Grandma vs. the Robot Vacuum — A Turf War

War-film parody comedy, 10 seconds, 16:9. A spotless living room, morning sun: Grandma Inez mops in peace until the robot vacuum Rondo bumps her ankle — and war is declared. 0-3 seconds: beat one — she warns it once, in Spanish and English, wagging the mop; it bumps her again, deliberately, she is certain; the camera pushes in on her face like a general receiving news of invasion. 3-7 seconds: beat two — the war montage: she barricades it with chair legs, it squeezes through; she chases it with the mop like a lance in slow motion, it jukes; it hides under the couch and beeps defiantly, she lies on the floor glaring into the dark; sweeping war-movie shots of the living-room battlefield, dust motes like smoke. 7-10 seconds: beat three — the treaty: she places a tiny hand-lettered do-not-disturb sign on Rondo during mop hours, and Rondo respectfully docks itself; the final shot holds them coexisting — Inez mopping, Rondo docked — glaring at each other with mutual respect. Rondo develops a respectful detour around the mop bucket; Inez catches herself polishing its bumper and denies everything; the treaty sign gets a second line added underneath: EXCEPT TUESDAYS. Craft: Inez with mop, Rondo the robot vacuum, the tiny treaty sign, chair-leg barricade. Camera: war-movie sweeping shots, mop-lance slow-mo, treaty-signing close-up. Lighting: bright morning light, dust-mote atmosphere. Atmosphere: epic domestic warfare. Style: war-film parody, 24fps.