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# dawnbands-alarmclock-h1-l1-2026-10-03 — cartoon-h3 storyboard (Fish review BEFORE canvases)

VO: 84.23s, 290 words, 3.44 wps · 41 beats · 12 batches (≤15s, ≤4 panels, reveal/CTA ≤3)

Beat times come from the ElevenLabs word timings of the trimmed VO. A batch = one MiniMax H3 generation (canvas + hero refs + this batch's VO slice). Batch boundaries fall on pack-line ends only.

## Table storyboard

| Beat | Scene | Start–End (s) | VO | Visual | Env | Transition-in |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 1.1 | 0.04–1.26 (1.2) | I'm your son's alarm clock. | Teen-room at dawn, pale orange light through the window. A red alarm clock on the nightstand rings hard, its bell vibrating, visible sound ripples spreading outward across the room. Ryan lies deeply asleep in bed a foot away, eyes closed, face relaxed. | teen-room | hard cut |
| 2 | 1.2 | 1.42–2.67 (1.3) | And he has never once heard me. | Close on Ryan's sleeping face on the pillow, eyes shut, mouth slightly open, completely undisturbed. The red alarm clock on the nightstand beside him keeps ringing, sound ripples washing over his head and ruffling his hair without any reaction from him. | teen-room | camera pushes in from the nightstand to Ryan's face |
| 3 | 2 | 2.98–5.24 (2.3) | Not because he's lazy, and not because he doesn't care. | Ryan lies fast asleep on his back in the teen room at dawn, face relaxed and peaceful, one arm hanging limp off the edge of the bed. On the nightstand beside him the clock rings hard, shaking slightly, while he does not stir. | teen-room | hard cut |
| 4 | 3.1 | 5.51–8.28 (2.8) | His ADHD brain tunes out a sound it hears every morning. | Close-up of Ryan's sleeping face on a pillow in his bedroom, eyes shut, mouth slightly open. Pale ripples drift toward his ear and flatten into a soft grey haze just before touching him. His face stays completely relaxed and undisturbed. | teen-room | hard cut |
| 5 | 3.2 | 8.43–9.78 (1.3) | Even me, at full volume. | Same close-up of Ryan's sleeping face on the pillow, eyes still shut, breathing slowly. The grey haze beside his ear thickens and spreads across the frame, and he does not stir, his expression unchanged and peaceful. | teen-room | the grey haze spreads across the frame as the camera holds on his face |
| 6 | 4 | 10.05–10.87 (0.8) | So you take over. | Mom stands silent in Ryan's open bedroom doorway, wearing a robe with her hair up, shoulders slumped and eyes heavy with tiredness. Her mouth is closed. She looks across the room at the bed, her hand resting on the door frame. | teen-room | hard cut |
| 7 | 5.1 | 11.14–13.14 (2.0) | You pull the covers. You shake his shoulder. | Mom stands beside Ryan's bed in the teen room. One hand grips the blanket and pulls it down off him, and the other hand is on his shoulder, shaking it. Ryan lies curled on the mattress with his eyes squeezed shut and his face scrunched in a groan. | teen-room | hard cut |
| 8 | 5.2 | 13.29–14.52 (1.2) | You yell up the stairs. | Mom stands at the bottom of the stairs with one hand on the banister. Her head is tipped back and her mouth is wide open as she calls up the staircase. Her eyebrows are pinched, and her face looks tired and impatient. | hallway | hard cut |
| 9 | 6 | 14.79–16.93 (2.1) | His heart is pounding before his eyes even open. | Ryan lies in his bed in a teenage bedroom, eyes still shut, brow tight and mouth pulled thin. His chest rises and falls fast under the blanket. One fist is clenched around the blanket edge. Harsh morning light from the window falls across his face. | teen-room | hard cut |
| 10 | 7 | 17.20–21.00 (3.8) | Every morning turns into an emergency, and you become the backup alarm. | In a hallway, a woman's hand holds a coffee mug with a thin curl of steam fading, raised beside a round wall clock. Her other hand points at the clock face. Behind her, a closed bedroom door with a sneaker on the floor. Her tense, tired posture shows worry. | hallway | hard cut |
| 11 | 8 | 21.27–23.12 (1.8) | Week two, he's late to first period again. | Ryan, a teenage boy, jogs through the school gate toward the camera with one backpack strap on his shoulder and the other swinging loose. Behind him the heavy doors swing shut after the last few students. His face looks rushed and slightly embarrassed, breath visible, hair uncombed. | school-gate | hard cut |
| 12 | 9 | 23.39–25.70 (2.3) | Week six, the school calls about his tardies. | Mom stands at the kitchen counter holding a phone to her ear, her eyebrows drawing together and her mouth dropping open as her face falls. Through the window behind her, a yellow school bus pulls away down the street. Morning light fills the kitchen. | kitchen | hard cut |
