I need a microphone! And a scanner!
QUIET, DOGGY. Shhhhhhh.
Doink, ploink, they all fell down. GIDDYUP, HORSEY!
And so it was that all the dry breakfast cereal in the world flew off to join their friends orbiting the planet Saturn. There, they could be free of sogginess caused by very slow cereal eaters. There, they could be free to leave their boxes and stay-fresh box bags, and still keep from going stale by being in the vacuum of space. They would also be free of being stuck side-by-side with their sworn enemies, fake marshmallows in washed-out rainbow colors that pretend to be edible.