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[Interior, day, portly MAN, in his small, paper baker's cap, leaving the house, his mundane routine.]
BAKER: Time to make the donuts. [slams door]
NARRATOR: Product Donuts are always fresh.
[Door slam noise as scene switches to dusk or dawn interior of the same door opening and him coming in, tired and relieved. Music in background.]
BAKER: I made the donuts.
[Another dusk or dawn, the MAN entering again, more zombie-like this time.]
NARRATOR: We make them at least twice every day.
BAKER: I have to make the donuts.
[Same interior, but a drenching rainstorm is going on, the MAN entering. (Note: his raincoat, hat, and umbrella are on the coatrack inside in every shot, including this one.)]
NARRATOR: Not a few kinds like supermarket ones--
BAKER: Time to make the donuts--
NARRATOR: But up to 52 varieties.
[This time, the MAN's entering from a vicious snowstorm.]
[During off-screen voices and noises, a bright interior shot of trays and trays of donuts of all types and varieties in a shop case.]
BAKER: [off screen] The donuts.
[Sound: Door opens and slams.]
BAKER: [off screen] Time to make the donuts.
[Sound: Door opens and slams.]
[Donut shop case display, with a box of Product Donuts sitting at an angle on top of some trays. White text superimposed toward the lower right side of the screen says, "It's worth the trip."]
BAKER: [off screen] I made the donuts.
NARRATOR: All this work is tougher on us but better for you.
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