INT. JUKIC LIVING ROOM – DAY
A laptop sits open on the coffee table, the glowing screen showing the homepage of ReferendumParty.ca. Joe Jukic paces the room with the intensity of a political revolutionary. Michelle Jukic sits on the couch with her arms crossed, unimpressed.
JOE
Michelle, this is it! All you gotta do is register. You could be the first female Prime Minister from Referendum Party.
MICHELLE
Not happening. I’m not signing up, Joe.
JOE
Come on, it’s destiny! Canada needs you!
MICHELLE
Canada needs a nap. And so do you.
Joe leans in, pleading. Michelle pushes the laptop shut with finality. Silence. Then—
JOE
Don’t make me do this the hard way.
MICHELLE
You wouldn’t dare.
Joe shoves the laptop back open. Michelle slams it shut again. A pause. Both glare like two wrestlers in a ring.
JOE
I said register!
MICHELLE
And I said no!
What follows is an epic sibling brawl that rivals the They Live alley fight—only instead of sunglasses, the object is the laptop. Joe tries to push it toward her. Michelle shoves it back. He lunges, she counters. They grapple across the carpet, knocking over a lamp.
JOE
Put your name in the form!
MICHELLE
Over my dead body!
Michelle puts Joe in a headlock. He flips her over the couch cushions. They roll, crash into a pile of laundry, and spring up again like battle-tested gladiators. Each time Joe shoves the laptop at her face, she swats it away with supernatural stubbornness.
JOE
Do it for democracy!
MICHELLE
Democracy can wait!
Finally, both collapse on the carpet, exhausted. The laptop sits between them, screen flickering with the “Register Now” button.
JOE
(weakly)
You’d be a great leader, you know.
MICHELLE
(through heavy breaths)
And you’d be a great comedian. Now shut up.
They both laugh, the tension breaking. The laptop quietly times out to a screensaver of maple leaves drifting across the screen.
FADE OUT.