| 13 | 10 | 25.97–27.48 (1.5) | Then the report card comes home. | At a kitchen table, Mom holds a plain folded school envelope with no writing on it in both hands, her brow tight and lips pressed together. Ryan stands beside her with his head bowed, eyes fixed on the floor, shoulders slumped, hands hanging at his sides. | kitchen | hard cut |
| 14 | 11 | 27.73–29.51 (1.8) | And at seven, I ring into nothing. | Close shot of an alarm clock on a nightstand, its bells vibrating and ringing hard. Beside it, a bed holds a lump of tangled blankets with no one visibly moving. The teen room is dim and still, and the clock is the only thing in motion. | teen-room | hard cut |
| 15 | 12.1 | 29.78–31.15 (1.4) | So you bought a louder me. | On the nightstand beside Ryan's bed, a much bigger red alarm clock rings hard, huge ripples spreading outward from its bells. Ryan lies asleep under the blanket, face relaxed, eyes closed. The narrator stands at the bedside, her mouth moving, looking at the clock. | teen-room | hard cut |
| 16 | 12.2 | 31.30–32.66 (1.4) | He tuned that out too. | Close on Ryan asleep in bed, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, head sunk into the pillow. The huge red clock on the nightstand behind him keeps ringing with wide ripples, and the blanket does not move. The narrator stands beside the bed, mouth moving, arms folded. | teen-room | hard cut |
| 17 | 13 | 32.92–34.31 (1.4) | Five alarms, five snoozes. | Close side view of Ryan's bare arm sliding out from under a rumpled blanket and tapping a phone on the nightstand over and over, his eyes shut and face slack with sleep. Behind the phone, a stack of five identical alarm ripples hangs in the air. | teen-room | hard cut |
| 18 | 14.1 | 34.58–35.67 (1.1) | Me across the room. | Wide shot of Ryan's dark bedroom from the bed end. The alarm clock sits on the desk at the far wall, its face glowing. Ryan, eyes closed and hair messy, swings his legs out of bed in the foreground and starts to stand, still asleep. | teen-room | hard cut |
| 19 | 14.2 | 35.82–38.07 (2.3) | He walked over and turned me off in his sleep. | Medium shot at the desk in the dark room. Ryan stands hunched with his eyes shut and his mouth slack, still asleep. One hand slaps down on top of the alarm clock and presses it off. The clock's glow dies and the room goes dark. | teen-room | camera pans right from the bed to the desk as Ryan shuffles into frame |
| 20 | 15 | 38.34–40.70 (2.4) | You took his phone at night. He slammed the door. | In a dim night hallway, Mom stands in pajamas gripping Ryan's phone in one hand. Ryan's bedroom door swings shut hard right in front of her face, the door blurred mid-motion. Her eyes are wide and her mouth is set in stunned frustration. | hallway | hard cut |
| 21 | 16 | 40.97–41.97 (1.0) | Every single school morning. | Inside the teen room at dawn, a bedside alarm clock rings with its bell shaking while Ryan lies asleep under the blanket, face half buried in the pillow. Pale gold light falls through the window across the bed, identical to the shot before. The camera is locked and still. | teen-room | hard cut |
| 22 | 17 | 42.23–44.89 (2.7) | Then one day, you found something I could never be. | In a kitchen at evening, Mom sits at the table and lifts the lid of a small plain box with both hands, eyebrows raised and head tilted forward in curiosity. On the windowsill behind her, the red clock sits facing the table. | kitchen | hard cut |
| 23 | 18 | 45.14–46.54 (1.4) | Silent. On his wrist. | A matte black silicone wristband strap lies alone on a clean pale surface, centered in the frame, lit by soft morning light from one side. Fine diagonal ribbing on the strap catches the light. The strap is plain and unlit, and nothing else is in the frame. The camera holds still. Product truth: a plain matte black silicone wristband strap with fine diagonal ribbing; no screen, no display, no glass face, no touchscreen, no apps, no phone; only when the time is needed, a small soft white LED glow shows on top of the strap. |  | hard cut |
| 24 | 19 | 46.80–47.87 (1.1) | It's called Dawn. | At the kitchen table, Mom leans forward and holds out a plain matte black silicone wristband strap with fine diagonal ribbing. Ryan sits across from her, takes it, and turns it over in his hands with a mildly interested look, eyebrows slightly raised. Product truth: a plain matte black silicone wristband strap with fine diagonal ribbing; no screen, no display, no glass face, no touchscreen, no apps, no phone; only when the time is needed, a small soft white LED glow shows on top of the strap. | kitchen | hard cut |
