Deal.
We open with a fade to Mitromem strolling idly in some very vibrantly coloured aisles in a corner shop. He remains black and white. The music is jarring, but not ominous. He pauses and ponders over a potential dish soap, but upon close inspection of the label, decides it's not for him.
Mitromem exits the shop and cross the street to end up standing in front of a glass statue of a woman. She is very grungy and dirty. He shakes his head and stares at the crotch of his pants, which remain as they have been.
He continues to move down the street, and happens upon a clean, vibrantly coloured (again), statue of a man. The man is somewhat bent, as if he was picking something up. Mitromem's pants are visibly tighter, and he begins to flush with colour.
The End.
Get it? It's a joke for those of us who know what the name means!