Oh, hello Mr. Yin… MR. YIN!

1987

"Shawn!"

Young Shawn walked into the living walked into the living room.

"Yah dad."

"Shawn, what are missing in this room?"

"Daddd…!"

"Shawn, if you want them back, concentrate."

Shawn scanned the room.

"You took my police cruisers!"

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop leaving your toys around the house? If you want them back, pick up the rest around the place."

Now

"He shoots and he scores! The crowd goes wild. Ahhhhh!"

"Shawn, can you quiet down. I'm trying to work here," Gus said.

"We don't have a case right now."

"Unlike you, I have another job."

"Gus, don't be a swindaling duckatoo."

Ring! Ring! Ring!

"Hello, you reach Psych. How may I help you?" Shawn asked in a deep voice.

"Mr. Spencer, come to the station. I'm not asking," commanded Chief Vick. She hung up.

"Come on Gus. We got a case, I think!"

At SBPD [Santa Barbara Police Department]

"Hey Lassie. What's up?"

"Spencer! We are not here to hear your jokes!" said Lassiter.

"Detective Lassitar, Mr. Spencer! Please!" Chief Vick said. "Detective O' Hara, please continue."

"We found this riddle at the crime scene. Once again, it's meant for Spencer."

"Wait, you mean…" Shawn trailed off.

"Yes. Mr. Yin is back!"