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FEMALE NARRATOR: [MUSIC] Laundry is not new.
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Your mother, your grandmother, her mother,
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they all did the laundry.
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Maybe even a man or 2.
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And although a lot has changed, the machines,
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the detergents, the clothes themselves, 1 thing has not.
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The bleach most trusted to keep white's pure white is still Clorox bleach.
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MALE NARRATOR: When you use the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser
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instead of an all purpose spray for your everyday cleaning.
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You'll power through 3 times the grime.
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WOMAN SINGING: Mr. Clean, Mr. Clean.
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MALE NARRATOR: And 3 times the sticky mess.
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And 3 times the grease per swipe.
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And who knows that just might give you triple the time to relax.
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Like say a whole 3 or 4 seconds,
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why reach for a spray?
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Erase it away with the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser.
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SON: Hey, Mom.
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MOM: What are you doing? What is that? What is this?
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DAD: It's a special paste I invented to replace socks.
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We're dipping our feet in it.
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MOM: Why?
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DAD: Because we can't find socks that shape to our feet. We're sick of it.
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SON: Sick of it.
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MOM: That's really stupid.
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DAD: That's the future.
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MALE NARRATOR 2: Hanes makes better fitting socks the whole family will love.
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Guaranteed or your money back.
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MAN: How to clean a kitchen floor.
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You see a stain.
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You don't wait for your wife to clean it up.
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She works just as many hours as you do.
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She needs time to do whatever she does.
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It's a stinking partnership.
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You press the button.
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Do this bingo, bango.
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It's clean.
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Man up.
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You don't know how to clean.
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WOMAN 1: But I thought you were the queen of the pre-treat soak treat soak.
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WOMAN 2: Those are fond memories,
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but those things are amazing.
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Once I saw what they did,
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I actually started to relax.
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Don't touch my things.
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Those little guys clean,
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brighten, and fight stains.
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Now I can focus on more pressing matters.
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WOMAN 1: Like your containers.
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WOMAN 2: Isn't it beautiful?
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WOMAN 1: Your sweet peppers aren't next to your hot peppers.
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FEMALE NARRATOR 2: That's my tide. What's yours?