Holy mills (in a general sense), Batman! The idea for Monster Mash cereal isn't exactly novel. Didn't we all create it as kids? But the fact that it's a real, tangible thing in 2021 is pretty fucking rad, if I do say so myself. I love the box art. I've seen a lot of it today. Apparently, our local Walmart was low on merchandise (!?), so entire rows were littered with horror-themed breakfast pickings. It was a surreal sight.
As for the cereal itself, it's...okay. First of all, does the item's intrinsic noshability matter? It exists; that's enough for me. I'm not going to complain. If I were to grumble about something (hehehe), it would be the banal flavor. All I taste is Frankenberry. I've read that some consumers can only taste Boo Berry. I dig the pink patchwork of strawberry-salted cadavers, but I was looking forward to celebrating all five characters. Hmm, "celebrating" is an unfortunate word choice. I am going to die alone SO HARD.
At the very least, we can begin to Halloween (which I am now making a verb) in August. Three months down, nine to go!
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