Taking a deep breath, she plugged her nose and jumped straight into the pool of Mountain Dew. The Mountain Dew was quickly cascading down Rock Candy Hill, and taking her with it. She grabbed on to the nearest candy rock she saw and held on for dear sweet life. It was—if you'll pardon the pun—a sweet ride. And just like that, with a head riddled with foolish ideas and world filled with ghoulish cereals, I decided to... Head for Minneapolis, where General Mills and his cereal army waited in a cereal box-shaped fortress, guarding the prize inside. En route you may want to stop in Saint Paul, across the river, to sample the poutine.

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