A/N: YAY! Another chapter! I know it's been a while, but today I looked on the WOD and inspiration struck (besides, writing these is a good way to procrastinate on the horrendous pile of homework waiting for me to do).

I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Who doesn't own Psych? ME!

Rating: K

Procrustean

Tending to produce conformity by violent or arbitrary means.

"Come on, buddy we really need to go!"

Shawn was met only with a grin. He sighed.

Shawn and Juliet had planned to go to the zoo with their son and daughter that day- they had invited Gus as well, who, according to his wife, couldn't stop talking about it ever since Shawn had brought it up (and they had been planning this for a week, so that meant something was either seriously wrong with Gus or his wife was just embellishing).

But apparently none of that mattered to their kids, because, as they put it, this reallygoodshow was on. And of course, daddy, the TV is waymore fun than the zoo!

And so they ended up planted in front of the television, Shawn standing behind them, trying to get them out of the house and into the car.

Finally, after several minutes of pleading, Shawn just forgot about whatever civil ways there were to get his kids to come with him to the zoo. And he sighed.

"Fine." His son looked back at him, surprised. "If you don't want to leave...then maybe the ticklemonster will convince you!"

And he lunged at his son, with no sense of decorum whatsoever.

Shrieks of laughter filled the room as Shawn let his quick fingers fly all over his son's small body. Soon they were both laughing, but Shawn didn't stop.

And it was fun for a while- until Shawn was hit in the head by something. Something he soon realized was his daughter.

So, suddenly the scene changed- instead of Shawn tickling his son, he was being attacked (yes they were only 5 and 6, but they were strong!) by both his children.

Shawn's shouts eventually brought his wife down to investigate.

"Shawn? What's going on down there?" Juliet was coming down the stairs, and she burst into laughter when she saw what was happening. Nevertheless, she strode over to her husband, who was on the ground being mirthlessly tickled by two kids who apparently didn't know that tickling was supposed to tickle not hurt.

"Aren't...you...going...to get them off?" Shawn managed to wheeze out.

Juliet only smiled, and deliberated. Finally- "No...think of this as punishment."

"Punishment?" Shawn repeated, disbelieving. "For...what?"

Juliet sat down on the couch, apparently enjoying herself. "Let's think...how about the time you dropped the turkey at Thanksgiving? The turkey that I specifically told you not to touch? Or the time we had dinner plans and you canceled to go to the amusement park with Gus?" Juliet was still laughing, not really angry.

"That...was a bad idea! I...I told you that... it wasn't worth it! Gus...only went... on like two rides!"

"How about the day you let these two," Juliet nodded toward her children, "paint on the walls?"

"Jules...! Come on! They had...so much fun!"

Juliet smiled. "Okay Shawn, I'll give you that." Finally, she knelt down next to him and the kids. "Guys? Let's go- stop torturing your father."

They both ceased immediately, but her son looked up with wide, earnest eyes. "We're just tickling him! It doesn't hurt," he assured her.

Juliet laughed. "Even so, we should stop."

Shawn tried to sweeten the deal. "Uncle Gus will buy us all ice cream at the zoo if we go!" he promised.

And so, they finally got to the zoo. It wasn't until later, walking with Gus and Juliet that anyone brought up what happened that morning.

"Dude!" Gus exclaimed. "You got beat up by yourkids?"

Shawn sent an offended look his direction, letting go of his wife's hand to face his best friend. "Buddy! First of all, they did notbeat me up! I was tickled into submission!" Both of his companions were laughing, so Shawn continued. "I got tagteamed!There's no way I could have gotten out alive if it hadn't been for-"

However, Shawn's defense cut off- the ice cream shop was right ahead.

"Dude we need to get some ice cream!"

Gus grinned. "You know that's right!"

Shawn turned to Juliet with pleading eyes. "Can I?"

Juliet smiled, nodded.

So she watched as her husband actually ran to the store with Gus, picking up his kids on the way, all the while bickering over who would pay.

And she laughed.