A man in a chicken suit. He takes a puff. He thinks about stuff. The music starts.
A superhero in a shopping cart. An image that resembles art.
A woman with headphones. A butcher takes knives to some bones.
A man fills his pockets with booty. Another works security.
The chicken man enters the store. The checkout girl is in a state of bore.
There is dancing. Dancing at the supermarket.
Are you lost in the supermarket? You are in the wrong song.
She scans all the items full of cancers. An aisle full of dancers.
The songstress listens to herself sing. The two flirters continue their fling.
Coupons for a recovering economy. Picking up the foodstuffs of the industrial gastronomy.
A gun makes an appearance. The security guard offers little resistance.
A little kid takes a shot. He hits the attacker at the right spot.
The dancing continues. Dancing at the supermarket.
One aisle is riddled with crime. Another bristles with life all the time.
A cart downs the crook. The cashier offers a look.
Dance. Freeze, put up your hands!
Who is the chicken now? Oh, wow!
The dancers dance. The girl gives the crooks a glance.
We watch Sarah Ferri. She buys corn flakes, but not a cherry.