Bikini Visions
Santa Barbara California, 1985
Being careful to hide a collection of 'borrowed' vacation fliers in his arms, a young Shawn Spencer dodged by his Father, Henry Spencer and into their modest-looking beach side house. Without even looking up, Henry could tell that his son had gotten himself into trouble again.
"Shawn!" Of course, there was no response. Henry lifted the bill of his cap and sighed, moving into the house after the cumbersome little demon. Eventually he managed to catch up to him- just as he was about to lock himself into the bathroom. "Shawn! What did you bring home this time?" Henry hesitated, his face pulling into a disgruntled look, as if experiencing a very unpleasant smell. "It better not be one of those spotted screaming bull frogs from the lake again."
Shawn stared guilt-ridden up at his father, and after a few seconds of enduring his father's harsh gaze, he let the fliers fall from his arms. From the colorful pile a few names shone on brightly colored paper: 'Miami!', 'Cancun!', 'Hawaii!', and 'Jamaica!'- To name a few.
"...Vacation fliers, Shawn?" Henry asked incredulously, rolling his eyes slightly.
"But Dad we never go on vacations!" Shawn protested, "All we ever do is stay here and..and- you just go fishing all day!" The elder Spencer narrowed his eyes slightly and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Shawn." Henry waited before his son looked him in the eye, before continuing, "What have all of those places got in common?"
"......Lots of.....sun and beaches and stuff..?"
"Right." Henry nodded. "Now, where do we live?"
Shawn pouted, realizing where this was going. He mumbled an answer.
"Speak up, Shawn. I can't hear you."
"I said we live in CALIFORNIA."
Henry nodded, a grin forming on his face. "Right. And that means beaches, sand, umbrellas... all of that. Now- why don't you just go outside and pretend you're in Cancun? If you hurry now, I'm sure Gus would be glad to play, too." Reaching a hand out, he mussed Shawn's hair and gave him a little pat on the back. "It's common sense. Right?"
"Yes, Sir..."
Island, Present Day
[After wandering the island for a healthy three hours...]
I........I'm getting a vision! Gus!
GusGusGus!
We're about to be surrounded by beautiful women in long dres- No. No! I see it.
Flowers, strings, bright colors---
Hmmnnn... *Wiggly fingers.*
----Bikinis!
Gus that's it! Yes! Hot women in bikinis! They'll be here! Right now- in a matter of seconds!
I can feel it!
*Closes his eyes tightly.*
I can see them very clearly, feel their vibrations... (lots of vibrations, actually) but most im. por. tant. ly...
Yes, my psychic powersssss~~.....!
Yes!
Ta dah!
*Opens eyes and spreads arms.*
.....
.....So much for lucid dreams, I guess.
....Gus? Now, look. This is no time for shenanigans! Especially not kidnapping shenanigans. Those are the worst kind of shenanigans.
...And I'll stop saying shenanigans.
