FADE UP ON:
CLUTTERED BACK ALLEY to find a Hell's Angels-type gang of pediatric punks wearing biker boots, caps, jeans, and rivet-studded leather jackets. Acid rap blares from a massive boom-box. (Budget permitting, several gang members rumble in on their Harley hogs.)

All told, this may be the most surly and indolent bunch of louts ever assembled in one location. And they are obviously up to absolutely no good, whatsoever.

CAMERA PANS OVER TO
a corner of the alley where we find our (PRODUCT, BRAND, OR SALES MANAGER) watching the action. He/she turns to the camera.

MUSIC: PRELUDE TO A RUMBLE

ON CAMERA HOST:
Ladies and gentlemen I submit for your consideration, the gang. But you won't find this sorry bunch of predatory punks singing and dancing in a revival of West Side Story. Or, starring in a TV documentary on the underprivileged.

CUT BACK TO THE GANG
as we see...