Braverton's was even more amazing than Shawn and Gus could have dreamed. It seemed to stretch on forever and smelled like pizza everywhere they went. It was open 24 hours, so when Shawn and Gus entered from the outside into the dark and thrilling inside, they did not resurface for two full days. They ate pizza, churros, slushies, chili cheese fries, and never ran out of games to play. As the third morning dawned, Gus finally gave in, returning to their hotel room for sleep and a shower. Shawn, however, did not leave until day five, when at last Gus begged him to bathe. Before he could make it to the bathroom, however, Shawn collapsed on the bed and slept twelve hours.

And sure enough, their extra cash from Leslie's case bought them two extra days. Two glorious days that the pair would later discover they could not remember from pure euphoria. On their last night, Shawn and Gus laid face up on the carpet by the claw machines, smiles etched onto their faces. "Gus," Shawn said, overjoyed and exhausted. "I think I found my home. I belong here, man."

"Me too, Shawn. Let's just not go back. I have enough saved for us to live here for a month."

"That sounds amazing. But Santa Barbara needs us. My dad, Jules, Lassie, they can't live without us, bud."

"You're right," admitted Gus. "At least we've got Harvest Fest."

"Harvest Fest," Shawn repeated.

"We still getting funnel cakes?"

"You know it."

The next day, Shawn and Gus painfully dragged themselves about of bed at 10:30 to head to Pawnee. There to greet them was a Ferris wheel, a roller coaster, and tons of rides, tents, and booths. "Gus, this is so dope!" Shawn exclaimed, hopping out of the Blueberry. "And to think, none of it could have happened if we had listened to you and not stopped to help."

"I'm sure Leslie would have figured it out," Gus replied.

"Whatever you need to tell yourself, buddy. Let's go!"

The partners paid for their tickets and wandered inside. Once there, they found Andy and April, who showed them the ins and outs of the carnival. "So, you mean we're going to get to pet us some goats? Did you hear that, Gus?"

"Those goats are dangerous," April told Shawn. "I heard two of them talking about murdering the other one."

"Ha ha! That's so funny, babe. Wait, you didn't actually hear them, did you?" Andy asked.

They petted the dangerous goats and Andy and April took them to Leslie.

"I'm so glad you guys are here! Everything is going so great, I can't believe it, I just want to throw up, I'm so happy," Leslie exclaimed, giving both Shawn and Gus hugs.

"What's the word on the Parks Department?" Gus asked.

"Ben says no way we're getting cut! By the way, you guys did so much to help that I totally got you something. Follow me!"

The partners very excitedly followed Leslie to wherever she was headed. She finally stopped in front of the JJ's Diner booth. "Look up there, Shawn! Shawn, look!" Leslie hopped up and down, pointing at the menu above the window.

It took Shawn a moment to spot it. The Spencer, it read in big black letters. Waffle with pineapple chunks, topped with whipped cream and pineapple syrup.

"I am shocked! Absolutely shocked!" Shawn yelled. "This is the best day of my life. Gus, look at that! I got a food named after me, the most delicious food in the world!" He hugged Leslie once again and then stepped up to the counter. "JJ, my good man, I will have three Spencers, please. No, you know what, make it five. And I'll likely be back later." He turned to his best friend. "Isn't this amazing, Gus?"

He crossed his arms. "Leslie, I don't mean to be rude, but what sort of gift am I getting?"

Leslie smiled slyly. "I'm so glad you asked, Gus. You get the best gift in the world, the gift to triumph over all gifts. Ann."

"Ann?"

Gus turned around. Donna had gripped Ann's arm and was pulling her towards Gus. Donna delivered Ann to Leslie and then walked away. "Hi, Gus," Ann said softly, smiling awkwardly.

"Hello, Ann," he replied.

"Shawn may have told me about how you, along with everyone else in the world, think Ann is beautiful," Leslie explained, putting a protective arm on her friend's shoulder. "And Ann, you like him too, don't even try to argue with me, I know you. So, you two are going to walk around the carnival together for at least an hour while Shawn and I find something else to do."

Gus meant to glare at Shawn, but he was too busy burying his face in pineapple waffles. "Wait, what's happening?" He asked, his mouth full.

"Shall we go, Ann?" Gus asked, smiling at her.

"Fine," she smiled back, and off they went towards the carousel.

"So, Shawn, how are the waffles?" Leslie asked, watching her friend walk away.

He just moaned in response. "Great! Let's go meet Lil' Sebastian!"

"Little who?" He asked.

Leslie grabbed Shawn's arm and started pulling him towards a large tent, full of people. In the center was a brown mini horse. "This is Lil' Sebastian, Shawn!"

"Wow!" He exclaimed. Shawn found him magnificent. He had always liked horses, but this little guy seemed special. Or maybe it was just because everyone else in Pawnee thought so. "He's wonderful. Hi, Lil' Sebastian!" Shawn called to him. "As a psychic, I can commune with animals of all species," he told Leslie.

"Really? Tell him he's great. No, tell him he's awesome. No, tell him I love him!"

"Leslie loves you, Lil' Sebastian! You're great! You look like the horse version of Peter Dinklage, and he's great too!"

For sale in the booth were Lil' Sebastian stuffed animals. Shawn decided to get one for the Psych office, one for Jules (along with the Ring Pop he'd gotten her with his arcade tickets), and one for Lassie, just because Shawn knew it would piss him off.

Shawn and Leslie played games, ate some more food, and generally wasted time until Gus and Ann turned up two hours later. From there, Gus insisted they say goodbye, as it was getting late and their hotel was four hours away.

After getting two more Spencers, Shawn and Gus headed back to the Blueberry. "So," Shawn asked, his mouth full once more, "how'd it go with Ann?"

"It went very well. She's a great girl. I think there might have been potential there if I lived here. She thinks Leslie decided to set us up because Ann just went through a really embarrassing break-up."

"Well, that's what best friends do, Gus. Bet you're not mad at me that I told Leslie, are you?"

"I was at first," he admitted. "But I got over that real quick." Gus smiled, thumbed his nose, and climbed into the Blueberry.

…

"The drive back was terrible," Shawn told Juliet, reclining in one of the station's many loose rolling chairs. "I don't know whose idea it was to drive in the first place."

"Yours, Shawn," Gus commented, leaning against the wall.

Jules adjusted the Lil' Sebastian plush, which now had a place on her desk. "I'm very surprised you two didn't strangle each other."

"We may or may not have had to ride in silence on the last day," Admitted Gus.

"Yup. Hours on hours of uninterrupted silence. At least it was better than Gus telling me about the new products he's been selling."

"I did that once, Shawn, once in the past three days."

"And it was more than enough!" Shawn replied.

"Have you guys ever considered taking separate vacations?" Asked Juliet. "You know, to avoid having to keep quiet for ten hours straight."

"Naw, Jules, it's not like we've been married for ten years. Plus, without Gus, I may have never taken a case involving Lil' Sebastian."

"You're right," said Juliet. "And what a shame that would have been."

Shawn looked up to see Lassie coming towards his desk. In an instant, Lassie saw the Lil' Sebastian plush on his desk, glanced at Shawn, and immediately frowned.

And just like that, it's done! Thanks so much for reading! This story was a blast to write. You know what would be really nice of you? If you would leave a review. No, wait, that would be SUPER nice of you.