The slightly sinister sounds of organs start up in the background and the commercial opens to a Marshadow donning a black t-shirt with white stripes and a plain white disposable diaper, the camera following his movements as he slowly toddles on his tippy toes, stealthily traversing the living room as he attempts to showcase his signature spookiness.
“Those little Ghost-types always have their sights set on being the scariest, don’t they?” a feminine-sounding voice lets out a little chuckle while the camera continues to follow the little Ghost-type around. “There’s scarcely a time when they aren’t trying to give someone a good scare, huh?”
The background music begins to intensify and a mischievous grin forms on the Marshadow’s face as he toddles towards the back of the couch, prepared to scare his unsuspecting mother casually lounging on the cushiony seat.
“But, you know what gets in the way of giving a good scare?” the narrator rhetorically asks the audience.
CRINKLE! CRINKLE!!
Right on cue, the sinister music suddenly stops and loud crinkling accompanies the toddler’s actions, completely exposing his presence to the once oblivious parent, dismantling any degree of stealth he once had.
“Those noisy, crinkly diapers.” the narrator adds.
The mother Gourgeist then turns around and spots the Ghost-type toddler standing behind the couch, staring at him with an affectionate smile while the background music shifts to the much sillier sounds of xylophones, accentuating this sudden absence of scary circumstances.
“Why hello there, buddy!” she says in a sing-song voice before standing up and approaching the little boy. “You want uppies, sweetheart? Aww, I bet that’s what you want, isn’t it?”
Simply assuming he’s being a needy baby boy, the thought of her son trying to scare her not even crossing her mind, the Gourgeist then picks up the Marshadow and lifts him off the ground, playfully moving him up and down while making an assortment of silly sounds. Although the diaper-clad kid is often amused by such antics, often content with being the center of his mother’s attention and affection, all he can show for it is slightly subdued annoyance, deeming such a situation unsuccessful due to a substantial lack of scaring.
The next scene then transitions to the Ghost-type toddler slowly waddling towards his big sister’s bedroom, hoping to redeem himself after the previous day’s failure. As the boy enters the bedroom, a female Frillish is seen soundly snoozing in her bed, so intent on sleeping in that not even this newfound presence does a thing to stir her slumber. In theory, there’s no way that the toddler fails, for the sounds of crinkling diapers are completely canceled out by his sister’s deep sleep. With a devilish grin on the Ghost-type’s face, with the spooky sounds of organs now making their return, the Marshadow waddles his way towards his unsuspecting sister.
GUUUUUUURGLE!!!
However, something he doesn’t account for is a big pressure that’s been brewing in his bowels, swiftly paired with sudden realization that he’s really gotta go, that he’s really gotta take a number two. Out of the instinct acquired by two years of diaper dependency, the Marshadow scrunches up his face and suddenly squats, having no other choice but to place filling his diaper as his top priority, even at the expense of what’s slated to be a successful scare attempt.
“Mmmmmmph!” the background music abruptly stops once the little Ghost-type starts to grunt, as if the commercial’s sound designers are acutely aware that the kid’s about to poop himself.
PFFFFFT! FRRRRRRT!! PBLAAAAAART!!!
Boisterous bouts of flatulence are soon followed by the sound of a stinky mass sloppily plopping into his pampers, causing them to sag down to his knees while a big lump bulges from the back and a dark green stink line trails toward the Frillish’s face. If the boy’s crude cacophony isn’t one to wake her up, then the disgusting scent of a dirty diaper is more than enough to awaken the baby boy’s big sister, being snapped awake from the nasty stench overstimulating her senses.
“Ewwwwww! Mom! Baby bro pooped his pants!” the Frillish bluntly states, her mood soured by this smelly end to her slumber.
Likewise, the Marshadow is in an equally sour mood from yet another failed scare attempt, crossing his arms and putting on a pouty face while his full diaper continues to droop.
“And if it’s not the sounds of their diapers that stop your child from channeling their spooky side, then what they do in their diapers will be the one to spoil their fun.” says the narrator with a slightly dejected tone, as if to empathize with the Marshadow’s scaring struggles.
The next scene then shifts back to the living room setting, the toddler still sporting a pouty face while he stares at the camera with a scowl, the background music still absent to match the dissatisfied mood of the diaper-clad child.
“The truth is, leading brands of diapers simply aren’t suited for Ghost-type girls and boys. For those toddlers who want to be terrifying, they’re nothing but a nuisance…” says the narrator as the Marshadow’s expression shifts to a nasty glare, silently agreeing with such statements. “But…what if I told you there’s a diaper that takes your spooky sons and daughters into consideration?”
Right on cue, the Marshadow’s plain white padding suddenly shifts to a different kind of crinkly garment, a dark orange diaper with black ruffles and several silhouettes of bats scattered around the front. An upbeat flourish soon starts up in the background as the little boy looks down at his new diaper, the music now matching his much happier face.
“Introducing our Creepy Crinkles, the only diaper with your toddler’s spooky side in mind!”
Eager to show how excited he is over this different kind of diaper, the Ghost-type toddler then turns around and gleefully giggles as he shakes his padded posterior from side to side, revealing a pair of black triangular eyes and a jagged mouth identical to that of a jack-o-lantern.
