Soubrette knew the language of love- as long as it was aimed at a pitch-black poodle. But one hint of "does Fufu want a kissy num-num?" and Timothy Marsh was running for Seattle's seven hills. The poodle wasn't the only one with baggage; Soubrette was running too. Soon Timothy was involved in everything- car chases, evading P.I.'s, and visuals involving French maids and feather dusters. Will it be Timothy or the poodle that saves her?