"Gus, are we there yet?"

"No, Shawn, we're not."

Shawn groaned miserably. For the past two days, he and Gus had been stuck in the tiny Blueberry, listening to mostly the same two CDs over and over again.

"Might I remind you, Shawn, that you were the one who suggested we take a road trip? I wanted to spring for the flight, but no, you wanted to drive thirty hours to Indianapolis."

"I thought it would be fun, okay? You know, you and me, chillin' in the Blueberry, eating junk and listening to Willie Nelson…"

Gus kept his eyes on the road, his face tensed in an icy concentration. They were now driving through Illinois, which was overflowing with cornfields, cornfields, and more cornfields.

"We'll be there soon, at least. Think about it, Gus, tomorrow, you and me, fulfilling years and years of childhood dreams…"

Gus smiled in spite of himself. "Braverton's," he said, his voice laced with awe.

The name still managed to send chills down their spines. Braverton's Arcade in Indianapolis was the largest arcade in the country, and Shawn and Gus had been dreaming about it since they were both eight years old. The price of one admission allowed access to thousands of games, unlimited pizza and slushies, and a picture taken with Ralph, the arcade's monkey mascot.

After Juliet had suggested Shawn and Gus take a vacation not too long ago, they had decided that perhaps a vacation was warranted after a good two years of solving cases. Wanting to go all out, they picked Braverton's as the ultimate destination.

"Man, when we get there, I'm gonna hug that monkey so tight…" Gus mused.

"Dude, you know it's just a guy in a suit, right?"

"Yes, Shawn, I know it's just a guy in a suit."

Silence passed between them until Shawn asked, "So, when are we stopping for dinner?"

"We just had lunch."

"I'm hungry."

"Have a snack, Shawn."

"I'm tired of Oreos. You know what sounds really good?"

"What?"

"Waffles."