The story · 1985
The story of Frosted Boomerangs
Rory the wallaby surfed a giant milk wave on every box, zinc cream on his nose and board shorts flapping. The boomerangs were curved just enough to spin when flicked across the table, which created a whole new breakfast sport. Dads ruled it a foul. Kids kept a scoreboard on the fridge anyway.
A cardboard boomerang cut from the back panel really did return if you threw it just right, about once a year.