| 25 | 20 | 48.14–49.41 (1.3) | No ringing. No yelling. | Night in the teen room. The red alarm clock sits unplugged on a shelf, its cord hanging loose. The nightstand beside the bed is bare. A lit lamp and a closed book rest near the pillow. The room is quiet and still, and warm lamplight falls across the blanket. | teen-room | hard cut |
| 26 | 21 | 49.67–53.28 (3.6) | At the time he sets, it vibrates on his wrist, gently at first, | Close shot of Ryan's sleeping wrist resting on a pillow, a plain matte black ribbed silicone band on it. Small soft motion lines appear around the band, a faint white LED glow shows on top of the strap, and his relaxed fingers twitch slightly. Product truth: a plain matte black silicone wristband strap with fine diagonal ribbing; no screen, no display, no glass face, no touchscreen, no apps, no phone; only when the time is needed, a small soft white LED glow shows on top of the strap. | teen-room | hard cut |
| 27 | 22 | 53.55–56.08 (2.5) | then stronger and stronger, until he turns it off himself. | Same close shot on the matte black silicone band on Ryan's wrist: the motion lines around it grow bigger and denser in three steps. Ryan's eyes open wide in his bed, his face tense, and his thumb presses the top of the band. The small soft white LED glow is not shown. Product truth: a plain matte black silicone wristband strap with fine diagonal ribbing; no screen, no display, no glass face, no touchscreen, no apps, no phone; only when the time is needed, a small soft white LED glow shows on top of the strap. | teen-room | hard cut |
| 28 | 23.1 | 56.35–57.96 (1.6) | Three alarms. No app. | Wide shot down a dark, quiet hallway at dawn. Every bedroom door is closed and still. A thin line of warm lamp light glows under Ryan's door at the end. The narrator stands motionless in the dim hallway facing that door, her expression calm and alert. | hallway | hard cut |
| 29 | 23.2 | 58.11–59.64 (1.5) | Nobody else in the house hears a thing. | Same dark hallway at dawn, camera slowly pushes along the row of closed bedroom doors, each one still and silent. The thin line of lamp light under Ryan's door stays the only glow. The narrator stands in the dim hallway, glancing along the doors with a small knowing smile. | hallway | camera pushes forward from the wide view to the closed doors |
| 30 | 24 | 59.91–60.56 (0.7) | And he's up. | Low camera at floor level beside the bed. A teenage boy's bare feet land flat on the rug as he swings his legs off the mattress. Soft early light slants across the floor. His arm hangs at his side, a plain matte black ribbed silicone band on his wrist, no glow. Product truth: a plain matte black silicone wristband strap with fine diagonal ribbing; no screen, no display, no glass face, no touchscreen, no apps, no phone; only when the time is needed, a small soft white LED glow shows on top of the strap. | teen-room | hard cut |
| 31 | 25 | 60.82–62.13 (1.3) | Me? I got retired. | A red clock with a dusty face sits motionless on a high wooden shelf beside a row of old gold trophies. The camera films straight on from below. Fine dust coats the clock's top and the trophy cups. The room is quiet and still, with no one in frame. | teen-room | hard cut |
| 32 | 26 | 62.40–64.17 (1.8) | He sets it himself at night now. | Ryan, a teenage boy, sits on the edge of his bed at night in lamp light, pressing the top of the matte black ribbed wristband on his wrist with his thumb. A small soft white LED glow shows on the strap. His face is calm and focused. Product truth: a plain matte black silicone wristband strap with fine diagonal ribbing; no screen, no display, no glass face, no touchscreen, no apps, no phone; only when the time is needed, a small soft white LED glow shows on top of the strap. | teen-room | hard cut |
| 33 | 27 | 64.42–66.91 (2.5) | And you walk past an empty bed with your coffee. | Mom walks along a quiet morning hallway holding a steaming coffee mug, glancing sideways through Ryan's open bedroom door. Inside, his bed is neatly made and empty, pillow flat. She slows mid-step, eyebrows raised, mouth slightly open in surprise. | hallway | hard cut |
| 34 | 28.1 | 67.18–68.14 (1.0) | I know what you're thinking. | Medium shot of Mom standing at the kitchen counter, arms folded, eyebrows pinched and head tilted, lips pressed closed in a doubtful look. The red clock sits on the windowsill beside her, small and still, and she stares at it without speaking. | kitchen | hard cut |
