Booberry Cookies 🍪 Grown in organic living soil, she smells like sour citrus blueberries

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When I was kid, you wanted Count Chocula, Frankenberry, or Booberry, do you remember those?

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No - BooBerry cereal. Because... ghosts. 😀

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Count Chocula and BooBerry... the only things not allowed at my house (where Frosted Flakes were a staple and I was a fat little kid).

Count Chocula, Frakenberry and Booberry!

Note from the writer... that would be me. So you know, I like to make people smile. Many of these silly little stories come from a place in my mind called Scanectity's Valley. There in, resides a certain Whackadoodle Inn, with a whole plethora of characters quite easy to fall in love with. I know, because I did. Now smile. Bovus was a nose picker. Well; there you are. Though his name was bullish sounding, he was a smallish Squirrel, with the ability of sinking his finger to never before seen depths of nosedom. This apparently was not so much a random process concerning nose hair tickles, as it was full blown boogers… or rather unblown boogers. Mrs. Kelstrom, the Sunday school teacher, not knowing what else to do, brought the lad to their church janitor, old Ben Nose. Ben was known for his wisdom, and even though the Bloodhound was blind, could find his way around better than most people with eyes. “I think it would be a kindness just to cut his finger off and leave it right where it is,” Ben told the teacher. He was pleased when she and her student both gasped. “You can’t be serious,” the pair said in unison; one voice clear, the other sort of muffled behind a paw stuck solid in a reddening nose. “Well,” Ben drawled, “There might be, another way, but how would I know young Bovus wouldn’t re-stick his finger back into that nose hole?” “I w’unt do that Mr. Nose, sir.” “Not a sir, thank you very much, just the janitor. Tell me what you had for breakfast this morning?” “Booberry muff’n, why?” Old Ben placed a paw on the runt’s head. Wiggling the head back and forth a bit, he ascertained the stuckness of the inserted finger. “And did you have a banana? Don’t lie to me because it smells like you did.” “Yes.” Ben’s other paw snaked around and grabbed Bovus’ stuck hand as his other paw tightened its grip on his head. He then screamed as loud as he could. Mrs. Kelstrom, surprised, screamed in alarm. Bovus screamed out of pure fear. This caused his nostril to enlarge, and the finger came out with a slight pull on his wrist. The screaming stopped abruptly, and both student and teacher found the janitor smiling. “You’re not going to pick yor nose any more, are you Bovus?” “Noooo sirrrrr.” “Good. I really would hate having to cut it off just to leave it in there cuz we couldn’t get it out.”

I did Lulu lemon x booBerry taste like guz twin sister

🥣🧛🛌 CAP'N RETROVANIA'S SATURDAY MORNING CRUNCH '88 RAD EDITION – WE NOW RETURN FROM THE COMMERCIAL BREAK MAYHEM! 🛌🧛🥣 Yo Arcade Crypt Squad & Breakfast Cereal Commandos! Gather 'round the old CTR tube with pizza in one hand and neon sugar bombs in the other — we're slamming the nostalgia dial to full toxic! The Haunted Pizzeria Clubhouse is beaming us back to October 1988 for ABC’s The Real Ghostbusters episode “Flip Side.” Egon, Ray, and Peter get yanked through a twister in Central Park and land in Boo York — a flipped dimension where ghosts are the citizens and humans are the ones getting hunted! They face their evil ghostly counterparts, the Peoplebusters, in a wild role-reversal blast of proton-pack chaos, laughs, and ecto-action. Peak '88 Saturday morning magic. And man… who else got absolutely hypnotized by that Count Chocula commercial that hit during the break? One second you’re watching Ghostbusters dodge Peoplebusters, the next the screen explodes with that thick Transylvanian accent: “Count Chocula! He’s chocolatey, he’s crunchy, and he’s got the monster crunch you love!” The commercial showed the Count zooming through a misty graveyard on his bat-winged skateboard, cackling as chocolate cereal bits rained down like delicious meteorites. Then came the full monster squad — Franken Berry with his strawberry chunks, Boo Berry floating in with blueberry marshmallows, and all those colorful monster marshmallows bouncing around like they were alive. Next thing you knew, you were bolting to the kitchen in your footie pajamas, begging Mom for a bowl before the cartoon came back on. You’d pour that dark chocolate cereal until it overflowed, flood it with milk, and watch the marshmallows turn the milk into spooky chocolate milk. Every spoonful was a race to catch the little vampire, ghost, and Frankenstein heads before they got soggy. The whole house smelled like cocoa and Saturday morning victory. Those commercials didn’t just sell cereal — they turned every kid into a mini Count Chocula fiend on a sugar-fueled mission. To celebrate “Flip Side” and that monster-cereal magic, I’m unleashing my brand-new Flip Side Count Chocula Vortex Slam Shake! Recipe (makes one massive haunted glass): - 2–3 big scoops chocolate ice cream (the thicker the better) - 1–1½ cups Count Chocula cereal (plus extra for topping) - 2–3 tbsp chocolate syrup (for that deep Boo York darkness) - 2 tbsp marshmallow fluff or crème - ½ cup milk (adjust for desired thickness) - Whipped cream, chocolate sprinkles (“ghost dust”), and whole monster marshmallows for garnish Blend the ice cream, most of the Count Chocula, chocolate syrup, marshmallow fluff, and milk until you get that perfect crunchy-yet-smooth vortex texture. Pour into a tall glass, top with a massive swirl of whipped cream “ectoplasm,” more whole Count Chocula pieces, chocolate ghost dust sprinkles, and a few spooky monster marshmallows floating on top like trapped Peoplebusters in the containment unit. One sip and you’ll feel like you just crossed over to the Flip Side — pure Saturday morning childhood fuel in a glass that’ll have you yelling “Who you gonna call?” from the other side! Drop your memories below, Pizza Commandos! - Did you catch “Flip Side” back in the day? - What was your ultimate Count Chocula Saturday morning ritual? (Marshmallow rescue mission? Racing your siblings for the last bowl? Turning the leftover milk into chocolate ghost potion?) - Who else still hears that cackling “Mmmwah-ha-ha!” and the jingle in their head every time they see a box of monster cereal? Tag a fellow '80s survivor who needs this nostalgia injection! Stay toxic, stay rad, and keep those Saturday mornings undead forever. 🍕🛹💀🕹️🧛🥤 #RealGhostbusters #CountChocula #MonsterCereals #80sBreakfast #SaturdayMorningCartoons #FrankenBerry #BooBerry #CerealMemories #GhostbustersFlipSide

