Two.
A hip-looking teen watches an elderly woman hobble
across the street on a walker.
"Grammy's here," he shouts.
He put some Mac Attack mac and cheese in the microwave
and dons headphones and takes out
a video game so he won't be bored during the 40 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 Mac Attack mac and cheese
from the microwave and sits languorously eating it,
while listening to his headphones
while playing his video game.
"Sometimes you just got to have your Mac Attack,"
the voiceover says.
Grammy scowls in the bush.
We see that she is a grouchy, old, unhip hag, who probably
wouldn't even have been cool enough
to let Timmy have his Mac Attack,
but would likely have forced him to eat some unhip old person
gruel or fruit.
Unfortunately, Grammy's head drops back and she's dead.