(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 ♪