For God’s sake, can’t kids solve any problem without eating something first? Here Tim confronts a situation we’ve all faced – a girl is running away from home, and Tim needs to stop the horse because she’s not an emancipated minor. But Whoof! He’s all in. That’s where the three incubi of crisped grain enter the situation. 

The three misshapen elves, their hideous leering visages aglow with anticipation of another soul to feed to The Master, activate the sonic properties of crisped rice – which makes Tim stop the horse, lest it knock over the bowl.

The girl could have fallen off and cracked her neck, for all he cared.