A hip-looking teen watches an elderly woman hobble across the street on a walker.
"Grammy's here!" he shouts.
He puts some MacAttack Mac &Cheese in the microwave and dons headphones and takes out a video game so he won't be bored during the forty seconds it takes his lunch to cook. A truck comes around the corner and hits Grammy, sending her flying over the roof into the backyard, where luckily she lands on a trampoline. Unluckily, she bounces back over the roof, into the front yard, landing in a rosebush.
"Timmy," Grammy says feebly. "Call 911."
Just then the bell on the microwave dings.
We see from the look on his face that Timmy is conflicted.
"Timmy dear," Grammy says. "For God's sake. It's me. Your Grammy, dear."
Timmy comes to his senses, takes his MacAttack Mac &Cheese from the microwave, and sits languorously eating it while listening to his headphones while playing his video game.
"Sometimes you just gotta have your MacAttack," the voiceover says.
Grammy scowls in the bush. We see that she is a grouchy old unhip hag who probably wouldn't have even been cool enough to let Timmy have his MacAttack, but would likely have forced him to eat some unhip old-person gruel or fruit.
Then fortunately Grammy's head drops back, and she is dead.