“As the name suggests, these diapers have only the creepiest of color schemes, only the most dastardly of designs, perfect for any Ghost-type kid who wants to hone some horror.” says the narrator.
Highlighting the scary sets of designs said diapers have to offer, the appearance of the Marshadow’s padding undergoes a couple of changes while he continues to playfully shake his padded tush. The first shift shows off a pale white diaper with round, pitch black eyes and a gaping oval-shaped mouth of identical color, clearly resembling the face of a ghost, all while such spooky elements are accentuated by the word “BOO!” written below the face in big and black block letters. The second shift then showcases a black diaper with dark yellow ruffles, the back now resembling a black cat with a wide, narrow pair of yellow eyes and a single fanged smirk. To really sell that black cat bit, the diaper also has a small hole near the top with a long, black tail peeking out, an addition that’s a nice combination of cute and spooky as it swishes from side to side in tandem with the toddler’s movements.
“Goodness gracious! Even I can’t help but get the heebie jeebies!” says the narrator with a playful laugh. “Although, our diapers don’t just make your little one look scarier, they make the act of scaring so much easier too!”
The Marshadow soon stops his silly shaking and turns around, replicating his first scare attempt as he toddles towards his unsuspecting mother sitting on the couch. In comparison to the previous diaper he was donning, the crinkling sounds are significantly more subdued, something the narrator is more than happy to detail.
“Unlike the leading brands of diapers with their loud crinkling, Creepy Crinkles are much more subtle about such things, allowing your little one to be as stealthy and sneaky as they like!”
With all the parameters now in place, the sinister sounds of organs slowly increase in volume and intensity, the Marshadow’s smile widening as he creeps closer and closer to his mother. Now concealed by the side of the couch, all while the Gourgeist doesn’t suspect a single thing, the Marshadow makes his move.
“Raaaaaaawr!”
The diaper-clad kid jumps up and lets out the loudest roar he can muster, causing the mother to yelp in shock and real backwards from such a sudden spook.
“AAAAH! Sheesh, you really scared me there, sweetheart!” she says after catching her breath.
More than satisfied with this scare, the Marshadow giggles and crawls onto the couch before giving his mother a hug, making it clear that such shenanigans are all in good fun.
“Hehe, come here, you silly spooker!” she hugs him back and gently pats his bottom.
Now recreating the second scare attempt, the commercial shifts back to the Ghost-type-toddler in his big sister’s bedroom, this time wearing the dark orange diaper shown before.
GUUUUUUURGLE!!!
And so, just like last time, the Marshadow soon realizes he’s gotta make a stinky, prompting him to scrunch up his face and squat as he prepares to push what needs to be pushed.
“Mmmmmmmph!”
PBLAAAAART!!!
A strained grunt is followed by a sizable mound mess dumping into his diaper, causing a large lump to protrude from his pumpkin-themed pampers as they droop down to his knees. But, unlike the previous scene, no stink line is seen trailing from the toddler’s dirty diaper, nor is the sister suddenly woken up by her baby brother’s boom boom, all thanks to another neat aspect of his new diapers.
“Sounds aren’t the only thing our diapers conceal! They do the same for smells as well!” says the narrator. “Stinky loads won’t be stopping this kid from scaring any longer, and the rest of the family won’t be dealing with the foul stench of full diapers either! It’s a win-win for everyone!”
The spooky music starts up once again as the Marshadow moves forward, his saggy diaper swaying and swinging between his legs all the while. The Ghost-type toddler then climbs onto the bed and crawls to his sleeping sister, a peaceful look on the Frillish’s face while she innocently sleeps the morning away, having no idea she’s in for quite a scare.
“BOO!”
“GAH! Huh? What was that?”
The Frillish’s face shifts to a startled expression as she jolts wide awake, frantically looking back and forth in search of the source of the sound. After calming down a few moments later, realizing the source is none other than her baby brother as he stares at her with a silly smile, causing the older Ghost-type to crack a smile as well.
“Hehehe, good mowning, big sis!” the Marshadow laughs before giving his sister a boop on the nose, once again highlighting the silly intentions of his actions.
“Haha, and hello to you too, baby bro! I suppose that’s one way to wake me up, you ghostly little goofball!” the Frillish responds with a laugh of her own.
She then pulls the toddler in for a hug and affectionately nuzzles his cheek, now giving the toddler two reasons to smile, one for his successful scare, and another for the big hug of his big sister.
“Well, I need to get out of bed anyways.” says the Frillish as she lightly pats the little boy on the back, though it’s not long until she feels the big lump bulging from his diaper, a clear sign of the deed done prior to the silly spook. “Oh, and you need a new diaper, little bro!” she says with a laugh, being a lot more playful over such scenarios now that the smell of poopy pampers isn’t prevalent.
“But, that’s not all! There’s still one more feature to show!” says the narrator in an excited tone, clearly looking forward to highlighting the diaper’s final function.
