80's Commercials Disc 47 DVD

Soar above the clouds with the wings of man, where every cabin gleams and every flight feels like an event worth dressing up for. A crisp uniformed crew salutes the jet age with style, polished hats and white gloves selling the glamour of going somewhere.

Catch a sun-drenched breeze on a candy-striped sail, the breezy freedom of summer afternoons captured in one perfect glide.

Eyewitness News Tonight checks in from the Windy City with that warm anchor smile and a skyline glowing through the studio window.

The mischievous little monkey drifts down by parachute under a yellow umbrella, bringing storybook charm into the living room.

Lee Majors squints through the windshield with a fresh-faced costar riding shotgun, promising stunts and grins on Wednesday night. A daredevil silhouette launches into the trees, action-hour adventure tearing across the screen for ABC's stuntman favorite.

Plump dark raisins crown butter-glossed toast, a wholesome breakfast image that practically smells like cinnamon and warm bread. Golden waffles dotted with juicy raisins steam beside a pat of melting butter, the kind of morning treat moms baked with pride.

Schoolkids hunch over their desks dreaming of lunch, and the bell rings on bowls of steaming red-can comfort. A sweater-vested classmate hoists a thermos like a trophy as cafeteria pals clamor for the soup that's mmm mmm good. Tiny spoons clink against bowls in a bright cafeteria, lunch period made cozy by a warm helping of red and white tradition.

Spread the colorful map across the den floor, gather the troops and prepare for an evening of armchair world domination.

A blur of bumper and tire kicks up dust on the open road, the spunky little 4x4 burning up backwoods trails. Big knobby tires bound through snowy woods, freedom on four wheels for weekend warriors with adventure on the brain.

Confident close-ups of an everyday guy reaching for the red can, locker-room cool packaged in a familiar aerosol blast. Smooth talker meets dependable deodorant, the everyman charmer who knows a quick spritz keeps the day in his corner. Office charm and coffee-break flirtation, a confident pitch for the spray that's been keeping America cool since the bell-bottom days.

Dad and the kids gather around the home computer for some living-room high scores, family bonding by the warm glow of a CRT.

Wide-eyed shoppers crowd the toy aisle clutching adoption papers, capturing the cuddly craze that emptied store shelves nationwide. Two kids beam over their soft yarn-haired pals, the holiday-season must-have that turned every kid into a brand-new parent.

Striped swimsuit, golden tan, summer giggle, the iconic suntan brand bottling up August on the boardwalk.

Wednesday nights belong to ABC's stuntman with a heart, riding shotgun through another Hollywood adventure at 8/7 central.

A young woman sips lemony refreshment in a sun-flooded garden, the sugar-free sip that became the powdered drink of the decade.

Crispy bag torn open with a smile, betcha can't eat just one of those salty golden curls fresh from the iconic yellow pack.

A polished red beauty cruises through wide American roads, two passengers smiling like they own the highway and the day.

Two heavyweight candy-bar champs stretched across the screen, the chewy peanut classic and crunchy peanut-butter favorite side by side.

A neighborhood block party bursts with denim and sneakers as the Pepsi generation toasts another sun-warmed afternoon together. Cans glitter in red, white and blue confetti, the choice of a new generation lighting up screens with patriotic pop fizz.

The steamy R-rated romance shimmies onto the marquee, big-screen heat for grown-up date nights at the local cinema.

A lone rower carves the lake at sunset, mountain stream purity poured into every cold longneck of the Northwest's pride.

A fresh-shaven guy reaches for the dependable stick, locker-room confidence wrapped in white plastic and that signature scent.

Tropical waves crash and white sands stretch as the sugarless chew promises four out of five dentists' approval.

Crowded counter, smiling crew, tray after tray of golden fries handed across to grateful families during the dinner rush.

The legendary tiger leaps through the air with feline fury, putting a tank full of growl into every Sunday drive.

Charlie Chaplin's Little Tramp tips his bowler in tribute to the boxy beige PC that ushered the office into the future.

Bulging black sack tested by everyday garbage chaos, the brawny green-print bag that wouldn't tear no matter what dad tossed in.

Owner-survey results scroll across the road as a sedan glides past, manufacturers boasting that quality-built stamp of approval.

Fiery explosion bumper for the jaw-dropping reality show where stunts and human oddities lit up Monday night television.

Rams take on Falcons under the stadium lights, ABC's gridiron juggernaut bringing pads and pageantry to prime time.

