While the sounds of xylophones build up in the background, the commercial lays the foundation with its first scene as a Tinkaton’s presence creates quite the wholesome sight. Yellow shirts and skirts make her nothing short of adorable, plain white pampers provide this cutie such crinkly comforts, and beautiful bright yellow bows on both strands of her hair bring more of the bedazzlement little Fairy-types like herself are so fond of. Any of such things make for gleeful little girls, but what gives this tot all the reason to be all smiles are pursuits more associated with her second type. Sure, her first type may be Fairy, and she certainly won’t deny dollies and dress-up are super fun, but her favorite, favorite form of play is tied to her Steel typing.
“Hehehehe!”
Stack…Stack…Stack…
Proving that even the tiniest hands can take part in the sublime sphere of craft, that even babies can make single scattered blocks into cohesive creations, giddy giggles supplement playful music as the shot shows the Tinkaton tinkering with her toys and building a big block castle. After all, why wouldn’t the toddler whose type pertains to such conduits of construction love constructing in her tons of spare time? Why wouldn’t the diaper-clad kid defined by this malleable metal be making something out of the blocks that can bring about so many super cool structures?
“Be it blocks, Legos, anything that requires craft, those little Steel-types sure love to create!” says a familiar voice affirming said sentiments.
The Tinkaton’s castle gets taller and taller, now towering to a tremendous two feet! The baby girl’s buildings get bigger and bigger, and still there are so many blocks to spare!
“Heheheh….ngggh…”
Although, something just as big is also building from all the way down below. Now needing to start a more pressing project, spare blocks in her hands suddenly drop to the floor, and those who’ve already put the pieces together know that’s not the only thing she’s gonna drop.
“Mmm…mmmph…”
Looking down at the diaper between her legs, balling her open hands into closed fists, the little girl quickly gives the uninformed her poopy brown blueprint as wide smiles shift to faces stiff as steel. Now bending her knees and sticking out her bottom, the part of the body doing the body of the work, rather than making something out of blocks or Legos, the two year old is set on making something out of breakfast and lunch.
“Mmmmmmph….”
PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!
The kid commencing her craft with pushes and grunts, cereal’s carbs and fiber’s fruits give her a solid foundation as lots of little logs give her diaper a lumpy look and sufficient sag.
SLUMP!
Good job! She’s already making great progress on her pamper packing project! But, while breakfast has given her a good base, like the base of her big block castle, more sizable structures are needed to let that do its heavy lifting.
“Mmmmmmmph!”
DUMP!
“Hnnnnnng!”
DUMP!
“Grrrrrrmmmph!!”
SLUUUUUUUMP!!!
Ensuring neither the sugars of jellies, the proteins of peanut butter, nor the grains of toasted bread go to waste, sandwiches savored at lunch complete her stinky project as she dumps larger mounds into her diaper, causing it to slump onto the carpeted floor and flaunt all its fullness.
“Aaaaah…..”
Exhaling a well deserved sigh of relief after all that effort, the Tinkaton cracks a wide and dopey smile, feeling quite accomplished about her hefty and dumpy handiwork, feeling so proud to now have two projects to her credit. Well aware that there’s still more work to be done, however, that there’s still a castle to be completed, the Steel-type tot swiftly picks up her blocks, totally unbothered by that second big structure around her bottom as she gets back to building.
But, while the kid is nothing but content, while the persistence of playful music suggests all is still swell,…peeyew…..a vulgar visual’s not gonna sugarcoat it. Contrasting her cute and brightly colored clothes is the dirtiness of darkest browns as a thick stink line filthily manifests from her heavily dumped diaper, the most pungent reminder that this adorable little girl just dropped the Gigaton Hammer of loads. Scenes so pure and sweet are now obscured by overwhelming sights of stink. Smells few in the audience would even dare to imagine definitely don’t bring to mind sugar, spice, or anything nice, and so too will sounds show this toddler’s dirty diaper isn’t the only problem around.
“Although, when it comes to those little architects, their love of building can also build some barriers.” says the speaker setting the stage for both present and future unpleasantries.
The next shot cements this shift in sentiment as its focus flips from the Tinkaton’s smiles to the scrunched face of a Magearna who must stop washing the dishes to endure smells that are almost novel in how noxious they are. Oof….and although she knows not to disrupt her daughter’s play despite her dire need of a diaper change, simultaneously that smell is too strong not to do something about.
“Sweetie pie? Did you go poopy?” the metallic mother gently asks as she makes her way to the living room.
The Stinkaton is too caught up in creating castles to confirm she crowded her crinkly garment, but sights of such profusely pooped pampers quickly let the caretaker confirm her little Steel-type certainly isn’t stainless, that this diaper definitely doesn’t warrant waiting over.
