Putting the “Crack” in Snap Crackle Pop: the boys are tripping so hard they believe the grain-imps have resized themselves to adolescent proportions, made an arch of oars, and presented a pair of crowns to indicate fealty. The Grain-imps are laughing, of course; shared rule never works out. They’ll be ate each other’s throats by year’s end.

Joe’s behind and fagged out; that’ll happen at camp. Well, some camps. As for Bill? Well, to quote Tim from the previous cartoon: Whoof!  (Who writes these things? Walter Monheit?)

The imps activate the siren song of crisped rice, and you know where this is going.

Good thing Pud wasn't in the race, and had remembered his mother had sent a gross metric ton of Fleer to camp to keep him happy.

Notice how Snap Crackle and Pop always finish each other’s sentences – except when they’re stating tag lines. Then each one gets a complete thought.

I'm not sure it says "Snap Crackle Pop" enough times. The previous strip had eleven mentions; this one has 9 and 2/3rds. No wonder Kix came along and stole half the market.