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Something wasn't right.
That was the first thing Shawn noticed as he walked into the Psych office, pineapple smoothie in hand.
"Hang on a second, Gus", he exclaimed as he held up his hand.
Gus, who had just been in the middle of explaining the importance of his time seeing as he is juggling this and a pharmaceutical job, was affronted.
"What now Shawn", Gus questioned irritably.
Shawn, however, did not notice. Something was off, but what. Then it hit him…
"LACY", Shawn yelled, "I know you're in here, might as well give yourself up now, or face unmerciless tickling to the point of asphyxiation."
Suddenly, a black haired punk-y teenaged girl jumped out of the lockers.
"UNCLE SHAWN! What gave me away", she asked, honestly curious.
"You're getting better, but the pencils gave you away—I see you've been admiring Mr. Mouse over there", Shawn smiled.
"Well, how can anyone resist such a beautiful creature. I mean, what with his beautiful eyes, lovely hair, and not to mention his big, long b", Lacy was cut off.
Gus, who had just sat back and watched this little encounter with a smile decided to pipe in, "How've you been Lace?"
The goth-esqe type girl replied, "As well as can be expected when your parents are convinced you're the devil incarnate."
Gus looked quizzically at Shawn, who mouthed "military school".
"So how's the academy treating you", Shawn asked, not bothering to be tactful.
Lacey smiled, "Oh, I'm done with that for the time being."
"What, even the military couldn't handle you", Shawn asked his cousin.
"Uncle Shawn, Uncle Shawn, Uncle Shawn. Good behavior and a whole lot of whining gets pretty far with the 'rents", Lacey started slowly, "so far, that they've agreed to let me stay for the duration of summer!"
Lacey's smile grew even more at the looks of utter confusion on Shawn's and Gus' faces.
"A confuzzled Shawn Spencer, now that's not something you see everyday."