POP MART Hirono Mime Series Figures, Hirono Blind Box Figures, Random Design Action Figures Collectible Toys Home Decorations, Holiday Birthday Gifts for Girls and Boys, Single Box

From: POP MART

Pete's Expert Summary

My human has brought home another dust-collector, this time a small, plastic figurine from a brand called POP MART. The entire gimmick, as far as my superior intellect can discern, is that the human doesn't know which little sad-looking mime they're getting until they open the box, a concept they find "exciting." From a practical standpoint, this "Hirono" thing is useless. It possesses no feathers, emits no delightful crinkles, and is made of a hard, unchewable plastic that offers no satisfaction. However, I must concede its diminutive size and weight are nearly perfect for being swatted off the edge of the mantelpiece. The real entertainment will be watching the human's disproportionate reaction, though the whole affair is a tragic misallocation of funds that could have been spent on salmon pâté.

Key Features

  • POP MART Hirono Mime Series Figures: The blind box contains a random figure from a specific series. Each blind box only contains one figure. No one, including us, knows what's inside. This collection contains 12 blind box figures, one of them might be the secret edition.
  • Random Design: Blind boxes are fully random and we cannot accept requests for specific items. There chances of getting the secret edition are usually 1/144. When purchasing the whole set, there will be no duplicates figures.
  • Ideal Gift Choice: These figures are the perfect gift for any occasion, be it Children's Day, Christmas, Halloween, Thanksgiving, or New Years. A piece of art expressing deep feelings and complicated emotions, it's also a wonderful home decor gift for your family or friends.
  • Materials and Safety: Standing between 2.08 to 3.98 inches in height, each figure is crafted from premium materials including durable PVC plastic, ABS, and paper. Finished with non-toxic, odorless paint, our toys meet rigorous safety standards to ensure a safety for customers.
  • Customer Services: If you receive a damaged item or encounter quality issues, please refer to the contact information on the product detail page, or scan the QR code on the store's homepage under the 'Help' section. We are committed to ensuring a satisfying customer experience.

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The ceremony began, as it always does, with the crinkle of cellophane that pricked my ears from two rooms away. My human, making those high-pitched sounds of anticipation, carefully sliced open a small, colorful box. I observed from my velvet cushion, feigning sleep but with one eye cracked open. Out came the prize: a small, gray-toned figure with wide, mournful eyes, posed as if it were pulling with all its might on an invisible rope. The human cooed, called it "The Puppet," and placed it on the edge of the bookshelf, a prime location in what I call the "gravity-testing zone." I waited for the requisite amount of time—long enough for the human to become distracted by the glowing rectangle in their lap—before making my move. A silent leap, a soft landing, and I was nose-to-nose with the tragic little statue. It smelled of plastic and despair. My plan was simple: a quick, decisive bat to send it sailing through the air, followed by a casual groom as if nothing had happened. I raised my paw, flexing the pristine white glove that houses my formidable claws, ready to deliver the final verdict. But then, something gave me pause. I am a creature of nuance, and I can perceive things beyond the limited spectrum of human senses. As I focused on the statue, my gaze tracing the imaginary line of its struggle, I saw it. The "rope" wasn't imaginary at all. It was a shimmering, silvery thread of pure sunlight, a rogue sunbeam that had been taunting me all morning by dancing just out of my reach on the far wall. This little mime wasn't pretending; it had captured the sunbeam. It was holding it fast, a prisoner on the bookshelf. My paw lowered, claws retracted. I looked from the statue’s determined, painted face to the wriggling, captured light, and then back again. An understanding passed between us, a communion of silent hunters. This was no mere toy. This was an ally. I settled into a loaf next to it, my gray fur a stark contrast to its muted tones. We would stand vigil together. The human looked over and snapped a photo, muttering something about me being "artsy." They could never comprehend the profound cosmic battle taking place on their bookshelf. The little mime was worthy. It had earned its place.