Here is a Pop Tarts commercial I found while digging around for retro TV spots. I’d never seen it before. It now haunts my already haunted nightmares.
Seriously, a talking toaster? At least it’s not a personified Pop Tart trying to cannibalize its own species. But still, its clearly a talisman of evil. Slowly, while you bathe, it creeps up towards you…
I do want to say that I love Pop Tarts. I don’t keep them in the house because…I love them too much. However, for those who remember the old paper/foil packaging, that wrapping was somehow more enticing than the flimsy foil bag they are in now. Probably because it rubbed off cancerous lead on your fingers. But it was a satisfying feeling when you opened it up.
Lastly, we all know that frosted Pop Tarts are the ONLY Pop Tarts, right?