| 35 | 28.2 | 68.29–69.89 (1.6) | He sleeps through me a foot from his head. | Close shot of the red clock on the kitchen windowsill, small and upright, with Mom soft in the background at the counter. She frowns at it, lips pressed shut, head tilted, listening in silence. Window light falls across the sill. | kitchen | camera pushes in from Mom to the red clock on the windowsill |
| 36 | 29 | 70.16–71.40 (1.2) | He'll sleep through a buzz. | Tight close-up on Mom's face in a kitchen. Her left eyebrow is raised high, her lips pressed shut in a flat line, her eyes narrowed with doubt. A coffee mug is held in her hand, paused halfway to her mouth. She stays still and unconvinced. | kitchen | hard cut |
| 37 | 30 | 71.66–75.30 (3.6) | That's why you get sixty nights to try it on real school mornings. | Ryan walks calmly through the school gate with his backpack on both shoulders, relaxed and unhurried, a small smile on his face. Other students stroll in around him in the morning light. Everyone is on time, with no one rushing before the bell. | school-gate | hard cut |
| 38 | 31 | 75.55–77.20 (1.6) | If it doesn't wake him, send it back. | A plain matte black silicone wristband strap with fine diagonal ribbing rests on its plain box on a kitchen counter. Soft morning light falls across the strap and box. The strap is still and unlit, with no screen or glass face. Nothing else is in frame. Product truth: a plain matte black silicone wristband strap with fine diagonal ribbing; no screen, no display, no glass face, no touchscreen, no apps, no phone; only when the time is needed, a small soft white LED glow shows on top of the strap. | kitchen | hard cut |
| 39 | 32 | 77.47–79.20 (1.7) | More than ten thousand parents use Dawn. | Outside the school gate, several parents stand in a loose group, smiling and chatting with each other. Some wave their kids through the open gate, and the kids walk in calmly. The parents look relaxed and unhurried in morning daylight. | school-gate | hard cut |
| 40 | 33 | 79.45–81.54 (2.1) | Up for school. Up for everything else. | Ryan, in a hoodie, sits at the kitchen table spooning cereal from a bowl, the matte black ribbed band on his wrist resting beside the bowl. Across from him Mom sits down holding her coffee mug. Ryan looks up at her with a small, relaxed smile. Product truth: a plain matte black silicone wristband strap with fine diagonal ribbing; no screen, no display, no glass face, no touchscreen, no apps, no phone; only when the time is needed, a small soft white LED glow shows on top of the strap. | kitchen | hard cut |
| 41 | 34 | 81.81–84.02 (2.2) | Go get your mornings back. Tap the link. | A plain matte black silicone wristband strap with fine diagonal ribbing lies centered on a clean pale surface in soft light. No screen, no display, no glass face. A small soft white LED glow shows on top of the strap. The camera holds still on the strap. Product truth: a plain matte black silicone wristband strap with fine diagonal ribbing; no screen, no display, no glass face, no touchscreen, no apps, no phone; only when the time is needed, a small soft white LED glow shows on top of the strap. |  | hard cut |

## Batches

- **Batch 1**: beats 1–2 · 0.04–2.67s (2.6s) · 5s generation · 2 panel(s) · ends on "…once heard me." 
- **Batch 2**: beats 3–6 · 2.98–10.87s (7.9s) · 8s generation · 4 panel(s) · ends on "…you take over." 
- **Batch 3**: beats 7–10 · 11.14–21.00s (9.9s) · 10s generation · 4 panel(s) · ends on "…the backup alarm." 
- **Batch 4**: beats 11–14 · 21.27–29.51s (8.2s) · 9s generation · 4 panel(s) · ends on "…ring into nothing." 
- **Batch 5**: beats 15–17 · 29.78–34.31s (4.5s) · 5s generation · 3 panel(s) · ends on "…alarms, five snoozes." 
- **Batch 6**: beats 18–21 · 34.58–41.97s (7.4s) · 8s generation · 4 panel(s) · ends on "…single school morning." 
- **Batch 7**: beats 22–24 · 42.23–47.87s (5.6s) · 6s generation · 3 panel(s) · ends on "…It's called Dawn." REVEAL product
- **Batch 8**: beats 25–27 · 48.14–56.08s (7.9s) · 8s generation · 3 panel(s) · ends on "…it off himself." product
- **Batch 9**: beats 28–31 · 56.35–62.13s (5.8s) · 6s generation · 4 panel(s) · ends on "…I got retired." product
- **Batch 10**: beats 32–35 · 62.40–69.89s (7.5s) · 8s generation · 4 panel(s) · ends on "…from his head." product
- **Batch 11**: beats 36–39 · 70.16–79.20s (9.0s) · 10s generation · 4 panel(s) · ends on "…parents use Dawn." product
- **Batch 12**: beats 40–41 · 79.45–84.02s (4.6s) · 5s generation · 2 panel(s) · ends on "…Tap the link." CTA product