Forty Agents and Two Captions

[Original AI song. An animated, playful portrayal of our agentic workflow.]

We used to be a whole team. Now it's two.
Used to brief a designer, wait a week, then wait some more.
Now forty little agents render ads while we snore.
One mines the reviews, one writes the angles,
one scores the score. One checks
every single claim before the client ever sees it.
Used to wait on one copywriter, now a thousand headlines.
Spawned three more for every language. I'm still in bed at nine.
Toilet Mike's reviewin' ads
at 10:47. Roast board burns the boring ones
before they ever reach heaven. Ask: What's two plus two?
Used to be a meeting, now a second.
Round three REVISE, fixed and shipped before I even checked it.
[Instrumental / vocal refrain]
Spy on every rival ad and lock the best ones on the shelf.
Write the playbook once, the bots run it by themselves.
Forty agents in the inbox, nobody asking: Should I bid?
Said: Just launch the campaign, and the campaign did.
No more status calls, the bots just line up and hand it in.
A thousand ads a month, one bot fainted from the shippin'.
One bot plays the boss, one builds, and nobody wants a raise.
The reviewer reviewed the review of the review,
then rebooted. No more pings, no more Slack, no more Monday meetings ringin'.
We pull the plug on every ad that isn't winnin'.
From a whole team to two,
baby, and we ship more than we used to.
Two guys and forty agents, and the work just flows through.
No more desks in the hallway,
no more tickets in the queue.
Ooh, forty agents and two.
Forty and two.
Forty and two.
Forty and two.