🥣🧛🛌 CAP'N RETROVANIA'S SATURDAY MORNING CRUNCH '88 RAD EDITION – COMMERCIAL BREAK MAYHEM! 🛌🧛🥣 Yo Arcade Crypt Squad & Breakfast Cereal Commandos! Gather 'round the old CTR tube with pizza in one hand and neon sugar bombs in the other — we're slamming the nostalgia dial to full toxic! The Haunted Pizzeria Clubhouse is beaming us back to October 1988 for ABC’s The Real Ghostbusters episode “Flip Side.” Egon, Ray, and Peter get yanked through a twister in Central Park and land in Boo York — a flipped dimension where ghosts are the citizens and humans are the ones getting hunted! They face their evil ghostly counterparts, the Peoplebusters, in a wild role-reversal blast of proton-pack chaos, laughs, and ecto-action. Peak '88 Saturday morning magic. We'll be right back after these messages... And man… who else got absolutely hypnotized by that Count Chocula commercial that hit during the break? One second you’re watching Ghostbusters dodge Peoplebusters, the next the screen explodes with that thick Transylvanian accent: “Count Chocula! He’s chocolatey, he’s crunchy, and he’s got the monster crunch you love!” The commercial showed the Count zooming through a misty graveyard on his bat-winged skateboard, cackling as chocolate cereal bits rained down like delicious meteorites. Then came the full monster squad — Franken Berry with his strawberry chunks, Boo Berry floating in with blueberry marshmallows, and all those colorful monster marshmallows bouncing around like they were alive. Next thing you knew, you were bolting to the kitchen in your footie pajamas, begging Mom for a bowl before the cartoon came back on. You’d pour that dark chocolate cereal until it overflowed, flood it with milk, and watch the marshmallows turn the milk into spooky chocolate milk. Every spoonful was a race to catch the little vampire, ghost, and Frankenstein heads before they got soggy. The whole house smelled like cocoa and Saturday morning victory. Those commercials didn’t just sell cereal — they turned every kid into a mini Count Chocula fiend on a sugar-fueled mission. Drop your memories below, Pizza Commandos! - Did you catch “Flip Side” back in the day? - What was your ultimate Count Chocula Saturday morning ritual? (Marshmallow rescue mission? Racing your siblings for the last bowl? Turning the leftover milk into chocolate ghost potion?) - Who else still hears that cackling “Mmmwah-ha-ha!” and the jingle in their head every time they see a box of monster cereal? Tag a fellow '80s survivor who needs this nostalgia injection! Stay toxic, stay rad, and keep those Saturday mornings undead forever. 🍕🛹💀🕹️🧛 #RealGhostbusters #CountChocula #MonsterCereals #80sBreakfast #SaturdayMorningCartoons #FrankenBerry #BooBerry #CerealMemories

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