PARTY PUPPIESby Peter Salmon and Riley HamiltonEXT. SUBURBAN STREET - DAYDash, a 2 year old black Chihuahua, runs next to a pair ofred and white sneakers. The sneakers are obviously on theirlast legs.Greg, a tall fit man in his early 30's, is jogging down asuburban sidewalk next to Dash. The streets are lined withclassic colonial inspired houses, not an unkempt lawn insight. His cell phone rings. Greg stops running, checks hisphone and sighs.GREGHello, Mr. Liston. What's going on?INT. BUSINESS OFFICE - DAYMr. Liston, a balding, fast talking, get what he wants guy,talks on his phone at his desk as he shoos his secretaryaway. The kind of boss who works on Saturdays.MR. LISTONGreg, my buddy, my favoriteemployee, you'll never guess whathappened?EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - DAYGREGNo matter what it is, I'm sure it'sbad news for me. Never good whenyou call from you on a Saturday.INT. BUSINESS OFFICE - DAYMR. LISTONGreg, you know me too well. Don'tthink of it as a chore, think of itas a business opportunity. Evanisn't able to go to this weekend'ssale's conference and you're allI've got left. Say you're my man,Greg.EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - DAYGREGUhhh...My wife...uhh parentsINT. BUSINESS OFFICE - DAYMR. LISTON

Greg, the plane leaves in three hours. You're on it. Bringyour wife, she'll love the getaway.EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - DAYGREGYes sir. I'm on it.Greg ends the call and puts the phone in his pocket. Henotices the heel of his shoe is flapping.GREGThis is a bad day, huh Dash?A barely-there smirk curls onto Dash's mischievous face.CUT TOINT. BEDROOM - DAYGreg is in one of the homes on the suburban street where hehad just been running. His home. Greg's in a tiff with hiswife, Sarah, who is agitated about the news. Greg hurriedlypacks a suitcase as Sarah watches, stroking Nounouche, alarge, hairy cat with cold eyes.SARAHAnd what are we going with thepets?Greg looks up as he throws some shirts into the suitcase.GREGWell Nounouche can take care ofherself - she's a cat. Honey, getsome stuff together. I need youthere.SARAHAnd what about Dash?Camera pans to Dash, looking back and forth betweenbickering owners.GREGWe can ask Jeanette. She owes us.Sarah puts down Nounouche and picks up a phone, handing itto Greg after she had already dialed.SARAHFine. But you gotta ask her.Greg grabs the phone out of Sarah's hand. The phone isringing.GREGOk, deal. Now you get your stufftogether, we have to leave in anhour. (into the phone) Jeanette how

are you?INT. NEXT DOOR HOUSE - DAYJeanette is paiting her nails, balancing the phone with hershoulder to her ear. In a vibrating massage chair,recovering from Lasik surgery. She has temporary shades on.A bottle of painkillers sit on the end table next to her.JEANETTE(Slightly slurring) Who isthis?... Oh Greg... of courseI'll watch that wonderfulpuppy... Feed him once aday...Uh huh. And he can dohis business himself. I've gotit. You'll have to excuse meGreg I have something in theoven... Bye dear, have awonderful trip. INT. BEDROOM - DAYGreg hangs up the phone.SARAHAre you sure that woman can handleit?GREGYes, what's there to handle?(looking at Dash) He's the best dogthere is. A piece of cake.Greg starts to put the ratty red and white sneakers into hissuitcase. Sarah catches him.SARAHGreg, you really need to throwthose ratty things out.Greg looks at his shoes.GREGI can't. This was my first designthat I ever got made.She gives him a questioning and flippant look, rolling hereyes.INT. HALLWAY - DAYGreg is kissing Dash on the head while holding his suitcasein one hand. Sarah is cooing to Nounouche as she exits thehouse.GREGAlright boy, this is it. Be a goodpuppy while I'm gone. I know you