is in forty-eight hours,” Gus said, his thumb hovering nervously over his phone. “Selene’s sister is coming. Selene’s scary sister. The one who supposedly works for ‘the agency’ but won’t say which one. We don’t have time for a side quest.”