Client: WISK

THE NAKEDS (VARSAMES)

 

In a back YARD.  A TODDLER runs into frame, naked, cute, running from –

 

The DAD – sprints past, seen only neck up, blocked by BUSHES.

 

WISK VO: Just like any other Saturday at the Varsame’s house…. Teddy’s loose on Dad’s watch.

 

DAD: Teddy, get back here!

 

INSIDE.  MOM’s extended ARM around the refrigerator door.  But we can’t see her.

 

MOM: Kids!  Put the WII down lunch is ready!

 

WISK VO: Mom with a plate of cold cuts and a smile.

 

We see two KIDS playing video games on the COUCH.  We see them from the neck up only.

 

WISK VO: But something terrible… has happened…

 

Mom rounds a corner and passes the laundry room.  Where there are piles of dirty clothes. As big as a MOUNTAIN.

 

We hear a RECORD SCRATCH.

 

WISK VO: The Curse of expensive designer detergents has struck again…

 

Mom closes the fridge door, Dad enters with Teddy and the kids jump up off the couch.  They’re all PIXILLATED, naked.

 

MOM: Here guys.  Dig in!

 

The DOOR BELL RINGS.

 

MOM: I’ll get it.

 

DAD: No, honey.  I’ll get it.

 

MOM gets to the door.  She opens it, a MAIL MAN stands there with the MAIL.  She smiles.

 

MAILMAN: Special…

 

The MAIL MAN drops the mail, jaw stuck open.

 

MAILMAN: ...Delivery.

 

WISK VO: Don’t get caught with your pants down.  WISK gets clothes clean, guaranteed, without the added expense.

 

MOM picks up the MAIL, watches the Mailman stumble away across the yard.

 

MOM: Bye!