Psych 3: This Is Gus Yify Now

“Oh, absolutely,” Shawn grinned, hitting play on the actual movie file he’d hidden behind the prank video. “And Gus? You’ve got the grace of a dolphin. A very nervous, pharmaceutical-selling dolphin.”

“Shawn, I’m telling you, this is a bad idea,” Gus hissed, his thumb hovering nervously over his nose. “I have a reputation. I am a professional pharmaceutical representative. I have a 780 credit score. I do not ‘pirate’ movies.” Psych 3: This Is Gus YIFY

“Greetings, Guster,” a distorted voice crackled. “If you want to see the footage of your bachelor party where you accidentally joined a competitive synchronized swimming team, you must follow the trail of crumbs.” “Oh, absolutely,” Shawn grinned, hitting play on the

The video started. Instead of the familiar Universal Studios logo, the screen flickered to a static-filled image of a man wearing a Guy Fawkes mask, but the mask was clearly made of papier-mâché and painted with yellow mustard. A very nervous, pharmaceutical-selling dolphin

The Santa Barbara sun was beating down on the Psych office, but inside, the air was thick with the scent of jerk chicken and frantic energy. Shawn Spencer was currently vibrating at a frequency usually reserved for hummingbirds or toddlers on an espresso bender. He was staring intensely at Gus’s laptop, which was displaying a grainy, pixelated download bar.

“YIFY isn't a pedigree, Shawn! It’s a digital pirate flag!” Gus snatched the laptop away. “And why is my name in the title? Why is it ‘This Is Gus’? Is it a documentary? Am I being framed for a crime I haven’t committed yet?”