We got Oliver back!
And somebody somewhere was looking down on us, because security wasn't even called when we violently tackled him at the airport! Halfway through rolling-around-on-the-Arrival's-concrete, we realized what this onslaught of brutally expressed love must have looked like to the multiple onlookers. We decided to ignore it and throw our newly acquired Oliver in the back of our boxtruck house and drove away. No human trafficking here, strangers!