Psych

Gus, you've been on this ride like 20 times.

I mean, why are you chickening out now?

This ride just doesn't seem mechanically sound.

How do we know it's not gonna break

and eject us out of the building?

Gus, the ride is 12 inches off the ground.

Well, why are you nervous?

Because everybody knows that animatronic goblins

can sometimes come to life in the weirdest of situations...

That is the most ridiculous thing

I've ever heard in my life. No.

- Really? - Yeah.

Then you go first.

You go first.

I want to go first, but not until you go.

You're doomed!

Doomed!

You didn't see that.

Perfect.

I am not comfortable with this.

Shh!

We're gonna solve this. I think we're gonna have...

Jules, couples are supposed to have their hands

all over each other at this stage, the beginning.

We do this now.

Eight hours from now, this could all be old hat.

Eventually, Carlton is going to find out about us.

I've seen his detective skills.

- That could take years. - We should make a plan.

In case everyone finds out and we can't work cases together anymore.

I have a plan. It's called "never tell anyone."

Eventually, everyone is going to know,

and it is your fault that rule is in place.

If I hadn't outed Lassiter's affair with his old partner,

you wouldn't be here.

You think I haven't considered that?

Let's move to the cot.

Do you know who's been on that cot?

Do you know what they've done?

That is such an incredible buzz kill.

- Ah, I'm sorry. - All right.

No touching in the police station.

Actually, that's always been my rule.

- I have a surprise for you. - You do?

Two tickets to Scare Fest tomorrow!

Opening day was solid out, so I got day two online.

You have been talking about it since they announced

they were gonna do another one,

and I cannot wait to see that place through your eyes.

Oh, my God, you're going with Gus, aren't you?

Tonight.

But that's okay. I'll go with both of ya.

And I'll scream just as loud with you as I do with Gus.

No, no, no, no. It's fine.

I-I'll find something else for us to do.

It probably means a lot for you guys.

No, no, no, Jules, Jules, Jules.

I would much rather go with you... Obviously.

The two of us gettin' the beans scared out of us

by disgruntled teenagers in Michael Myers masks?

- Come on. - Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure. Gus'll understand.

- Oh, so you told him about us? - What, are you kidding?

That'd be like posting it on my Facebook page.

If I had a Facebook page.

Or the desire to share intimate life details

with people I'd avoid on the street.

I'm gonna tell him. I am. And soon.

Try to understand.

This is gonna be like a bomb landing on his sweet head.

It means he's the odd man out again.

If I don't handle this delicately,

he's bound to go on another caramel binge.

- He went on one before? - Yes.

Hot and cold.

Trust me. I know what I'm doing.

Okay, just... just go with me here for a second.

I know this is gonna sound crazy, but what I'm thinking is...

We don't go to opening night of Scare Fest.

We go next week, maybe sometime in the afternoon,

when it's not crowded at all.

Are you kidding?

I spent the entire week finishing my route early.

I took a vacation day.

Oh, no. Gus, why would you do that?

- You asked me to. - When?

The day they announced they were having Scare Fest again.

- I don't recall that. - I have your speech

as a video file on my blackberry, Shawn.

All right, okay, enough with all the technology. Ha.

The truth is, it's my horoscope.

It says I should avoid places with urinal troughs,

and I just don't feel like I can take the risk right now.

I'm sure you understand.

Are you crying?

I'm disappointed, Shawn.

God.

Ha ha! I got you, man!

Course we're going to Scare Fest.

Come on, man, you and me! Opening day.

Sweet.

We just gotta keep it between us, though.

- What? - Nothing! Come on!

Come on.

First ones through the gates. That's what I'm talkin' about.

Yeah. It's generally scarier once the sun actually goes down.

Why have you been so nervous lately?

You haven't been to the office in the last...

- Nothing! - What do you mean, nothing?

You didn't even let me finish my question.

- What's... - What do I have to hide...

My joy that we have scare fest back

for the first time in 15 years?

Whenever you're lying, you never let me finish my...

Gus, don't be ridiculous! What are we gonna do first, huh?

Where we going first?

Come on, Gus...You know ring toss has never been your thing.

My carpal tunnel was acting up, Shawn.

- Okay. - It was.

What are you doing? Who are you hiding from?

Ken, our old assistant?

I promised I'd give him a personal reference for this IBM job,

I just remembered... I never called the IBM guy back.

I guess he didn't get that job... Nice going.

Dude, you, me, haunted house. Let's ride some rides.

Wait a second. Wait a second.

We haven't even had any churros yet.

This year they're wrapping them in bacon.

Didn't we come here to be scared?

Exactly. What's more scary than a churro wrapped in bacon?

- You're stalling. - No, I'm not.

- You're stalling. - No, I'm not.

Let's go.

Would you have some respect for yourself?

Ooh...Eee...Ooh.

Get in there.

These things being so snug. Ha ha.

Uhh!

Um...'Scuse me.

This lap bar's constricting my blood flow.

Safety is priority one at scare fest.

Yes, but this bar is acting as a tourniquet on my right leg.

Take it up with my boss.

Would you relax? What's wrong with you?

What's going to happen when I need to unharness myself

after this car is inevitably jettisoned out onto the midway?

This car is traveling 3 miles per hour.

Ha ha! Nice.

Ooh...Hhhh...

- Dude, you're not even looking. - I'm drinking it all in.

Your eyes are closed,

and you're pretending to be startled by things.

- I was just startled. - By what, the exit light?

That guy's shockingly real-looking.

Giant spider on your head.

Aah! Ha ha.

Ah...Did a pretty good job, I gotta say.

Wait a minute.

- Gus, did you see that? - I was testing my watch

to see if it glowed in the dark.

Gus, I just saw somebody get killed.

Gus, Gus, I can't open this thing!

Hey! You. Carol.

There is a murderer loose in the haunted house.

You gotta shut this ride down right now.

Okay, first of all, calm down.

I understand you're a little freaked out.

But if you'll notice, there's a sign outside

that says the word spooky.

That means there's a murder in there about every 25 seconds.

Well, actually, every 45,

since half the animation isn't working yet.

You're not listening.

I just saw a man gasping for his life.

You saw a volleyball on a broomstick.

No! Yes, I saw that too. The illusion actually played.

But this is something different.

Did you see it?

- I was previously engaged. - He didn't see anything!

Listen...

I'm sure Todd is pretty dreamy,

even though he can't spell "bitchin'".

But I'm assuming that just like heaven

and exhaling, he can wait.

You know what, our job is to scare,

and by the look on your face, I'd say we did a pretty good job.

So...Unless you have 38 more tickets to ride again,

I suggest you get lost.

You're gonna feel bad. You're gonna feel silly...

- Awful. - And bad.

Girl was mean.

You try making minimum wage and having to wear that uniform.

See how friendly you are.

- Let's just go. - Shh!

Man!

Ken!

- No way. - Yes, way...In a big way.

- Can I have your keys? - What?

- I just saw a guy get killed. - Where?