My Smash-Up

Part 3

Shawn kissed the ground and swallowed the fresh salty air of California. He was immediately revived at the sight of the clear blue sky. The roundabout investigation was now residing in the city of Angels and like most investigations he wasn't technically invited. 'I got this one baby,' said his wife as she left in the police car off to Los Angeles. The investigation would commence tomorrow afternoon at the law firm of Wolfram & Hart. Like an excruciating itch Shawn loaded his best friend's car in hopes to begin his own personal investigation before his wife even begun hers.

"Come on Gus! If you don't get your stuff in the car we'll never get to Disneyland!" He beckoned. His friend since childhood had insisted that they stop at his father's house to search for the mouse ears he had left in Shawn's old room. Gus darted out at the second honk of the horn with all of his Mickey Mouse memorabilia in tack.

"Calm Down!" Gus yelled while stumbling down the steps. If Shawn was named Yin then there was no denying that Gus was Yang. Shawn was a goofy Caucasian who had no problem with letting the pieces of life fall where they may. An anxious Gus was a dark skinned man whose life up to this point had been defined by cleaning up the mess his friend would often make.

"I can't believe you're wearin' the Mickey ears, I thought you wanted to get married."

"And I will. I'm wearin' the Mickey ears and my girl will be sportin' Minnie. I'm destined to find love; it's the happiest place on earth Shawn." He protested while throwing his things in the trunk. When closing it Shawn's father Henry stepped onto the porch with a smug look on his face as a way of saying goodbye to the duo before they left. "It's too bad you couldn't come with us Mr. Spencer," Gus said after putting his carryon bag in the back.

"Oh yeah... why stay home when you could wait in long lines, buy expensive food and hear the same damn 'Let it Go,' song five-hundred times."

"Oh c'mon where's your sense of imagination?" Gus badgered.

"His childhood was ruined when he saw Santa Claus taking the Christmas presents from under the tree and not giving them," Shawn answered. "Honestly dad why did you come out here if you were just gonna bring Gus down?"

"Well I just thought Gus deserved to know the truth."

Shawn frantically waved his arms behind his friend mouthing to his father, 'don't tell him.' The once delightful Gus turned around to catch his friend's signal and was now peeved.

"Don't tell Gus what? What's going on?" He replied confusingly as he stood between Shawn and his dad.

"Do you not know who your friend is?" Henry inquired. "He's luring you in with Disneyland so he could take you to Los Angeles where you'll be solving another case."

"How do you know these things?" His son complained.

"I was a detective Shawn and Juliet specifically asked me yesterday to call her if you were even thinking about barging in on the case. Who would have thought? Even when your wife tells you to do something you still do the opposite."

"So I'm a bad person for being worried that, Jules, the love of my life might be in some kind of danger?"

"Juliet is head detective for a reason; it's usually you and Gus that need the saving. And don't try and sound so high and mighty either you're going up there because you can't help but to snoop."

"Not true."

"Yes true." Gus cut in.

"Burton Gustard you are my best friend it is against the law for you to side with my old debbie downer of a dad."