PepsiCo, Kilt
The marching band plays and floats fly overhead. Also in this parade is a group of bagpipers, all wearing kilts. They appear nervous, sweating and wiping their foreheads.
But one of the bagpipers is missing. The man in charge looks around and angrily asks, "Where's Wallace?" No one seems to know as all the men ask one another where he could be. Two men notice a set of bagpipes in his place and shrug their shoulders.
Over the parade music, a high-pitched moan is heard. The men look over, confused. In a pose reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe, Wallace stands over a grate in the sidewalk. He makes shrieking sounds and clearly enjoys the air that flows up his kilt.
"Yeah, it's kind of like that," says a male narrator. "Sierra Mist. Taste one shockingly refreshing lemon lime."
"That's just wrong, Dad," says a young boy looking over at Wallace. His father promptly covers the boy's eyes with one hand.
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