"Dude, that was totally like Tron!" said Shawn Spencer as he and his best friend/reluctant partner, Burton Guster, were walking down the boardwalk towards the Psych office.
"How was that even remotely like Tron, Shawn?"
"Come on, man. He stole Franks' ideas and passed them off as his own. He's totally David Warner. Which makes me Bruce Boxleitner."
"So who am I?"
"Well, obviously, you would be Jeff Bridges." Gus seemed pleased at this comment and walked in content silence as they continued towards the office. No sooner than they had entered, however, did the phone ring. They exchanged glances towards the phone, indicating that each wanted the other to get it. Finally, they settled it with a game of rock, paper, scissors, not noticing that the phone had stopped. Shawn lost the game and, ironically enough, his cell phone rang. He answered, "Hey, Jules."
Jules was all business. "Shawn, how fast can you and Gus get to the pier?"
"The pier? That's strange. I swear I had a vision like this not ten minutes ago. You and I on a romantic cruise…"
Jules normally loved Shawn's playful flirting, but this time she had no time to listen. Cutting him off mid-sentence, she said "There's been a murder, Shawn. We need you here now." Hanging up, she was briefly distracted by thoughts of standing on a boat with Shawn, watching the sunset. She quickly caught herself and returned her attention to the crime scene.
Twenty minutes later, the Blueberry pulled up at the pier and Shawn and Gus emerged. Shawn was holding an ice cream cone. As they approached Jules and Lassiter, Shawn said "Sorry were late. The ice cream shop down the street was having a half-off special. I was totally craving some pineapple sherbert. Want some?"
Lassiter suppressed a growl and Jules shook her head in amusement.
"So what do we have?"