(wind whistling)
-: Honeycomb Kid, my sister's lost in the snow
and night's coming.
-: Come on. We'll take the polar bears.
♪ Honeycomb ♪
♪ Breakfast sweet as honey ♪
♪ Post Honeycomb for your own ♪
-: How you gonna find her?
-: Don't know yet, but I'm glad I have my Honeycomb.
Post Honeycomb is now bite sized,
crisper, crunchier, better than ever.
I'll lasso the moon and use it for a searchlight.
-: There she is.
-: Honeycomb Kid, you're my hero.
♪ Now a box of treat that is really sweet ♪
♪ Post Honeycomb ♪