Psych 3: This Is Gus (Tested & Working)

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

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.” Psych 3: This Is Gus

As they crept inside, the floorboards groaned under Gus’s expensive Italian leather loafers. Suddenly, the lights flickered on. Standing there wasn't a spy, but Lassiter, looking sharper and more annoyed than ever. “Exactly

Gus let out a long, high-pitched breath of relief. “See, Shawn? He’s not a spy. He’s just a man who loves candles and smooth finishes. Like me.” He paused, sniffing the air. “Is that… Himalayan Sea Salt wax?” “Don’t start,” Lassiter warned. “We still have to get to the rehearsal dinner, Shawn

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.

Just then, a figure dashed from the shadows. Without thinking, Gus dropped into a perfect sprinter’s crouch. “He’s messing with the wedding vibes, Shawn! Nobody messes with the vibes!”