Car-chasing the blues away

Youtube has to be the best available nanny to us modern parents.
Take the morning panic for example. When Luca and Mimi have to be chased around the house and corralled before they are dressed, teethbrushed, piggytailed, bicycle helmeted.
How do you keep the little one occupied?
Nursery rhymes? Educational toys? Building blocks? DVD of Thomas the Tank Engine promoting the virtues of hard work, politeness and generally all Protestant middle-class niceties?
Nah.
If you want 12 minutes of guaranteed peace and quiet with Finnzy-Petrol Head-Bob, there is only one thing:
The car chase from Bullitt
He just does not tire of the roaring V8s, the (virtual) smell of burning tires, the screeching brakes, the clash of metal against metal, the shotgun blasts and best of all the final explosion of the petrol station, with the baddies trapped in their car engulfed in flames.
But I will refuse to read Hansel and Bretzel to him.
Because that is scary.