A waiter pours a bottle of Mirinda. Narration: “You are about to experience something remarkable - the taste of Mirinda.” A man drinks. Trees shaking, thousands of oranges fall off a waterfall into the water below with a woman wading in it, drinking a bottle. More oranges fall down stairs as children drink. Oranges fall off roofs. More fall all around the first man and his new female companion, toasting their Mirinda as a sea of oranges surround them and the horn players, playing jubilant music. “It tastes like an orange avalanche.”