Toffifees might be tasty (clue: they're not though) but "tasty" =/= "fun".
And YY to Chicken Madras woman. An ad break that includes her, the Haribo baby-voiced adults and any breathy slowed-down cover version of a musical standard makes me check my pulse, because otherwise it would appear I've died and gone to Hell.
(Although it does amuse me to think of the conversation between Chicken Madras actress and her agent. "We've got a job for you." "Cool! What it is?" "Well...")