"And in the news today, a cereal killer has been reported to be on the loose... He
is around 5'10 with short red hair..."


" Oh my god!! That's Archie!!" Betty and Veronica cried in unison, a look of shock
spreading across both of their faces.

At that moment, a pinecone dropped through the chimney of Betty's house.

"The Cereal killer is said to enter homes by any means..."

Veronica's cat, who had(unbeknownst to Betty and Veronica herself) decided to tag
along, smelled the air appreciatively after dropping said pinecone on the carpeted
floors.

But just as the cat had entered the area in which the two anxious girls were hiding
(this happened to be the kitchen...), a thud(for lack of a better word) resounded
from the living room, specifically the chimney from which the evil pinecone had
fallen.

"The cereal killer weighs around 175 lbs, and is considered to be extremely
dangerous..."

Archie stood in the doorway to the kitchen, and oddly enough covered in crumbs.

"Step aside girls... I have work to do." A crazed look appeared on the cereal killer's
face as he lumbered across the kitchen, each hand occupied by a chain saw or an axe.
With an insane yell, he hacked the kitchen hupboards apart with his axe and ripped
its poor boxes from its shelves. One by one, they were destroyed, their life flakes
covering the clean floor, with both Betty and Veronica stuttering incoherently and
gaping at the sight all the while.

After the brutal massacre, Archie dusted himself off as best as he could, but to no
avail. The crumbs of his victims stayed, almost as if to say 'We will have our revenge,
evil cereal killer!!'

The now partially insane Archie sauntered calmly out of the front door, in search of
more cereal to kill. But maybe he should get some hair dye to make sure no one
recognized him from the descriptions on the radio...

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Meanwhile, Betty and Veronica stared in disbelief at the aftermath of scattered
frosted flakes and torn oatmeal packages. Fruit loops were loops no more, either
'C's' or a coloured powder. The two girls, overcome with emotion, promptly began to
laugh their (pardon my english) asses off.

"If you see this man, please laugh your (pardon my english) asses off..."

The cheezy sports caster continued on to say: "The worst they'll charge him with is
the breaking and entering of every home in Riverdale... For all you out there who
don't know how many that it, the grand total comes to 154,353..."

"And that ends the comedians new, I'm Zippo the clown, saying Top o' the day to ya!"

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**yes, yet another fanfic... heheh i decided to use the serial/cereal pun on everyone
i particularly like the Zippo the clown thing... how did betty and veronica get that
radio station anyhow?? i shall never know...**