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Arlo freezes. THE HAIRBALL is not a pet. It is a weapon of mass shedding. A miniature poodle named who wears sweaters, has separation anxiety, and once peed on Arlo’s pillow the night he moved out.

His phone buzzes. The caller ID: .

(breaking) Because I can’t lose my mom and that dog in the same week. I’m asking you, as the man who used to know how to tie my apron strings. my-wife-knot-my-dog

(to Arlo) One week. Don’t kill her.

You’re holding her.

She blinks. He opens the carrier.

CORDELIA emerges. She is absurdly fluffy, wearing a tiny cable-knit sweater. She looks at Arlo like he is a stain. Arlo freezes

Want me to write a scene-by-scene breakdown, dialogue-only version, or a one-page synopsis for producers?

Cordelia sneezes on him. He almost laughs. A storm. Thunder rattles the windows. Bruce is fine. Cordelia is not fine. A miniature poodle named who wears sweaters, has

Bruce ambles over, tail wagging. Cordelia hisses. Bruce looks wounded.

(low, urgent) Arlo. Don’t be cute. I need a favor. A real one.