The commercial soon shifts to its last segment, the day having now transitioned to nighttime as the shot focuses on the Frillish traversing through the dimly lit kitchen, clearly craving a late night snack. But, before she opens the fridge, she’s met with a silly surprise from the spooky star of the show.
“BOO!”
The big sister jumps back in surprise at the sudden sight of her baby brother playfully shaking his padded rump, the pale white, ghost-themed diaper between his legs being the only source of brightness amidst the dimly lit surroundings.
“That’s right, our diapers glow in the dark at night! With just a shake of the tush, your Ghost-type tot now has another silly way to scare!” says the narrator.
“What are you doing up this late, bro? Did you climb out of your crib just to give your big sister a spook?” she says.
“Hehehehe!” the Marshadow simply responds with silly laughter as he keeps shaking his brightly lit bottom at his big sister, having far too much fun with this aspect of his diapers.
The Frillish merely sighs and laughs in response, too amused to be upset by her brother’s shenanigans. Although she acknowledges that his affinity for spookiness makes him even more of a handful than the average toddler, at the same time, she finds such antics to be oddly endearing. At the end of the day, the little boy went out of his way, even going so far as staying up way past his bedtime, to pull this goofy prank and give her both a good scare and a good laugh, and so the big sister can’t help but be touched by how much her little brother thinks of her, even if this is a strange and silly way of showing it.
“Haha, alright, you’ve had your fun!” she then lifts him up and rests the tot over her right shoulder. “Up you go, little bro! Let’s get you back to bed!
As the Marshadow is slowly carried back to his bedroom, the bright light from his diaper starts to dim, the lack of swift movement eventually causing it to fully shut off.
GUUUUUUUURGLE!!!
However, as the toddler suddenly feels a familiar pressure in his bowels, he realizes he’s gotta make some poopies before being put back to sleep, a deed he’s very quick to do.
“Mmmph….mmmmph”
Soft grunts are heard as the little Ghost-type tenses up, slightly fidgeting in his sister’s grasp before unabashedly unloading.
PFFFFFFT! FRRRRRRRT!! PBLOOOOOORT!!!
His diaper lights up again as several solids settle into it, causing it to slump down to his feet as it expands in size and becomes quite lumpy in the back, highlighting another silly detail of the glow in the dark function as the Marshadow exhales a dopey sigh of relief.
“Although, shaking isn’t the only type of movement that gets the diaper to glow, if you catch my drift.” the narrator says with a chuckle. “With smell no longer being a factor and sight being less of a factor at night, there’s gotta be some other sign that your spooky little fella just filled their pants, right?”
The Frillish lightly gasps in response, not needing a smell to know what her brother just did in his diaper. She then lowers her hand and lightly pats the back of his padding, the several points of protrusion giving her a good idea of the damage done.
“Made a big one, didn’t you, baby bro?” she says with a chuckle as she turns around and starts walking to the mother’s bedroom, once again making playful remarks knowing she doesn’t have to deal with any of the foul aspects of full diapers. “Well then, let’s see if Mom’s still awake.”
Upon entering the bedroom and hearing not a sound beyond the slow rhythms of soft breaths, the Frillish is quick to confirm that her mother is fast asleep, though this only prompts a silly idea to pop into her head as she steps closer to the bed, a humorous way to defer diaper duty to the adult of the house.
“Hehe, you do the honors, little bro.” the older Ghost-type whispers.
The Marshadow cracks a wide smile in response, knowing exactly what his sister is suggesting.
“BOO!”
“AH! Huh? What now?”
As the Gourgeist quickly hops out of bed, her eyes initially lock onto the brightly lit and heavily loaded diaper sagging between the tot’s legs, all while her son and daughter laugh out loud and stare at her with the silliest of smiles.
“Hahaha, he got you real good, huh, sleepyhead?” the Frillish says with another hearty laugh. “I was getting the munchies for a midnight snack, and this little guy got out of bed just to give me a good scare!”
As the mother Ghost-type continues to orient herself, still feeling groggy from being awoken so abruptly, her daughter suddenly thrusts the tot in front of her face, making it crystal clear why the older child wants her wide awake.
“Anyways, I was about to put him back to bed, and then what do you know? He makes a big mess in his pants! Sooooo, care to be the one to change his diaper?” the Frillish says with a more sheepish smile, well aware her reasons for avoiding diaper duty are rather shaky.
“Hehehe, hi, Mommy!” the Marshadow adds, thoroughly amused by the entirety of this silly situation.
Although the Gourgeist wants to question why both the kids are up well past their bedtime, although she wants to question why her daughter pulled such a silly stunt to get out of changing diapers despite being more than capable of such a task, instead she simply laughs at these surreal circumstances, appreciating the absurdity of the all.
“Well, since you two are still awake, I suppose I can be up for just a bit longer.” says the mother with another chuckle as she takes the diaper-clad kid. “Come on, sweetie. Let’s get you changed so you can get some shut-eye.”
With the end of this silly and wholesome scene, the Marshadow smiles and waves at the camera as he’s carried back to his bedroom. Once the mother and son leave the shot, the commercial closes on the brand name appearing in a black font, followed by the slogan of “Suited for the silliest and spookiest of babies.”
End
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