There's one thing wrong with Carlton Lassiter's house.
It's perfectly well kept. Strictly clean, but not to the point of it looking like part of a General Hospital cheap scene. Who knows? They could be thinking about treating patients on their own homes now. With a spoonfull of sugar Lassie's place could be the perfect place.
Everything is clean and in order, just as it was that very same morning, before the Head Detective went off to work. Even Firefox is already mature enough not to leave any 'accident' around or pieces of some munched shoe.
Everything was in order except for one thing.
Lying on his not so comfortable, but large and acceptable enough couch, Shawn Spencer awaited for the owner of the house to come back home from work.
He surfed through channels, his feet resting on the carefully polished coffee table, right next to him the birthday
cake he ordered almost a month ago.