“Gus, don’t be the only spark plug in a diesel engine,” Shawn grinned. “We saved the wax, we saved the wedding, and I didn’t even have to use my backup mustache. I’d call that a ‘This Is Gus’ win.”

Later, back at the Psych office, Gus straightened his tie. “We still have to get to the rehearsal dinner, Shawn. And if you mention the wax museum to Selene, I will replace all your pineapple smoothies with kale juice.”

“You’ve been Gusted,” Shawn shouted, appearing out of nowhere to strike a psychic pose.

Gus looked at the Pineapple on the desk, then at Shawn. “Fine. But you’re paying for the car wash. There’s bubble wrap stuck to the bumper.”

They pulled up to a dilapidated warehouse labeled Ventura’s Vintage Velveteen . Shawn hopped out, doing a dramatic tuck-and-roll that ended with him face-planting into a pile of discarded bubble wrap. “You okay?” Gus asked, not moving from the car.

“Exactly! A botanist... or a deep-cover operative for the International Jelly League?”

Shawn gasped, clutching his head. “The spirits say… it’s for candles! Giant, ceremonial candles for a cult of people who hate wick-less lighting!”