"So, will you tell us what we're doing at the Candy Emporium again?" Gus asked Shawn, slightly annoyed that Shawn had taken him away from his job to come look at candy.
"I've told you a million times Gus. The manager called me saying he has a case for us," Shawn answered slightly miffed at his friend's question.
Gus just shook his head. Knowing Shawn, he probably made the whole thing up as an excuse to use Gus's hard earned money to buy some candy. Not that Gus was complaining; he loved candy. Lollipops, pixie sticks, skittles. He loved it all.
"We're here," sang Shawn opening the door letting Gus pass through into the brightly colored Candy Shop. A bell tinkled as they entered.
"Wha-" Gus started as he took in the scene. There were candy bars littering the counters, half eaten. Gus started to inspect the containers of Gobstoppers to find them all licked of all their flavour. Shawn came up behind him, not looking any bit surprised.
"Hmmmmm," Shawn murmured inspecting the cases of candy. Suddenly a man with crazy blonde hair came running toward them from the other side of the store. He was wearing an eccentric purple suit and waving a cane in the air.
"Are you the psychic detective from the internet?" He asked, looking the two up and down.
"That's us, Shawn Spencer and the head Oompa Loompa of Psych at your service," Shawn responded, shaking the man's outstretched hand, "Willy Wonka I presume?"
The man paused for a second, confusion coating his face. "Actually it's Miel Sucre."
"Naturally," Shawn responded looking smugly at Gus. "I'm sensing someone broke into this store and ate all the candy?"
"Wow! How do you do that?" the man questioned passionately. Shawn and Gus just stood there mouths open, Was this guy serious? Was it really going to be this easy?
"So-erm- Do you have any video cameras?" Shawn asked, snapping back to the problem at hand.
The man just laughed, a high pitched laugh that slightly reminded Gus of a hyena. "We're a candy store."
"So do you have any video cameras?" Shawn asked again, annoyance building within him.
"No," the man stated simply, all amusement gone from his face.
"Okay than. Any witnesses see the man leave the store?" Shawn asked, a sudden relief filling his face.
"No," the man stated blankly.
"Anyone live in vicinity of this store that could see him leave?"
Another no.
Shawn began to smile. "Okay. Okay. We're going to have to take all the candy that has been tampered with back to our office for further psychic analysis."
"Uh sure. Let me go bag it for you," the owner said and hurried over to fulfill the Psychic's wishes.
After a quick goodbye and a "We'll be in touch" the two detectives were out in the streets with the bags of molested candy.
"You realise all we have to do is a test to see who's saliva is covering those gobstoppers, right?" Gus asked looking curiously at his friend.
"I know," Shawn responded simply, holding the bag up to inspect the candy.
"You realise that it will prove that you were the crook, right?" Gus asked again, intently.
"I know," Shawn responded, opening the bag and taking a huge bite out of a chocolate bar.
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't know," Shawn shrugged and Gus rolled his eyes. Was his friend ever going to grow up? Gus popped a untouched gumdrop in his mouth and contemplated the answer to that question.