All the Trix on Earth are mine.
The rabbit's stolen all our Trix yogurt.
Our cereal, too.
We can't let him take our Trix.
We've got to stop him.
He can run, but he can't hide.
We've got Trix-ar.
Part of this complete breakfast.
The Trix are lost in space.
They'll never find me.
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