Shawn Spencer and Burton "Gus" Guster (fake psychic detectives) have used almost the last of their funds to fly to NYC. Maybe apprehending the elusive art thief, Pierre Despereaux (rumored to be in Central Park), is just what they need to get re-hired by the Santa Barbara Police Department.
Sneaking behind a bush, arguing about who is being noisy and clumsy, suddenly they freeze. A man with great hair is asking his companion to help him run away from the FBI.
Shawn gives his friend Gus an excited "thumbs up;" as soon as the man is alone, Shawn dives out from behind the bush, dragging Gus behind him, barely managing to avoid tripping over the park bench, mutters some "last person who knows where you are" sort of ego-bolstering nonsense, and tosses an abandoned burlap sack over the would-be-runaway's head.
In the back of a random pickup truck that has just started to drive away, Shawn cuts and chucks their captive's tracking anklet.
Gus asks in alarm, "Now what's the plan, Shawn? The whole FBI will be looking for this man."
Shawn cheerfully places his hands to his temples as if faking a psychic vision. "I'll just go to the nearest police station and divine that this was a kidnapping."
"And then what, Shawn? Apprehend ourselves? Become psychic detective C.I.'s for the NYCPD?"