I would like to thank PenningAlways for inspiring me to write this.

Disclaimer 1: I don't own Psych, or else Jules would have been with Shawn in the first season, Declan would lose all his money, and Mr. Yin would spend his time selling pineapples.

Disclaimer 2: Do I sound old enough to own the Twilight Zone? If you guessed yes, I'm sorry, no cookie for you.

Disclaimer3: How many of these do I need? I don't own McDonald's, in case you didn't know that already.

1989

"Shawn! How many times have I told you to clean this room?" Henry picked his way through Shawn's room, almost slipping on an old banana peal. "This place is a junk yard." He bent down to pick it up.

"Don't touch anything! You could disrupt Earth's balance!" Shawn popped up from behind a pile of laundry, a comic book in hand.

Henry raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

"If anything gets moved, an island will disappear, or an earthquake will hit. Don't you see? This mess will save the planet." Shawn stated matter-of-factly.

"I don't know what your talking about Shawn, and I want you to clean this crap up or else you're grounded." He picked up the banana peal.

"Come on Dad. Now Australia is gonna be hit by an asteroid." He crossed his arms

"Well, then we will have one less continent to worry about. Now clean this room!"

"But-"

"No buts!"

Gus suddenly appeared at the doorway, completely oblivious to the argument, "Shawn, hurry up! You're gonna miss the part where Edgar says an island is gonna disappear in the Pacific because the doctor moved some of the garbage." Henry just stared at him. "Oh, ohhh, h- hi Mr. Spencer, I'll just be going now." Gus said hastily and then proceeded to run back down the stairs.

Henry watched Gus leave and then looked back at Shawn, finally understanding what this was all about.

"Were you watching Twilight Zone again?"

Shawn looked at the floor, feigning guilt. "Maybe."

"You know no T.V until your chores are done, Shawn."

"But it was new last night. Gus used a VHS tape and everything."

"I don't care Shawn. If you don't pick up your room, now, you're grounded, for- how about a month?"

"Aw come on!"

"Want to make it two?"

Shawn sighed, looked down at the garbage spread on the floor, and picked up a shirt.

"That's what I thought."

Present Day Santa Barbara, 2010

Gus stared as Shawn prepared to do the big reveal, as Shawn liked to call it. He would do something silly, no doubt. Probably embarrassing, childish, immature.

It was going to be great.

"Hamburger!"

"Excuse me, Mr. Spencer?" Chief Vick raised an eyebrow. "You dragged us down to this place for a reason. It's the middle of the night. I'd like to go home. Cut the crap."

"He's having a vision, Chief. You can't interrupt the process. Plus, he's hungry, I think. Like me." Gus took out some tic tacs from his pocket and dumped about ten into his hand. Lassiter stared at him. "What? It's late, and Shawn never got me that Del Taco he promised." He popped the tic tacs into his mouth, unashamed,

Shawn paid no mind, and continued babbling. "I'm sensing hamburgers, or fries? A song! I here a song! With a quack quack here and a quack quack there!" Shawn started running around the room, singing and quacking like a duck, even throwing in the occasional wing flap.

"Old McDonald?" Juliet questioned. "There was no farmer even remotely related to this case, Shawn."

"No, not a farmer. No. Something terrifying. Makes children cry and give them nightmares. They made Gus wet his pants once, in third grade."

"Hey! That was a freaky clown, Shawn. Don't play."

"Wait, clown… the guy that was the Ronald McDonald clown at the party?" Juliet offered.

Shawn stopped and pointed to Juliet. "Yes! That guy! What was his name again?"

"Rob Tomly." Juliet raised an eyebrow.

"Yes! Rob. Tomly." He pointed dramatically at Gus, who raised his hands in innocence.

"Um, I'm right here. And that's only a side job. I told you, I'm a manager here." They were standing in Rob's office. He had been sitting at his desk, watching the spectacle before him with a frown. "Are you saying I killed Naomi? Why would I do that?"

"Yes, that is the question. Why. Well, I'll tell you." He smirked and lifted a hand to his head, walked over to Gus, and placed the other on top of it. "Thank you, Magic Head."

Gus just shook his head as his friend continued.

"You were having an affair with poor Mrs. Wilson. She wanted to run away with you, all sweet like. Prepared to leave her husband and everything. Her bags were packed, as were yours, Roberto."

"My name's not Roberto…"

"Hush! Roberto. Magic Head is speaking to me."

Rob just shook his head in disbelief.

"As I was saying. The two lovers were running away. That is, until Rob got the call. The call that would change his life forever. His assistant, his other lover, was pregnant."

Rob sighed as Talia Riesse, Rob's assistant, paled significantly. "That…how did you know that?"

Shawn patted Gus's head gently. "We're just that good."

Lassiter frowned. "So, Rob killed Naomi because he wanted to help with the kid?"

"Almost, Lassie-face. But not quite." Shawn let go of Gus and walked over to Talia. "You met Naomi at the airport, before Rob arrived. You confronted Naomi, claiming that she couldn't take the father of your child away from you. She claimed their undying love for each other, and in a fit of rage, you bludgeoned her with your briefcase."

Rob stared at Talia dubiously. "Is that true, Talia?" He looked horrified.

"She was taking you away from me, from us!"

Rob stared at her. "I was going to meet her at the airport and call it off!"

Her mouth dropped in disbelief. "You were?" She whispered quietly.

"Well, that's that then. Talia Riesse, you're under arrest for the murder of Naomi Hunters." Lassiter hand cuffed her and escorted her out of the cramped office.

"Good work Spencer." Chief Vick said, signaling everyone to leave the room.

Shawn smiled as Juliet looked at him as she left the room. She winked, making his smile grow. He was about to follow her out when the Chief called him to stop.

"Spencer, I want you to stay."

"Um, all right. What's up Chief?"

"I received this message for you on my desk this morning. I didn't have the chance to give it to you until now." She pulled an envelope from a suit pocket and handed it to him.

Curious, Shawn opened the envelope quickly. It held a small slip of paper with a single sentence.

It's Time To Play.

-Yin.