“Sweetheart. Mommy’s gotta change your diaper.” she says in a sweet sing-song voice.
So often would the tot take note of tones so sweet, and so rarely would this kind little kid get mad at mommy. But, when mommy has the nerve to insist a project she’s committed to must remain incomplete? When this adult has the audacity to ask she abandon her blocks just because she did what’s she always done in her diapers? No, no, no! Absolutely not! To stop a Steel-type in the middle of making is nothing but blasphemy, and you bet this baby builder isn’t ignorant of that.
“Nuh-uh!” the toddler says as she turns around and stares at the motherly Mythical with a pouty cross of her arms, prompting playful music to abruptly pause.
Although Fairy is her first type, the diaper clad kid now acts more like a dragon guarding her treasure, and try as the Magearna might, this toddler won’t be tamed so easily.
“Sweetie, I promise it’ll be quick! You’ll be back with your blocks in a little bit, okay?”
In spite of such rational appeals to reason, the Tinkaton doesn’t see a reason why she can’t get her diaper changed until her castle is done. After all, she made her massive mess merely a minute ago, and so why must this parent be so impatient? Scenes now escalate by the second, and rather than the mother made of gears, it’s the little girl who finds these moments to be really grinding her gears.
“Nooooo! Go away, Mama!” she whines as she stubbornly stomps her foot.
With the Tinkaton on the brink of losing her temper, with the Magearna silently wondering if she must shift gears and raise her voice while stinky smells only get stronger, block castles aren’t the only thing that’s building up. Fortunately, before this commercial can completely collapse, the speaker craftily forges a chance for clarity.
“You may not realize it at first, but it’s those basic diapers that are to blame for building this roadblock. Why? Because they don’t build on the fact your little one loves to build and create, of course!”
Right on cue, playful music makes its comeback as a steel gray pack appears between mother and child, though its contents are quite unconventional. Rather than diapers being on display, an array of attachable objects are seen instead, and while many may not parse why this pack is full of parts, the speaker’s here to ensure it all comes together.
“Now here’s what we have in store! Introducing Baby Builders, diapers your baby can build!”
So bewildered by the box of buildable bits in front of her, so amazed by the bigger abundance of nooks and crannies she can craft with, the Tinkaton’s temper is swiftly assuaged as she smiles and opens the pack just as swiftly.
RIP! RIP! RIP!
Smiling right back at her, more than willing to further endure foul smells so long as her little one’s satisfied, the Magearna then picks up some of those parts and gladly gives them to the girl. Poofy pants aren’t any less packed, nor are its odors any less pungent, but with full diapers forging fun moments between mother and daughter, scenes are nothing but pristine in all their pure and wholesome charm.
“No longer will diaper changes make your Steel-type feel like their projects are put on pause. With Baby Builders, they’re simply moving from one project to the next!” the speaker says before more creation commences.
A certain transition makes that building process a blur as nuts and bolts fill the screen, and with the next shot, metallic masterpieces are moments from fruition.
CLINK!…CLINK!…CLINK!
Tada! Padding made purely from spare parts! A steel gray diaper made solely from scrap metal!
“Yay! Yay! Yay!”
So pleased to be in the presence of a project that’s not partially built, so happy to see the fruits of her labor in whole and finished form, scenes once fractured with friction are wholesome once again. Wide smiles further suit the satisfying sights and sounds on screen, cheerful applause complements the kid’s cheers, and as a mother’s kiss on her cheek compliments all her hard work, so too can she now do the hard work her daughter has set out for her.
“Hehehehe!”
With the tinkering toddler feeling fulfilled, she can finally say farewell to her thoroughly filled diaper without a fuss. So eager to try her finished creation first hand, she even saves mommy the time of taking her to the changing table as she obediently lays on her back. The bunches of nuts and bolts from before then connect one scene to the next as expedited disposal sets up the stainless Steel-type now sporting her padded project, and while the diaper she dons isn’t full, you bet she’s donning those diapers full of pride!
SHAKE! SHAKE! SHAKE!
Not even the still incomplete castle stifles her spirit or glee, ‘cause she’ll shake her self produced pampers for all to see! Why shouldn’t she be boasting her scrap metal bottoms when she’s got ownership of what’s around her waist? And so, with this program having strong and sturdy structure around its selling point, the shot is content to stay on the kid smiling, shaking, and dancing in her designed diaper as the slogan adds the final touches in steel gray font.
“Baby Builders. A delightful project in every diaper!”
The brand name appears at the top, the slogan at the bottom, and the Tinkaton’s still shaking her bottom as the fading screens signal the commercial’s close, showing just how much such Steel-types deem do it yourself diapers delightful.
End
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