CSI commercials
Title: CSI commercials
Author: Me
Rated: K- T
Summary: Our CSI's selling products
Disclaimer: I don't own any recognized person or product.
A/N: I was bored so I did this...
Febrezze
"Gil, what's that smell?” Sara Sidle asked, taking a seat in his office.
“ I'm sorry dear. Conrad Ecklie was just in here.” Gil Grissom said, opening his bottom drawer and pulling a can of air spray.
He pointed into the air and held the nozzle with his finger and sprayed into the room. For a moment the horrible smell was gone, but then it returned.
Gil, that's not going to work.” Sara said, waving the air.
"I don't know what else to do.” Grissom said, shrugging his shoulders.
“Try,” Sara said smiling. “Febreeze. “ She pulled a spray bottle from behind her back.
“Hmmm.” Grissom said, taking the bottle.
“Just mist lightly over the furniture and that horrible stench should be taken care of.” She said.
Grissom stood and pointed at the couch.
Squirt squirt squirt
“Mmmmm, I can smell the difference already.” Sara said, smiling.
“Febreeze, gets smells out of fabrics, for good.”
Eggo
“Hey Greg, what are you cooking there?” Jim Brass asked, walking into the break room.
Greg stood straight. “Nothing, just my breakfast.”
POP
Greg Sanders turned and two waffles popped out of the toaster. Before Greg could move, Jim Brass had swooped in and snatched waffles up.
“Thanks Sanders.” Brass said, walking away.
Greg narrowed his eyes at the older man and stuck his leg out. Brass lost is balance and fell over Greg's leg.
“Whats the big deal?” Brass asked.
“Lego my eggo.” Greg said, pouring syrup over his waffles.
Virizon Wireless
“Catherine, we're never going to find our way back.” Nick Stokes said.
They had been called out a crime scene that was out of their jurisdiction; but since the town had no crime unit, they had decided to help. On the way back, they had gotten lost. Now Catherine Willows sat at the same crossroads that they had stopped at three times before.
“My cell phone has not service out here.” Warrick Brown said, snapping his phone closed.
“Same here.” Nick said.
“Mine works fine.” Catherine said.
Both men turned to her, shocked.
“Catherine, I have at&t, how could your's be better?” Nick asked.
“And I have Sprint.” Warrick added.
Catherine looked at both men and pointed behind them.
“I have Verizon wireless, I have a network that is with me 24/7.” She said.
Behind them, a geeky man with glasses honked and waved.
“Verizon wireless, join in.” Catherine said.
Klondike bar
“Hey, Sara?” Nick Stokes said, walking into the locker room.
“Yeah.” Sara Sidle answered.
“What would do for a Klondike bar?” He asked, pulling out a Klondike bar.
Sara stood puzzled for a moment. “I don't know.” She said.
“Would you kiss Conrad Ecklie for a Klondike Bar?” He asked, grinning at the camera.
“Don't push it.” Sara said, slamming her locker and grabbing the Klondike bar.
“What would you do for a Klondike bar?” Hodges sang from the hall.
Little Debbie
“Griss looks kinda sad today.” Cathrine observed.
Indeed Gil Grissom did look sad, he sat at the head of the table with his lip poked out.
“Well, it's lunch time. Maybe he'll perk up.” Nick said.
The team went to the refrigerator one by one and pulled out their lunches.
The team watched as Grissom pulled out a brown paper sack and dumped on the table. Suddenly, he smiled.
“What's he so happy about now?” Nick asked.
Sara Sidle walked into the room and patted Grissom on the back.
“I put a Little Debbie in his lunch.” She said, smiling.
Grissom smiled and held up his oatmeal pie. “Little Debbie, unwrap a smile.”
Windex
“What are you laughing at Warrick?” Al Robbins asked.
The two men were standing in front of the DNA lab. Warrick was laughing uncontrollably at something. Suddenly Jim Brass approached, looked at the glass door and shook his head. He disappeared, then returned a few minutes later with a bottle of Windex, he sprayed the door and wiped it clean and left.
“I don't get it.” The Doc said.
“Just wait.” Warrick said, giggling.
Just then Hodges jumped up from off the floor and ran towards the two men, he slammed himself face-first into the glass door and slid down, collapsing on the floor.
“Windex, now that really shines.” Jim Brass called from down the hall.
Purina one
“Wow, your dog sure does have a lot of energy.” Warrick Brown said.
He had accompanied Gil Grissom and Sara Sidle to the local park to play with their dog, a beautiful Boxer.
“Yep, he's a handful.” Gil Grissom said, whistling for the dog.
“He has a beautiful coat.” Warrick said as the dog approached. He knelt down and gave the dog a pat.
“Thanks, we try to keep him healthy.” Sara said, rubbing the dogs head.
“What do you feed him?” Warrick asked.
“Well, we feed him Purina One.” Grissom said, kneeling beside the dog.
“Yes,” Sara said, nodding. “It gives him healthy muscles, good teeth and helps with his vision.”
“Not only that, he loves it.” Grissom said
Grissom and Sara looked at the Camera and smiled. “We only feed our dog, Purina One dog chow.” They said.