The Chicago deep-dish institution beckons hungry crowds inside, brick-walled charm and bubbling cheese pies waiting at every booth.

Distinguished gentleman steers his Swedish-built sedan with quiet confidence, the boxy badge of safety and longevity going strong.

Pacific Coast Highway hugs the cliffs as turquoise surf rolls below, the Golden State painting itself onto every dream itinerary.

Where's the beef? The hairy little burger swap-out gag that became a national catchphrase faster than you could order a Single.

Crisp white sails billow over Caribbean blue, vacation-brochure escape promising a yacht life within reach for the well-tanned set.

Bone-white sports car rockets along a coastal cliff, the legendary American speed machine reborn for a new decade of dreamers.

A bright-eyed mom snaps a fresh memory and shakes the photo to life, instant nostalgia delivered straight from the camera bag.

A scratch-and-win game card glints under the pump-island lights, fueling up with a chance to score during the season's giveaway.

The fierce cat emblem prowls onto the screen, Lincoln-Mercury showrooms purring with another sleek member of the prowling lineup.

The silver three-pointed star glides up the driveway with stately grace, German engineering announcing arrival without a single word. Sleek lines and chrome accents catch the morning light, luxurious German motoring for the executives who had finally arrived.

Pardon me, would you have any Grey Poupon? The legendary gentlemanly mustard exchange between two gleaming limousines. The little jar of fancy Dijon passed across through cracked windows, the punchline that made suburban dinners feel positively continental.

The whole gang gathers in a workshop kitchen mid-project, dependable little tablets keeping headaches from spoiling the family fun.

Plump fluffy kernels burst from the gourmet jar, premium popcorn from the bow-tied granddaddy of the home-theater snack era.

The blue eagle Express Mail box promises overnight delivery, urgent paperwork zipping cross-country in time for the morning meeting.

A gymnast tumbles in red, white and blue leotard, the golden arches saluting the Los Angeles Games with star-spangled spirit.

John Forsythe broods through wood-paneled luxury, prime-time soap intrigue swirling around the Carrington oil empire on Wednesday nights. Glamorous shoulder pads and steely glances under chandelier light, the catty Carrington saga at its peak prime-time pomp.

You're in good hands, the comforting agent reminds the camera, those reassuring palms ready to catch life's unexpected curveballs.

Hidden-camera shave test catches a regular guy in the act, twin-blade closeness winning the morning over the old reliable. The tweed-jacketed test subject grins at the surprise reveal, a smoother chin sold straight from the bathroom mirror to America.

Office colleagues compare notes around the conference table, frank feminine-care talk wrapped in soft pastel professionalism. A poised redhead shares her review with quiet confidence, mainstream ad time tackling personal protection with grown-up sincerity.

Smiling little ones blow bubbles in the backyard sunshine, the moments-of-life maker reminding everyone to load up another roll.

Slip the slim disc cartridge into the pocket camera, instant snapshots from the futuristic format that promised effortless memories. The frizzy-haired camera fan grins behind the slim plastic shooter, modern photography feeling just as easy as point and click.

Emmanuel Lewis flashes that million-dollar smile in his Friday-night sitcom slot, ABC's pint-sized charmer ready for half-hour family laughs.

Lee Horsley plays the Texas oil-tycoon detective, ten-gallon glamour and gumshoe smarts riding into Friday-night action.

Sun-warmed kid laughter pours out as fruity juice boxes pop open, that thirst-quenching after-school punch in a familiar carton.

The delivery driver dashes a steaming pie to the door, hot fresh pizza in 30 minutes or less, guaranteed.

A bright squeeze of the trusted toothpaste hits the brush, look mom no cavities promising sparkling smiles for another generation.

Pint-sized players hustle around the dusty diamond in oversized jerseys, summer afternoons measured in innings and grass stains.

Sun-bronzed swimmers laugh in the surf, the suntan classic capturing every salty memory of August at the shore.

The trusted tube glides smooth onto bristles, fluoride freshness keeping family checkups happy for another sparkling year.

Soft toasty bagel halves practically beg for cream cheese, the freezer-aisle breakfast favorite ready for a quick morning bite. Sliced bagels fan out fresh from the bag, the dependable doughy ring that brought the deli right into the home freezer.

The proud bowtie logo gleams over Today's Chevrolet, heartbeat-of-America showrooms rolling out another lineup of good-time wheels.

Mom kicks back with the famous wishbook, page after glossy page of clothes, toys and gadgets calling to the wallet.

