From the moment we saw that giant, smiling Destroyer of Worlds, our sweet tooth called out for revenge. Revenge for the bits of New York crushed. Revenge for the . . . ok, so not really revenge – we just wanted marshmallows. And even Walter Peck being covered in blobs of melted mallow man weren’t enough to crack our craving. It’s taken over 25 years, but we finally have the stuff that childhood dreams are made of: Stay Puft Caffeinated Gourmet Marshmallows!