Author: Me
Rated: K- T
Summary: Our CSI's selling products
Disclaimer: I don't own any recognized person or product.
A/N: I was bored so I did this...
Febrezze
"Gil, what's that smell?” Sara Sidle asked, taking a seat in his office.
“ I'm sorry dear. Conrad Ecklie was just in here.” Gil Grissom said, opening his bottom drawer and pulling a can of air spray.
He pointed into the air and held the nozzle with his finger and sprayed into the room. For a moment the horrible smell was gone, but then it returned.
Gil, that's not going to work.” Sara said, waving the air.
"I don't know what else to do.” Grissom said, shrugging his shoulders.
“Try,” Sara said smiling. “Febreeze. “ She pulled a spray bottle from behind her back.
“Hmmm.” Grissom said, taking the bottle.
“Just mist lightly over the furniture and that horrible stench should be taken care of.” She said.
Grissom stood and pointed at the couch.
Squirt squirt squirt
“Mmmmm, I can smell the difference already.” Sara said, smiling.
“Febreeze, gets smells out of fabrics, for good.”
Eggo
“Hey Greg, what are you cooking there?” Jim Brass asked, walking into the break room.
Greg stood straight. “Nothing, just my breakfast.”
POP
Greg Sanders turned and two waffles popped out of the toaster. Before Greg could move, Jim Brass had swooped in and snatched waffles up.
“Thanks Sanders.” Brass said, walking away.
Greg narrowed his eyes at the older man and stuck his leg out. Brass lost is balance and fell over Greg's leg.
“Whats the big deal?” Brass asked.
“Lego my eggo.” Greg said, pouring syrup over his waffles.
Virizon Wireless
“Catherine, we're never going to find our way back.” Nick Stokes said.
They had been called out a crime scene that was out of their jurisdiction; but since the town had no crime unit, they had decided to help. On the way back, they had gotten lost. Now Catherine Willows sat at the same crossroads that they had stopped at three times before.
“My cell phone has not service out here.” Warrick Brown said, snapping his phone closed.
“Same here.” Nick said.
“Mine works fine.” Catherine said.
Both men turned to her, shocked.
“Catherine, I have at&t, how could your's be better?” Nick asked.
“And I have Sprint.” Warrick added.
Catherine looked at both men and pointed behind them.
“I have Verizon wireless, I have a network that is with me 24/7.” She said.
Behind them, a geeky man with glasses honked and waved.
“Verizon wireless, join in.” Catherine said.
Klondike bar
“Hey, Sara?” Nick Stokes said, walking into the locker room.
“Yeah.” Sara Sidle answered.
“What would do for a Klondike bar?” He asked, pulling out a Klondike bar.
Sara stood puzzled for a moment. “I don't know.” She said.
“Would you kiss Conrad Ecklie for a Klondike Bar?” He asked, grinning at the camera.
“Don't push it.” Sara said, slamming her locker and grabbing the Klondike bar.
“What would you do for a Klondike bar?” Hodges sang from the hall.
Little Debbie
“Griss looks kinda sad today.” Cathrine observed.
Indeed Gil Grissom did look sad, he sat at the head of the table with his lip poked out.
“Well, it's lunch time. Maybe he'll perk up.” Nick said.
The team went to the refrigerator one by one and pulled out their lunches.
The team watched as Grissom pulled out a brown paper sack and dumped on the table. Suddenly, he smiled.
“What's he so happy about now?” Nick asked.
Sara Sidle walked into the room and patted Grissom on the back.
“I put a Little Debbie in his lunch.” She said, smiling.
Grissom smiled and held up his oatmeal pie. “Little Debbie, unwrap a smile.”
Windex
“What are you laughing at Warrick?” Al Robbins asked.
The two men were standing in front of the DNA lab. Warrick was laughing uncontrollably at something. Suddenly Jim Brass approached, looked at the glass door and shook his head. He disappeared, then returned a few minutes later with a bottle of Windex, he sprayed the door and wiped it clean and left.
“I don't get it.” The Doc said.
“Just wait.” Warrick said, giggling.
Just then Hodges jumped up from off the floor and ran towards the two men, he slammed himself face-first into the glass door and slid down, collapsing on the floor.
“Windex, now that really shines.” Jim Brass called from down the hall.
Purina one
“Wow, your dog sure does have a lot of energy.” Warrick Brown said.
He had accompanied Gil Grissom and Sara Sidle to the local park to play with their dog, a beautiful Boxer.
“Yep, he's a handful.” Gil Grissom said, whistling for the dog.
“He has a beautiful coat.” Warrick said as the dog approached. He knelt down and gave the dog a pat.
“Thanks, we try to keep him healthy.” Sara said, rubbing the dogs head.
“What do you feed him?” Warrick asked.
“Well, we feed him Purina One.” Grissom said, kneeling beside the dog.
“Yes,” Sara said, nodding. “It gives him healthy muscles, good teeth and helps with his vision.”
“Not only that, he loves it.” Grissom said
Grissom and Sara looked at the Camera and smiled. “We only feed our dog, Purina One dog chow.” They said.