(wind blowing) 

Narrator: Unaware of what's happening as the Burkes quietly sleep, a pasty film covers their mouths. They wake with the worst breath of the day. 

Both: Morning. 

- Ah. Scope? 

- I'll use mine. 

- Yours leaves your breath mediciny. Not minty like Scope. 

- Mine kills germs. 

- Scope kills germs. 

- Come on. 

- Try. 

- Ah. Minty, fresh 

- And? 

- Kills germs. 

Both: Morning. 

Narrator: Scope fights, bad breath. Doesn't give medicine breath.