EXT. NEW YORK CITY - DAY A bustling street in Manhattan, filled with taxis and pedestrians. The sound of car horns blares in the background. The camera pans across the chaos and settles on a sign that reads "WebStart Consulting Agency." INT. WEBSTART CONSULTING AGENCY - DAY A crowded office space with an open floor plan, buzzing with activity. Employees huddle around desks, typing furiously on laptops and engaging in animated conversations. TONY DONATELLI (late 30s, energetic, with a mischievous smile) stands in the middle of the chaos, dressed in a sharp suit that contrasts with his casual demeanor. He waves his arms, trying to get everyone's attention. TONY All right, people! Can I get a moment of silence here? Or at least a moment where we pretend to be working? The employees pause, giving Tony their attention. TONY (CONT'D) I've got something important to announce. After years of navigating the treacherous waters of New York City, we've finally landed our biggest client yet! Cheers erupt from the crowd. High fives and fist bumps are exchanged. TONY (CONT'D) That's right, folks. The Cucinelli Marinara Empire. They want us to take their business to the next level. And you know what that means? Pasta for life, baby! Laughter fills the room as the employees exchange excited glances. TONY (CONT'D) But wait, it gets better. They're so impressed with our work that they've offered me an opportunity of a lifetime. They want me, Tony Donatelli, to be their personal consultant. And not just any consultant. The kind that gets to live the dream. The room grows silent as Tony's words sink in. Curiosity replaces the initial excitement. EMPLOYEE #1 What dream are you talking about, Tony? TONY I'm talking about the big leagues, my friends. They want me to move out to the suburbs, to Long Island, and become the face of their brand. And here's the kicker... Tony leans in, whispering with a mischievous grin. TONY (CONT'D) The house they're providing has something legendary. A secret room that'll make every Italian-American's heart skip a beat. A "sauce room." The employees gasp in disbelief, exchanging astonished glances. EMPLOYEE #2 A sauce room? Seriously? TONY You better believe it. A room specifically designed to hold jars upon jars of marinara sauce. I'm telling you, this is the kind of opportunity that can change our lives! The room erupts in a mix of laughter, disbelief, and excitement. Tony basks in the moment, relishing the attention. TONY (CONT'D) So, who's with me? Who's ready to trade the hustle and bustle of the city for the promise of suburban marinara heaven? The employees cheer, raising their hands, eager to join Tony on this new adventure. FADE OUT. INT. TONY'S NEW HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY Tony stands at the entrance of a spacious living room, eyes wide with shock. The room is not as he imagined. Instead of a sauce room, it's filled with HUNDREDS OF CHAIRS—different styles, colors, and sizes, taking up every available inch of space. TONY (looking around) What the...? I was expecting sauce, not seats! What the hell happened here? Tony's baby mamma, LUCIA (early 30s, fiery personality, but exhausted from the move), joins him, scanning the room with equal confusion. LUCIA (sighs) I don't understand, Tony. We specifically requested a sauce room. Why would they send chairs? TONY (winking mischievously) Well, Lucia, I guess they thought we needed something to sit on while we wait for the sauce to arrive. Maybe they're fans of sitting and saucing at the same time. Lucia rolls her eyes, trying to hide her amusement. LUCIA We're not running a chair emporium, Tony. We need to sort this out. I'll call our contact at Cucinelli Marinara Empire and find out what's going on. TONY (nods) Good idea, babe. Let's get to the bottom of this. We need to fill this house with something more exciting than chairs. Something with a bit more... 'oomph.' Lucia walks away, pulling out her phone, while Tony stays behind, inspecting the chairs with a mischievous glint in his eye. TONY (CONT'D) (whispering) Oh, the possibilities... So many chairs, so little time. If only they were holes instead. I could have a whole different kind of business on my hands. Tony chuckles to himself, unable to resist making puns and double entendres. TONY (CONT'D) Oh, baby, look at those curves. You know what they say, "The rounder the seat, the sweeter the... marinara." Tony continues his exploration, occasionally sitting in a chair, pretending to be overwhelmed with pleasure. TONY (CONT'D) (sighs) Oh, Lucia, if only these chairs were holes... I'd be in seventh heaven. But for now, I'll just have to settle for sitting. Lucia reenters the room, looking exasperated but determined. LUCIA Tony, I spoke to the Cucinelli representative. It seems there was a mix-up. They thought we said "chairs" instead of "sauce." They'll rectify the situation and send us the sauce shortly. TONY (smiling) Ah, the sweet taste of victory. We're getting our sauce, Lucia. Our dreams of a sauce room will come true. They share a relieved smile, both excited about what lies ahead. FADE OUT.