It's a tough call as to whether it's the entourage of tween cheerleaders chanting about poison or their gold leisure suit-sporting leader that has the ability to make us feel something akin to having just pulled an all-nighter, but its tweaky randomness effectively had us convinced after its initial airing that we'd hallucinated the entire thing. Fortunately, we now know better—and so do you.

Good luck getting this jingle out of your head.