Butchie and Dwayne arrive at the surf shop and find it closed. "Ten-thirty in the morning," Butchie marvels. "No wonder they're going broke. Hey, where is everyone?" That last question is directed at the guy manning the skate rental booth near the shop; he's dressed like Jimmy Buffett would be if he were a 1940s detective instead of a pop singer. ("The name's Buffett, James Buffett. And this is The Case of the Lost Shaker of Salt.") Jimmy Buffett, beach detective, tells Butchie that his mother split "with some little guy in her car." That nobody seems the least bit surprised by this suggests that Cissy is in the habit of spiriting at off at all hours of the day with twitchy little guys. Looks like this is another case for...Jimmy Buffett, Beach Detective!
Speaking of things no one should be surprised by, Shaun's out back behind the shop smoking some wacky tobacky. It's a regular reefer this time and not a bong he fashioned out of a Diet Coke can, so he's getting a little more civilized if a little less MacGyver-like. Both Butchie and Dwayne take in this sight with varying degrees of concern. Butchie asks Shaunie what's going on; nothing, Shaunie replies without looking up. See? It's just like any regular father-and-teenage-son conversation (your level of drug use may vary). "Put the joint out," Butchie says. Shaun does, with a remarkable lack of "From you, Dad! I learned it from watching you!" Which is disappointing, frankly. Anyhow, Butchie introduces Dwayne as someone "who wants to talk to you about some informational superhighway shit." Shaun would prefer to take a raincheck. That sits very poorly with Butchie, who, after shooing Dwayne away, asks Shaun why he doesn't want to talk to Dwayne now. Because, Pops, Shaun doesn't much feel like it. Butchie can't understand why Shaun is behaving this way to someone who wants to help him. Like the folks from Stinkweed, Shaun counters -- they wanted to help, too, and "you wouldn't let me sign with him." "Fuck if I wouldn't," Butchie protests. "Who told you that?" A shrug, apparently, because that's what Shaun does.