1987
Two young boys stood three feet away from each other, both of them looking directly into the others eye.
"Are you going to hand over the treasure French Man!" The browned hair boy yelled picking up a stick.
"Never you rotten Indian!" The other boy screamed back also picking up a stick.
"Then prepare to die!" The other boy lunged at his friend.
"Shawn! I don't remember anything about dyeing!" His best friend jumped away to the white fence then dashed in circles trying to avoid his friends stick.
"Gus! It's not real, besides I cannot kill you with a stick." Shawn grinned cornering his friend in the yard with the fence.
Present Time
Gus burst into the Psych office furious. He quickly walked up to his best friend, who was sitting at his desk fast asleep, and slammed his hand down onto the surface of the desk. Shawn's body leaped from the swirly chair and fell to the floor.
"Shawn! Why is there five thousand dollars missing from my account?"Gus watched his friend play dead. "You're not tricking me Shawn." Gus waited for a response. "Shawn?" He slowly walked around the desk and hovered over his friend.
Shawn grabbed Gus's leg forcing him to yelp in a small girly tone then fill up with anger all over again.
"Gus, help me." Shawn coughed and pretended to choke back tears.
"Shawn!" Gus stomped a headed for the door.
"Gus wait! Come on buddy. I wanted to surprise you!" Shawn jumped to his feet and grinned but quickly hid it has Gus turned around; Gus was greeted by Shawn's innocent face.
"Why the hell did you take five thousand dollars?" Gus walked back to his immature friend.
"Well, I was held hostage by little leprechauns, they didn't want your watch or my pineapple smoothie, so I gave them five thousand dollars." Shawn sipped on a smoothie that he pulled out of the top drawer.
"Shawn!" Gus looked as if he was going to cry.
"Fine my unadventurous friend. I bought two plane tickets to Washington DC." Shawn finished his smoothie and started to make slurping choking noises.
"What! Washington DC! Why would you want to go there?" Gus paused as Shawn's face turned red, he had continued trying to get every last drop of smoothie in one long sip.
Shawn gave in and choked for air.
"Gus it is always impossible!" Shawn fell into the swirly chair and frowned then grinned up at Gus.
"What? I don't like that look," Gus starred into Shawn's eyes. "Shawn! Stop it!"
The fake psychic went to a calm look then put his hands together.
"We are going to meet the President." Shawn opened his eyes to a thud and Gus was gone. "Gus?"
He leaned forward to see his pal on the floor; Gus had fainted and wasn't likely to wake up for a while.
Shawn walked over and took out Gus's wallet. He quickly snatched five bucks then placed in back into his friend's pocket then walked away to go get another smoothie.