“Remember future space adventurers, ask your parents about Galactic Sugar Blasters(TM). Find adventure in the cereal aisle”
("When do we get to go home?")
("What is this monster doing?")
("Should we kill it?")
("No it saved us...and it has powers according to my brother.")
("It has terrible taste in television tho..")
With our newly freed furry friends we munch and crunch on sugary goodness. After a clean getaway to the kitchen.
Although, it seems our cereal social seems to have been rudely interrupted by some persistent pursuer at the door.