...The pixie dust, the singing frogs....
There's a cute rapid-shipper commercial that Tam both loves and fears. It starts with the happy enchanted forest and then rubs out all the magic, item-by-item. At the very end, there's just one happy, overlooked singing frog lalala-ing along next to the delivery driver, who notices it, says "Ooops!" and it pops out of existence.
Me, I like magical forests but this one is just too silly; I got all Wile E. Coyote and suggested he should've taken his clipboard to it. This made Tam exclaim, "Nooooo!!!"
I can't help it; I keep coming up with ways for the driver to finish off the last singing frog:
--He throws it out the side window, it hits the picture window of a house with a splat! and slides down to the ledge in sad heap.
--He produces a slingshot, grabs up the frog, and fires it into the closed passenger window; our last clear sight of the frog is an extreme close-up of its horrified little face, right before impact.
--He grabs a sawed-off double barreled shotgun from under the dash,* pops one of the shells out, stuffs the frog in, shoves the shell back in after him, flips it closed and fires it, one-handed, out his window. We hear "La-la-yiiiiiiike!" trailing off into the distance.
--He reaches over his shoulder and comes up with one of those folded-flat boxes, pops it open, picks up the frog, drops it in and closes the box as it continues to sing, now somewhat muffled; it ends with him addressing the box to someone named "Walt" in Orlando, Florida...
--He pops it his mouth, chews, swallows, looks at the camera with a smile and says, "Ooops."
* This is totally against Giant Cosmodemonic Delivery Co. rules, you know.
5 months ago