Sleek single-handle faucet glistens under the tap, the bathroom upgrade that turned everyday plumbing into something worth showing off.

An urgent-letter envelope lands on the desk, the overnight courier flying important documents wherever business needs to be tomorrow. The corporate go-to for rush deliveries flexes its global reach, packages crossing time zones before the office coffee gets cold.

Sleek red curves of America's plastic-fantastic sports car, the Vette catching every sunset glance on the open highway.

The yellow-and-white can of dependable dryness, suburban-life confidence sprayed on fresh before another go-getter morning.

Bedside drama swirls in soft lighting, the daytime soap that had America rushing home from work hooked on its tangled love stories.

The big-rig outlaw barrels down the highway with a wink and a grin, Burt Reynolds back in the driver's seat for ABC's Tuesday movie. White Trans Am tears across desert blacktop, the good-old-boy car-chase comedy revving onto prime-time televisions. Tuesday-night rerun of the rowdy chase comedy, beer trucks and bandits getting a fresh ride into the family TV room.

A youngster's grass-stained shirt held up for inspection, the trusty spray bottle banishing the day's worst messes before laundry day. Stubborn spots vanish from a once-hopeless tee, the mom-approved pretreatment turning laundry tragedy into spotless triumph.

A wild-haired snapshot fan focuses the boxy plastic camera, instant pictures developing in seconds for an applause-worthy reveal.

The multi-symptom cold reliever stands ready, that's all you need promises the no-nonsense pitch from Bristol-Myers.

The rock band poses with electric energy, MTV-ready new wave rolling out fresh tunes for the album-rock generation.

The slim VCR display flickers with futuristic numerals, premium home video stretching its tape across the living-room shelf.

A young woman flashes a wide-eyed grin, the gel toothpaste that made the bathroom mirror sparkle with cinnamon-blue freshness.

A red die-cast racer zips across the floor, the Mattel pocket-rocket cars that fueled hours of carpet-track imagination.

Happy Meal speed for just 59 cents, the golden arches teaming up with Mattel for tiny toys that kids couldn't wait to collect.

The bow-tied flight engineer studies the manifest, business-class confidence taking off with the trusted blue-and-red eagle. A wireframe jet rotates on the cockpit screen, computer-age aviation showing off the high-tech edge of friendly skies travel.

Headlights cut through morning fog, the new sedan from Lincoln-Mercury cruising in with quiet aerodynamic confidence. The smooth front clip glints in soft light, Ford's family sedan promising a more enlightened approach to commuter motoring. The 1984 Topaz glides past autumn trees, mid-decade car shopping made stylish with Lincoln-Mercury's value-priced four-door.

A friendly neighborhood representative shares her latest beauty finds, ding-dong door-to-door cosmetics keeping mom looking her best.

White-aproned bakers hand-finish a chocolate masterpiece, nobody doesn't like Sara Lee, fresh from the freezer to the dessert plate.

Customers admire fresh fall styles in the wide-aisle department store, the place where America shopped for everything from socks to snowblowers.

Soft-focus skyline at sunrise, friendly skies promising another smooth takeoff for the business traveler and the holiday family alike.

Mom unloads warm fluffy laundry while the family hovers around, the teddy-bear softener filling the hamper with cuddly freshness.

A solo runner crosses a sunlit field, quiet personal-care confidence promising the freedom to keep moving through the day.

The chauffeured executive sedan glides up the manicured drive, ultimate driving machine making a quiet statement of arrival. A trench-coated businessman steps from the German sedan, polished European motoring promising power, prestige and precise handling.

Two suited travelers slide into the rental car at curbside, the gold-and-black brand putting business in the driver's seat.

A salesman walks a customer through the showroom floor, hometown service and big-store selection wrapped in the softlines department.

A pastel-shirted dad holds up the aspirin-free relief, gentle headache help promising a kinder option for the medicine cabinet.

A frosty mug of Trim 10-calorie brew waits at the bar, the lighter pour for adults watching the waistline without losing the taste.

A pickup powers across rocky terrain, best-built American workhorses ready for whatever job the weekend throws at them.

Water-skier in a candy-red swimsuit slices across glassy lagoon, Florida's classic family attraction shining like a postcard.

A jet rises over a pastel cloudbank, the world's most experienced airline whisking travelers to faraway destinations in style.

Sweepstakes envelopes shower the mailbox with chances to win, no purchase necessary turning the daily mail into a dream-grabbing event.

