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ᴠɪɪ. "ᴍʏ ʙɪɢɢᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴇᴛ." ɴᴏ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ.
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Shawn is on his bike and it's decked out with mirrors, reflectors, flags, pinwheels, baseball cards in the spokes and streamers. He's wearing headphones hooked to a Walkman that plays, "Eye of the Tiger".

Gus looks over from his plain bike and shakes his head before leaning forward to prepare for the race.

Next to him, is Emily on a simple bike as well. Down the road, Henry stands in the middle, raises his arms, and lowers them to start the race. All three children pedal furiously as Henry watches critically.

Gus wins by a long shot. Emily is shortly behind him, but Shawn approaches as his two friends and his father all wait.

Shawn turns off his music with a pout.

"But how did I lose? My bike's twice as good as both of theirs!"

"Yeah, well you see, that's the thing, Shawn. Sure, your bike looks great with all these ridiculous reflectors and gadgets from years' worth of cereal box tops, but Gus here-", Henry starts as he claps a hand on GUS' shoulder, then does the same to Emily.

"-and Emily both focused on what's important: hard work. I'm sorry son, but they just out-pedaled you. Do you understand?"

"I think so.", Shawn says, lowering his headphones.

Gus rings his bike's bell, igniting a new fire in Shawn.

"I got it! I had the wrong song playing that time. Best two out of three.", Henry puts a hand on Shawn's handlebars with a sigh.
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Shawn is sitting at a desk. He looks over his shoulder before pushing backwards in the wheeled office chair. He faces Gus and knocks his chair. Gus looks at him and Shawn raises an eyebrow.

"I know what you're trying to do, Shawn. And it's not gonna work. I'm not buying.", Gus says, firmly but Shawn makes a show of lowering the seat of the chair.

"Oh, it's on now.", They push the chairs out into the hall.
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They center themselves in the intersection of the halls. Shawn grabs the armrest of Gus' chair.

"On three. One, two...", Shawn starts.

Both backpedal furiously trying to win.

"Let go of my chair, Shawn. The wheels, they're stuck together! Get off, Shawn!", Gus cries.

Lassiter, who had been watching, knocks over Shawn's chair, causing them both to fall over.

"Listen, you two...", He starts, but Shawn yells.

"Did you see who won?"

"I beat him, didn't I?"

"No, no, no. Two out of three.", Shawn insists, making Gus grin as they both get to their feet.

"Ha! That means I beat him, right?"

"Unlike everyone else around here, I'm not fooled by the fact that you... wear grown-up clothes, have mastered the rudimentary levels of communication and, somehow, manage to feed yourselves. I see you for what you are: children. So do me a favor and let the grown-ups do their work.", Lassiter quips.