At the Psych office [OTA]

[psych_outshawn]

Having your own place of work (where you were your own boss, you set your own hours, and your own payscale) had its advantages, Shawn thought. Not just because the the above, but also because he got to choose which fine beverages would nestle in the 'company' fridge. So he stood right in front of the open fridge door, cans and bottles clinking

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[bighead_burton]

Gus had been grooming himself in the bathroom, making sure he looked good for a possible date with Izzie. And then, all of a sudden he couldn't see the mirror. And then he had no idea where he was. Looking around, he knew he was obviously in a bathroom, but he didn't know whose bathroom it was. Until he looked up and saw a pineapple picture above the toilet.

Shawn?

Moving to the door he pulled it open, tugging until he could slip through the door. He was in some building and he had no idea what it was. Curiously, he poked his head around the corner.

"SHAWN!" he called. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"

[psych_outshawn]

Shawn was a little shocked to see that one of the desks in the strange place seemed to belong to him. At least, there were things of his. Or there were things marked his in handwriting that kinda looked like his...but not really.

What was this place?

He jerked at the sound of Gus's voice. Okay. Let's see. Pitch. Tone. Volume. Gus was irritated about something.

"I didn't do anything!" he called back. "I think Dad did..."

[bighead_burton]

Gus ran in and stood in front of the desk. "How? I was in the bathroom and now I'm in this weird place." He looked around with a little frown. "I don't like the look of this. What if we're not supposed to be here?"

[psych_outshawn]

"It's not weird," Shawn said, suddenly defensive. "It's awesome!" He reached into the desk drawer and pulled out a squeeze toy. Which he proceeded to squeeze.

"Remember Dad took this thing from me last March? I found it here! It's like...filled with stuff I own or I wanna own. Maybe you'll find stuff you'll like too. Check the other desk!"

[bighead_burton]

Gus made his way to the other desk as instructed, because that toy had definitely been taken away.

Pulling open a drawer, he let out a little whoop. "The Scripps Howard OFFICIAL list of spelling bee words! No one can EVER get that! Not the entire list!"

[psych_outshawn]

Shawn slammed his palm against his face, his eyes scrunched up tightly. The other desk was obviously the "nerd" desk, which meant that, yeah it was for Gus. He looked at the rubbery dude whose eyes and ears popped out, and knew whose thing was better.

"Gosh, Gus. That's...great," Shawn intoned with all the enthusiasm of going to the dentist. "I'm gonna go find something funner to look at."

[bighead_burton]

Gus glared at his friend. "Just because you don't appreciate a good word doesn't mean it's not fun, Shawn!" Still, he abandoned his book to wander around the place. "I wonder how your dad did this?" he asked in almost awe.

[psych_outshawn]

"I appreciate...word...stuff...things..." he sputtered, still defensive. He considered throwing the squeeze toy at Gus's head, but then decided not to. He shouldn't be so cruel to his toys. That's what caused Dad to take the thing away in the first place.

"I dunno, but who else could've done it? I mean he's always doing those stupid tests to help me learn. I think it's another one. Weird thing, though. He should be here, but look around. There's no sign of him."

[bighead_burton]

Gus went to the door and pushed it open, and when a BLAST of freezing air hit him he pulled it shut as tightly as possible.

"How'd your dad do that!? That's not Santa Barbara, Shawn!"

[psych_outshawn]

"Maybe he drugged us. What was in those sandwiches we had for lunch? Turkey and swiss and mayo? Maybe a little tranquilizer? Oh, Mom is gonna be soooooo mad when she finds out!"

Shawn continued to rummage around the desk, but some weird book-looking thing caught his attention. Did it have a lid? He pushed the top open, jaw dropping when he saw it was like a TV. A really really small and thin TV. And it had typewriter buttons on the bottom?

"Woah...Gus, you're better at science stuff than me. What is this?"

[bighead_burton]

Gus turned to look and then moved to the t.v. looking thing.

"I don't know," he said quietly as he stared at it. He put down his book and climbed up on the chair so that he could get a better look. Then he saw the 'F' keys.

"I saw something that kind of looked like this in one of those big science books my dad has. Only it was as big as the desk. But I remember the F buttons." He looked at Shawn with wide eyes. "I think it's something that only brilliant scientists are supposed to have. Or villains."

[psych_outshawn]

"Woah. Wait, Gus. You don't think that...we were kidnapped against our will by some weirdo super-villain? And this place is like his prison? And he keeps the outside cold so we won't be able to escape?"

One of the buttons on the TV thing looked different than the others. It looked like it had a light or something on it. Without hesitating, Shawn pushed the button, since he could never resist a button which lit up.

The screen started to glow. "Did I just turn it on? Can you check if we can get cartoons on it or something?"

[bighead_burton]

Gus looked at Shawn. "What if your dad is evil? It would explain so much."

When it came on, Gus moved back a little. When it didn't blow up, he peered at it until a blue screen came up that required a password.

"Now what?"

[psych_outshawn]

"He is evil. I just don't think he's a super-villain, is all. Your dad, though? I have doubts about."

Shawn moved backwards when Gus did, even though he didn't know why. Gus was usually a great danger detector though, so whenever Gus cringed, Shawn knew to duck out of habit.

"Password?" He thought about it, wondering what would be a cool password. "I got it." He tapped it out with some difficulty.

A-C-O-M-O-S-U-S.

The Latin name for pineapple.

[bighead_burton]

When the password worked, Gus stepped forward slowly again. Right there in the desktop was a folder labeled 'cartoons'. "There are cartoons on here! But...I don't know how to get to them." He reached out and put his finger on the square and suddenly a white pointer moved. He looked at Shawn for confirmation. "What sort of cartoons do you think they are?" he asked in wonderment.

[psych_outshawn]

"I guess we keep pressing buttons? Maybe it needs another password. Oooh, d'you think we can talk to it like in the Jetsons?"

He leaned close to the screen, so close that he was nearly shoving Gus out of the way. "SHOW CARTOONS!" he bellowed, somewhat towards the thing but mostly in Gus's ear.