With a movie

"This is actually kinda cool. I mean, if you scratch the odd and crazy feeling…" Shawn said with a very amused grin on his face.

It was the 17th March, the day of St. Patrick's Day, and Disney had decided to spam the whole TV program with their Disney Channel movies.

And because he and Gus had nothing to do - Abigail had to work an extra shift at the kindergarten so the parents, especially the dads, could drink themselves into oblivion, Gus had his day off (one of his bosses was Irish) and they couldn't meet Jules (and hopefully Lassie), because their work had not ended yet – they settled down in front of their Hifi television and let their brains be killed by childish stupidity.

Until this movie started.

"Shawn…is that really Lassiter in a skirt wrestling with a kid?" Gus` irritated voice asked the Shawn-didn't know-anymore-time and the brunette had to suppress his laughter.

"No Gus. This Lassiter in a kilt wrestling with a kid." he answered between soundless giggles.

"Weird, totally weird…"

"Yeah, but I think the role of the meany Irish leprechaun fits him really well and hey, now we know how he looks in ordinary jeans and a leather jacket."

"And a skirt…"

"A kilt, dude."

"Whatever Shawn!"

His best friend huffed and tried to concentrate on the movie, which grew more and more difficult by the time they reached the scene where the brunette boy and his Afro-American friend – this reminded Shawn of someone, but who? – had bet they could beat the evil Lassie-leprechaun - his name in this movie was actually Seamus, but Shawn couldn't care less – in a basketball game.

"Dude! Look! There is no hair!"

Shawn pointed at the screen bouncing on the couch like an excited child unpacking its most wanted toy on Christmas Eve.

"Not on his arms, not under his arms – okay, that's a children movie, so I guess he had to shave there – and not on his legs!!!"

"Shawn, I see it…"

"But look, this sternum bush is huge!"

"I know…"

"I mean, I knew his chest hair…no…his chest fur, yes, was big, but this is like a gigantic hair monster sitting on his chest eating all the other hairy parts, at least the ones I see…not that I want to see all the hairy parts…of his body…"

"SHAWN, STOP IT!!!", Gus` high pitched and too girly like voice screamed next to him. "This is gross…"

"Gus, don't tell me you're imagining this?"

The fake psychic poked his friend in the arm and looked more amused than he should be in this situation.

But all he earned was a `Humph´ and a very sick looking Gus stomping towards the bathroom and slamming the door behind him.

Yup, this was going to be one hell of a good day Shawn decided, while settling back on the couch, munching on some left popcorn and watching the last scenes of this wonderful movie.

Oh how he loved St. Patrick's Day…