Yuck! Oh, however am I going to get rid of all this oven grease?!
[A puff of smoke, and the Jiffy Genie (Doug) appears.]
JGJiffy Genie
You need the Jiffy Genie!
Oh, Jiffy Genie, can you get rid of all this oven grease?
JGJiffy Genie
In a flash, ma'am!
[The Jiffy Genie waves his hands, there is another puff of smoke, and the oven disappears completely. Mrs. Prevert screams and wails.]
LLes
[Voiceover] Yes, with Jiffy Genie, you'll never have oven grease again!
JGJiffy Genie
[To camera] You'll never have an oven, period!
[Alasdair Gillis, Doug Ptolemy and Robert Enns are seated on the bench in their football uniforms, furiously scratching their itchy feet.]
RRobert
This itching is driving me crazy!
Me too. I wish there were something we could do to get rid of it.
[Enter the Coach, carrying a can of foot powder.]
CCoach
Itch no more! He-Man Foot Powder is here! It'll not only cure the itch, but your feet will smell like a rose.
Just what we've been looking for!
[The boys excitedly sprinkle the powder on their feet.]
CCoach
But has the itching stopped?
RRobert
Yes, the itching has stopped, but now our feet hurt from the thorns!
CCoach
And they smell like roses! [To the camera] He-Man Foot Spray! Ya can't take it, yer not a man!
(The boys begin to cry and wail.)
[A door-to-door saleswoman (Alanis) walks up to the Preverts' front door and rings the bell. Mrs. Prevert answers, her red hair in curlers.]
Ravon Calling! Good morning or afternoon, sir or madam, as the case may be. As advertised on television, we would like to offer you a beauty program that will leave you looking years younger. Try our new beauty cream absolutely free of charge.
Oh, I certainly will! Oh!
[Mrs. Prevert excitedly rubs some of the cream on her cheeks. A puff of smoke, and she is transformed into a little girl.]
Young Mrs. Prevert: (Stephanie) Wow, it really works! I feel years younger!
[Young Mrs. Prevert excitedly reaches for more cream.]
No, don't take any more... I wouldn't recommend it...
[Mrs. Prevert rubs more cream on her cheeks anyway. Another puff of smoke, and she is transformed into an infant (doll).]
(Picking up Mrs. Prevert) The manual never said anything about this!
