When I first saw this commercial I was tempted to check my turkey for LSD.
There’s a scary road and a cute, big-eyed, purple furred woodland creature is attempting to cross it. But on the road is littered with roadkill. They raise their adorable big-eyed heads as far as their former cute, now squashed carcasses allow them to and try to warn purple fuzzy woodland creature.
Oh no! They cry, pointing out the tire tracks where their viscera should be, don’t do it! You’d think that a bunch of tire-tracked road kill would be a good enough warning but no-- cute woodland creature tries to cross the road. Of course a big gigantic car comes bearing down on him.
But Michelin man is there to save the day! He tosses tires at the car and the car puts on the tires just in time to come to a screeching halt mere inches from the cowering cute woodland creature.
And then-- the worst part-- the roadkilled, also cute except for their tire-tracked and deflated middles, peel themselves off the roadway and start dancing a cute little woodland creature/zombie roadkill dance.
Can there be a commercial creepier than that?