(woman troubled) 

- I'm out of Scope, oh there's downstairs. 

Narrator: Bad breath. That funny feeling in your mouth. 

- Good morning, sweetheart. 

- Good morning. 

Narrator: And that not so funny feeling that you can't face the world. 

- Mommy, no kiss? (woman blows kiss) (woman chuckling) (doorbell rings) (woman sigh) 

- Plumber. 

- Wait right here, I'll be right back. 

Narrator: Don't turn away, turn to Scope. (woman sigh) Tingly Scope fights, bad breath. So you can face the world. (woman sighs relief) Good morning, Mr. Plumber. 

Narrator: Scope brings you face to face.