A delivery truck speeds past a marble courthouse, when it absolutely positively has to be there overnight, the courier never sleeps. Building a brand-new headquarters at warp speed, FedEx flexing its can-do delivery muscle in front of city skylines.

The orange logo announces the nation's new postal system, electronic letters blasting across the country at the dial of an 800 number.

The end credits roll on the lush jungle epic, big-screen adventure trumpeting its way into prime-time television premieres. The sweeping orchestral finale plays over the closing names, jungle prince adventure putting a regal cap on Sunday-night cinema.

President Reagan looks straight to camera with a steady gaze, morning-in-America campaign messaging carried into living rooms nationwide.

A handwritten message rushes to the telegram counter, urgent words flashing cross-country in the time-honored yellow envelope.

The compact electric typewriter hums to life, the dependable desktop word machine that powered late nights and term papers.

A textbook page on reactor operation flashes by, the company that brings good things to life pitching its industrial-age know-how.

Closing credits roll over backstage chaos, the late-night sketch institution sending viewers off with one more goofy goodbye.

The boxy Trooper SUV powers up the marble steps in a wild stunt, Joe Isuzu's outrageous sales pitch defying every honest expectation. The lying salesman with that crooked grin promises the moon, the offbeat campaign that turned a Japanese carmaker into a household joke. A grumpy customer side-eyes the too-good-to-be-true claims, comedy salesmanship taking the showroom routine into legendary territory.

A glossy spoonful of saucy meatball goodness pours over pasta, the jar of Italian-style flavor that made weeknight dinners feel special.

A flickering test pattern fills the screen, the home electronics giant tuning up another generation of color sets and stereo systems.

An all-you-can-eat triple shrimp combo for $7.99 piles the platter high, the casual steakhouse loading up the buffet for hungry families.

The Griswold family wagon cruises through Wally World mayhem, big-screen comedy disasters making their way to the small-screen TV premiere.

A laser blast streaks across the dark void, galactic adventure beaming back to the living room for another round of Force-fueled fun.

The bright orange tail logo rolls down the runway, friendly regional flying ready to whisk business travelers across the eastern seaboard.

A pair of legs crossed in a sleek office chair, the egg-shaped package promising sheer style for the working woman on the go.

Casual hosiery slips out of the trim package, soft and sheer for every day, the underwear giant sneaking onto prime-time TV.

A cheerful pitch about hair removal made simple, the cream-and-pink bottle promising legs ready for shorts season in minutes.

The sun sinks over the porch where Frank and Ed thank you for your support, wine cooler folksiness in soft amber light.

The arrowhead logo flashes onto the screen, we build excitement for the import-fighting lineup that put fun back in the family showroom. A confident driver poses with the sport sedan, late-decade muscle and style packaged for the cool customer with attitude.

Clear cola fizz sparkles in a futuristic glass, taste the difference of the new transparent twist on the cola classic.

A shaggy lovable pup nuzzles its proud owner, family-pet warmth selling the bond between kids and their four-legged best buddy.

The Conner kitchen bustles with working-class wisecracks, prime-time comedy royalty ruling Tuesday nights with blue-collar charm.

Craig T. Nelson's sweater-and-clipboard college coach roams the campus halls, sitcom huddles and locker-room laughs every Tuesday night.

Headache vanishes 40 percent faster, ten minutes later mom is back to running the household with steady ease.

A spoonful of fruit-on-the-bottom yogurt lands in a bright bowl, French-style cups bringing breakfast a touch of sophistication.

The shaggy lovable mop of a dog leans into a hug, family-friendly warmth at the heart of another feel-good ad spot.

A young couple piles into the new compact, oh what a feeling driving away from the dealership in late-decade Japanese reliability.

The bright orange box of new ibuprofen relief, over-the-counter strength previously available only by prescription. Twin tablets dance on the navy-blue background, doctor-recommended pain relief promising a steady hand against the daily aches. Two boxes of the trusted painkiller stand together, doctor-recommended relief promising fast results for everyday aches.

A spoonful of fluffy white grains piles onto the plate, the dinnertime side dish ready in five minutes flat. The blue and gold box of the dinnertime helper, perfect long-grain results without the long-grain wait.

The Seaver brothers exchange a wisecrack in the kitchen, ABC's family sitcom keeping Tuesday-night laughs in the suburbs.

A grocery-bag-toting Neil Patrick Harris bumps into a friend, the teen-doctor sitcom that turned a stethoscope into late-eighties cool.

The neighborhood gathers at the home party for the latest in sealed-tight kitchenware, classic burping lids and pastel storage bins.