"But Gus, they were saying 'take me home'! I couldn't just leave them there."
"Yes, you could have, Shawn. Besides, since when can fruit talk?" Gus wasn't even trying to hide the sarcasm in his response.
"Since when can't it?"
Gris regarded his friend fed a long moment, then shook his head. "I'm not doing this with you right now. I have a route to cover." He grabbed the blazer off the back of his chair and pulled it on as he headed for the door. "And clean this all up before you leave. We don't need another fruit fly infestation."
"Oh come on, Gus!" Shawn called as the door closed behind Gus. "It wasn't that bad! Where else were Fred and his million tiny relatives supposed to go?"
But his friend was well out of earshot.
Shawn sighed and turned back to face the mountain of pineapples stacked in the middle of the Psych office floor. He tilted his head as he regarded the pile of spiky fruits.
"Not my fault that roadside vendor had a sale going," he told the pineapples. "Maybe you wouldn't have been so loud then."
The only response he got was one of the pineapples on the top of the pile tumbling down to hit the carpet with a rustle and dull thump.
"Well you're helpful."
Gus was right though. They wouldn't possibly get through the whole batch before it went bad. Not that Shawn wasn't up to eating at least half of it, but Gus always complained that too much of the fruit made his mouth burn. Shawn would have to find someone to help out so it didn't go to waste. That would be a crime.
And then he grinned. It was time to put his dad's new juicer to the test.
Henry wouldn't mind if Shawn dropped in that afternoon. After all, he did need to return the pickup truck. He might as well bring it back full of pineapples. That is what his dad had said when he'd let Shawn take the keys earlier, right? 'Bring it back full'?
And who was Shawn Spencer not to listen?
Author's Chapter Notes:
We got a special one this week with a double word count! I just rolled with the first thing that popped into my head, so I hope it works. (Posting it, not thinking about it, here it is.)
You must login () to review.