High above the clouds, lies Mt. Middlemost,
a mountain bustling with fun attractions
and people.
[dinging]
Morning, Angus.
Parker, you haven't opened that yet.
Boxes are meant to be unboxed.
You get a box, you unbox the box.
It's how it works.
But no one has ever sent me a package before.
What if I never get one again?
Okay, but don't wait too long.
Alright? What's inside the box is what matters most.
Thanks, Angus.
Come on, box. Time for some fun.
You can't catch me! You can't catch me!
[giggling]
[slurping]
[giggling]
[laughing]
[singing]
Marco! Marco! Marco!
[grunting]
Good night, box. I love you.
[dinging]
Whee!
Did you know, Mount Middlemost is the highest mountain
in the whole wide world?
Ah! No! Oh! Let me go! Please!
Okay.
Help!
Okay.
Helping's kind of my jam.
Now, where were we? [screaming]
Oh, yeah, the tour.
This is the Middlemost Post!
I bet you're wondering
how come our post office is a ship!
And how did a ship get stuck way up here?!
[screaming]
Let's ask the captain.
No! Uh.
[screaming]
That's Angus. He's the captain,
but also my boss and best friend.
One night he was sailing and a mean old storm came
and whipped him up and shipwrecked him
on top of the mountain. Angus, tell him the story.
Ya just did, Parker.
Please, mister, help me.
I've been cloud napped.
I'm afraid helping is "Parker's jam".
[dinging]
There's plenty to do in each of the six
colorful neighborhoods that make up Mount Middlemost.
Number five, the Orangefield County Fair.
Give your brain the jiggle it needs
on the tiny twisting tilt-a-whirl,
Orangefields most popular ride.
[giggling]
[mumbling]
Yeah-heh-heh-heh!
[laughing]
Whoo-hoo!
Whoo! [grunting]
Lunch not included.
[dinging]
You have to hug me.
Ah, that's not that bad.
For 30 whole seconds.
Challenge accepted.
Bring it in, buddy.
- Time so far. - Two seconds.
Oh, it's no problem.
- Time again. - Four seconds.
Hah, hah, hah.
- Everything okay? - Ah, yeah, sure, sure.
Just that, you know, time seems to be going
kind of slow now. [chuckles]
29 seconds to go.
Wait. What? 29? But--
Shh. You got this.
You're right. I can do this.
Yep. I'm okay.
I'm... okay.
[barking]
Ten seconds left!
I can't hug... much longer.
[screaming]
Y-you have to let go!
I can't! Must complete challenge!
[sighing]
I challenge you to... no more challenges.
Challenge accepted.
[dinging]
Hello, I'm Lily.
And here at the Somewhere Store,
we're bound to have something that someone wants.
Like this meatloaf pencil sharpener,
electric watering can,
and for the young folks, a real rocket pop.
Cool.
At the Somewhere Store, customer satisfaction
is number one.
Let me help you with that, sir.
[bumping]
Now.
Uh.
So, don't delay.
Come on down to the Somewhere Store
today or tomorrow or the day after or next Friday
or Monday... or Tuesday
or Wednesday... or Thursday
or Friday or Saturday or Sunday
or, you know, whenever you're available
because I'm here.
[naying]
I'm usually here.
[dinging]
You gotta meet Russell. She's a walrus.
[grunting]
Ah! She's gonna eat me!
Ha! Good one Russell!
Russel works for the post office, too.
She's part delivery truck, part pet and all best buddy.
Peep her magic tum-tum.
No, thanks.
[screaming]
Uh! Ah! Oh! Ow!
Oof!
We store all the mail and all the packages
inside Russell's stomach! Don't mind the smell.
It's the sardines and a few dirty, uh, undies
I can't seem to find.
[grumbling]
What's happening?
Have you ever surfed a burp before?
Well, you're about to. Ready for launch, Russell.
[grumbling]
[burping]
[crying]
Delivery me home, cloud... now!
Okay.
[dinging]
[squeaking]
It's time to bring the mail!
[squeaking]
Who wants a package?! And free t-shirts?
Thanks, Parker.
Hey, no problem, Reggie. Say hello to your mom for me.
[everyone] We will, Parker.
That gives me the chicken skin each and every time.
[clucking]
[dinging]
Do you often feel
like you're just floating through life?
Have you sometimes found yourself
way too happy for a situation?
Are you putting too many toppings
on your toast to fill an empty void?
[thundering]
Do you often find yourself with a flood of emotions...
that caused an actual flood?
If this sounds like you, don't worry,
there's nothing wrong.
You just might be a cloud.
And everyone knows... clouds are cool.
The clouds in this commercial are paid clouds
provided by the Parker Cloud Acting Agency.
Under no circumstances should one be a cloud
unless given the prerequisites: is already a cloud.
Side effects include: nausea, diarrhea, headaches, crying,
lightning emitting from face, shapeshifting, wet socks,
an uncontrollable need to move slowly in the sky,
rainbow unitards, befriending mailmen and walruses,
that thing where you can never get comfortable
when you try to sleep and you spend the next couple
of hours thinking about every embarrassing thing
you've ever done and it's awful since you're still going to
wake up super early, mood swings.
This ad was paid for by the Parker J. Cloud Foundation
in coordinance of the tourism board
of Mt. Middlemost.
[dinging]
[chattering]
What is this?
Why are they gathering about?
Is this an uprising, Ryan?
No, mayor, look. It's the Middlemost--
It's that stupid ship!
It's falling from the mountain! Finally we'll be free
from that wretched-- [grumbling]
Abandon ship!
The crew of the Middlemost Post does not abandon ship.
Is it because women and children go first
and you're neither of those two?
No. All we have to do
is get the old girl balanced out which means--
Me, Russell and this bathtub should go to the other side.
[meowing]
On it!
No, no, no, no, no, no.
I take it back! Abandon ship!
[screaming]
Guess we need a little more on the other side.
[screaming]
Yes! Yes! The sun!
No! Yes!
I hate that ship so much, Ryan.
I know you do, sir. I know.
[dinging]
[squeaking]
Hmm.
[grunting]
Nice.
[whistle blowing]
You catch the game last night?
Nah, I was pretty tuckered out.
[dolphin clicking]
[laughing]
Good one, Russell.
Well, what do you think of our new friend?
[giggling] He's perfect.
Not bad. Not bad at all.
He needs a name. Names are important.
Names define character.
Bu-r-r-rt.
Burt! I like it.
Come on, Burt. I'll show ya around.
Oh.
I'll get the blowtorch.
I'll get the glue.
[dinging]
Also, at number one,
located in the City of Somewhere,
the Middlemost Toast.
You name it and Ms. Pam will put it on toast.
Trust me, it'll make sense when you get there.
[gasping]
[grunting]
Check please.
So pack your bags and come on down
to Mt. Middlemost,
the place that has something for everyone.
- Uh. - Hi.
- Not these guys again. - I'm Reggie.