The report starts out with a "woman on the street" interview for a reporter must have asked "What sort of chips do people in this neighborhood prefer?", the voiceover's cavalcade of poorly planned puns, the idea that a woman would have a garageful of barbeque potato chips and be very protective of them, and the Police Sergeant trying to pretend like this is a serious issue, but he just can not fucking do it.
As a man who was born and raised in Saanich, BC, Canada, I don't see anything wrong with this report. We take our snacks seriously here. Very seriously.