A/N: I don't know if you get paid or not if you give children to an orphanage, but you probably don't. Please enjoy the story.

Hello. My name is Shawn Spencer. I'm a psychic detective working for the SBPD. What I'm about to tell you may surprise you. You may not believe it, but this actually happened.

It all started last Saturday. Gus and I were heading back to the Psych office after finally catching a vicious Cereal Killer (Not a Serial Killer). Apparently a bag of drugs was lost in a cereal factory and some guy kept raiding people's cereal boxes to find it.

Anyway, it was a cold winter day. Gus and I were wearing long scarves given to us by an elderly woman who was a victim of the Cereal Killer. Gus was rubbing his hands together and blowing hot air onto them. It was so cold that day, we could see our own breath.

Just then, out of nowhere, a black van comes roaring down the street. Someone was firing a gun at a nerdy-looking kid behind us. The kid bolted and started running away. Gus and I decided to go after him. Because, after all, a kid was being fired at. After a few minutes of chasing this kid, the black van was still after him. I noticed a shot from the gun hit a tree. In doing so, a gust of wind blew some dead leaves on the ground up to the tree's branches. The dead leaves turned from a muddy brown to a dark red color, then to a bright summer green.

I think that the guy shooting from the black van thought we were friends of the kid, so he started shooting at me and Gus! We started running faster. The kid was out of sight now. Gus's scarf must have caused him to trip. After hearing Gus fall, I turned around to help him and witnessed him get shot. I knew I had to help Gus. I rushed to his side, but I got shot, too. Then I blacked out.

I woke up later in an alley. It was dark outside now. I sat up and looked around. I had a cloth over my mouth which I took off. I looked around for Gus, but I didn't see him. But I did see the kid who was running away from the van. Another kid was there, but I didn't recognize him.

"You're awake," the kid said. "Yeah... what happened? Who are you? Why was the guy in that van shooting at you?" I asked him. My voice sounded a bit higher than usual. "My name is Daniel. That guy in the van's name is Mark, and he made a machine called the Youngthing," he said. "That's a clever name for a machine..." I said in the most sarcastic voice I had. "What does it do?"

"The Youngthing is a device that makes things younger. I was working on it with him, and, well... Let's just say I borrowed it. But it was for a good cause. I was saving a life with it. I was going to return it. I did, but then I found his Journal. It turns out that Mark wasn't going to use the Youngthing for good causes like he claimed."

I remembered the tree coming back to life while I was running away from the van with Gus.

"So... what does he want to do with it?"

"Mark wants to use the Youngthing to turn innocent people into children and sell them to orphanages to make money. He wrote it in his Journal, but he caught me reading it. He shot me with the Youngthing. Once you are hit with the Youngthing, you keep getting younger unless you have gold with you."

I noticed I was wearing a locket. So was Daniel, and the kid I didn't recognize in the distance. Now that I think about it, he kind of looks like... Gus.

"Gus! Is that you, Gus?!"

Gus opened his eyes and moaned.

"Is this... Heaven?" He asked.

"No. We're in an alley. Are you okay?"

"Who are you? Wait... Shawn?"

"Yeah, Gus! It's me, buddy. Don't worry. This is Daniel, he's helping us. We'll be back to our normal adult selves in no time."

Gus's eyes widened. I think this was where he realized he looked like a 10-year-old. He scooted over quickly to a nearby puddle to see his reflection.

"I'm a kid! What happened?!" Gus was really shocked. More shocked than I was.

"It seems that the guy in the van, Mike-"

"Mark," Daniel corrected me.

"Right... Mark was working with this guy, Daniel, on a gun called the Youngthing. It makes things younger."

"Well, that's a really clever name!" Gus said sarcastically like I did.

"You know, I thought of it," Daniel chimed in.

I told Gus everything Daniel already told me.

"These lockets are made of gold?" Gus asked.

"Actually, the lockets themselves are plastic. There's a piece of gold inside the locket. Don't open it, because if you do, the gold might fall out, and you'll start to get even younger than you are now," Daniel said.

We all heard a loud screech and turned to see that the black van was back.

"Run!" Daniel shouted. The three of us ran out of the alley and into the streets of Santa Barbara.

"What happens if we get shot while we're wearing the lockets?!" I asked Daniel.

"Nothing! As long as you're wearing it, and the gold is still inside, the Youngthing won't have an effect on you! Just keep running! If he knows we have gold then he'll try to take it from us!"

Mark was shooting every which way trying to hit us. Gus was zig-zagging to avoid shots.

Then my phone started ringing. I took it out and answered it. "Hello?!"

"Shawn? Is that you? Your voice is higher than usual. Is something wrong?" It was Jules.

"Yeah! Jules! Some psycho-maniac turned Gus, Myself, and some other guy into kids!"

"Shawn, where are you right now?"

"I think we're on Ortega street!" I said while dodging as many shots as I could.

"Um, Shawn, Uh... I'm going to call you back later, okay?"

Lucky for me, there were a few bars on that street, and Juliet must have thought I was drunk.

"Wait, Jules!" She hung up the phone.

"Jules isn't going to believe that, Shawn!" Gus said, still zig-zagging.

"I know, but wait'll she sees me in person! We have to get to the Psych office!"