[INT. CHARLIE’S BEACH HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – MORNING]
Charlie is lounging on the couch with a drink. Alan walks in holding a brochure for dog adoption.
ALAN:
Charlie, I’ve been thinking. Maybe it’s time we got Jake a dog.
CHARLIE:
A dog? Why? So it can judge you like everyone else?
ALAN:
No, seriously. It would teach him responsibility and give him a friend.
CHARLIE:
Or it’ll pee on the carpet and chew up my favorite shoes.
Jake enters, excited.
JAKE:
Did someone say dog? Can we get a big one? Like a mastiff? Or a wolf?
ALAN:
No wolves, Jake.
CHARLIE:
I’m just saying, dogs mean work. I’m barely taking care of myself.
[INT. PET STORE – LATER]
Charlie, Alan, and Jake are looking at puppies. Charlie looks annoyed; Alan is excited; Jake is overwhelmed.
ALAN:
Look at this one! Isn’t she adorable?
CHARLIE:
Yeah, until she’s waking you up at 5 a.m. and demanding breakfast.
JAKE:
Can we name it “Chaos”? Because that’s what my life is like.
[INT. CHARLIE’S HOUSE – NIGHT]
The new puppy, a hyperactive little ball of energy, is running wild. Charlie tries to read the newspaper; Alan tries to calm the dog; Jake laughs.
CHARLIE:
I swear, this dog has more energy than Jake on a sugar rush.
ALAN:
It’s good for him. And for us… eventually.
JAKE:
I like Chaos. He’s my best friend already.
TAG SCENE – [LIVING ROOM – NEXT DAY]
Charlie is stepping over dog toys, Alan is vacuuming, Jake is playing fetch with the puppy.
CHARLIE:
I never thought I’d say this, but… maybe a dog wasn’t the worst idea.
ALAN:
See? Told you.
JAKE:
Wait till Chaos meets Berta’s cat.
