"Shawn, I don't think we should be here." Gus whispered, stepping over a stuffed tiger.

"Why not, Gus?" Shawn raised an eyebrow at him. "Haven't you lever wanted to know how Taxonomy works?"

"It's Taxidermy Shawn. Taxonomy is just sorting names." Gus corrected.

"Now you're just making up words." Shawn shook his head, and pushed aside a large stuffed swan.

"No Shawn. Taxidermy. It's a word. They do it to preserve animals. Taxonomy is names." Gus shook his head.

"I've heard it both ways," Shawn said.

"No you hav-" a chime resounded from Shawn's pocket, echoing off the polished floor. "Shawn!"

"Relax," Shawn said, fishing through his pocket. The chime sounded again, this time louder. Shawn pressed the screen then held the phone to his ear. "Oh, hey Jules. You left me dinner in the microwave? How lovely of you." He stared at Gus. "A case? Awesome!" He looked down at his fingernails. "Ok, we'll be right there." He shoved the phone in his pocket. Gus turned to leave. "Na'sa fast, Gus. Our case isn't at the police station.

Gus turned. "Did you just say... NASA?" Shawn smiled mischievously, and nodded his head.

"To the blueberry!"


"So when I said NASA, you automatically thought Texas?" Shawn asked, straining against his seatbelt, squinting through the window.

"Yes, Shawn. If I had thought Florida, we would be on a plane right now." Gus defended, staring aggravated through the windshield of the blueberry, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"So where are we now, buddy?" Shawn asked, fiddling with a wrapper.

"We're about in Louisiana." Gus smiled, proud of the blueberry.

"That hotel last night was comfy." Shawn said, eating part of a chocolate bar.

"Maybe for you. The couch was substandard at best." Gus shrugged.

"Sorry buddy. But SBPD only paid for one room." Shawn said through his mouth of chocolate.

"I can smell that. And it is fine." Gus said, a smile spreading across his face.

"You, with your super-sniffer and your sweet tooth." Shawn shook his head mockingly, handing his friend a piece of chocolate.

"Thanks Shawn. Maybe you should give a piece to Juliet."

Shawn turned to the backseat, where Juliet was asleep. "Jules?" Shawn whispered. "Do you want some chocolate?" Juliet shifted in her seat but didn't wake up. Shawn turned back to the front. "Nah, I think she's good." Shawn said, eating the last piece of chocolate. "Are we there yet?"

"No." Gus looked out the windshield. "We're only in Louisiana, Shawn. We have to go to Florida."

Shawn's face lit up. "Cape Canavral is in Florida?" A grin spread on his face. "Can we go to Disney world while we're there? Oh, do you think Jules will go with me?" He swiveled in his seat and tapped her on the leg. "Jules." He whispered loudly. "Jules!" She shifted and her eyes opened sleepily.

"Mm?" She asked, running a hand through her hair.

"Will you go to Disney with me?" Shawn asked seriously, hand still on her leg.

"Yeah, sure Shawn." Jules said, her eyes closing again.