I hate plot bunnies. I thought it was gonna work. LDTMW but it totally died. too much going on too many characters all at the same time. too many bunnies. So let's give Shawn and Raven a new look.

Raven pinned the visitors badge on and raised a brow. Dissapointed she muttered to Chelsy, "I was thinking of something different." She was thinking it was going to be different but then again she was looking for a psychic. Now the question was who to ask?

"Let's go ask that man with the blue tie?" Chelsy suggested.

Eddie and Raven looked over at him. The black haired man was in a pressed suit and pants. He was talking on the phone. Well he was yelling at the phone. Something about someone putting Oreos all over his car.

"Brillant Chels," Raven said rolling her eyes.

"How 'bout her?" Eddie suggested pointing to a blond woman typing on her computer, "She looks less harmful then the freaky dude on the phone."

The three friends jumped when the officier slammed the phone down so red in the face he might have gone redder then Chelsy's hair. They watched like kids hiding from the principal as he passed them. Raven hurried up to the woman's desk and tapped on the wood.

"Hello?" Raven said trying to catch her attention.

The blond looked up her ponytail swung to her shoudler as she did. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, uh," Raven smiled and fiddled with her long necklace, "I'm looking for a Shawn Spencer?"

The man from earlier whipped his head around at the name and his nostrils flared angrily like a winded horse. The woman looked down and muttered, "You and everyone else." turning back to Raven she said, "They should be at their office. I'll give you his address." she scribbled it down and handed her the paper, "My name's Juliet by the way. You are?"

"I'm Raven Baxter and this Chelsy and Eddie," she said introducing her friends. "Thanks for the help." she shook her hand.

"By the way I love your blouse," Juliet cooed at the blue blouse with billowy short sleeves. There were green threads that winded their way up the blouse like vines. "Where'd you get it?"

Chelsy popped in with an excited insight, "She designs and makes clothes. She used to intern with Donna Cabonna for a while."

"Oh my gosh really," Juliet squealed her professional demeanor gone.

"Ray, brother needs our help?" Eddie tapped on her shoulder.

"Right," Raven said, "Thank you for your help." she paused her face blank and unresponsive for two seconds. She blinked and came back from a vision, "Oh, don't drink that. It got..switched. Bye," she fumbled with her words as her friends tried to pull her away.

Juliet furrowed her brow and looked to her coffee cup. How'd she know we all got coffee? she thought. She took off the cup's lid and sniffed. It wasn't her cup of coffee. Tilting her head at the fleeing teens she picked up the phone.

Shawn licked the frosting off of his finger and tried not to laugh. The tube of cherry frosting was half empty. The half of the contents in question was evenly smoothed onto the sleeping face of none other than Burton Guster. The pick smile painting onto his face was accompanied by pick eyelashes on his forehead. He had to admit that his artistic skills lacked considerably but it was enough to keep back the dreaded dull-drums. Now he just needed to watch the look on his face when he woke up. He laughed but stifled it as he imagined his friend's shriek.

Suddenly the phone rang shrill and loud making both the detectives jump. Gus fell out of his chair and Shawn dove for the phone to silence it. "Hello, this Shawn I just pulled off the best prank on my best friend, how can I help you?"

"Hi, Shawn," Juliet said.

"Jewls what's up?" he laughed as Gus slowly emerged from the other side of his desk red faced and fuming.

"Someone's headed over to you guys. What did you do?" she quickly added with a smirk.

"Put frosting on Gus' face. Who's coming over?" he asked ducking under his desk so he would avoid the flailing claws of death by Guster.

"Three teenagers. They just wanted to know where you were." Juliet said, "One of them was acting a little wierd."

"Jewls, don't all teenagers radiate weird?"

"Yes but this was different. She told me not to sip my coffee..."

"Which you shouldn't. That stuff will kill you." he joked and continued to cower with a huge smile on his face.

"...before I had a chance to taste it. She knew they messed up on my order. I think she might be a fellow psychic." Juliet mused.

"Really?" Shawn smacked Gus' hand with a spatula. Don't ask me why he hides one under his desk.

"Just giving you a heads up on visitors." Juliet said, "And quit beating up Guster." she laughed when she hung up the phone.

"We've got people coming over, Gus," Shawn said as if scolding a child, "Get that stuff off your face."

"I'm gonna kill you, Shawn!!!!" he screached his voice cracking twice.

The two full grown men ran after each other. They ran out of steam really fast. Gus collapsed on the couch and Shawn on the floor. Gus got a look at the frosting on his face all smired over and he couldn't help but fall to laughter. They all continued to laugh until the door opened.

"Anybody home?" a loud hollor echoed in the small area.

"Time to entertain," Shawn said. He looked over at his friend, "Seriously man, wipe off the cherry."

It's short but you'll live. Get some cookies limit 5

ttys. -Redd