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Pete's Toy Box: Dragon Ball Z

Mattel Games UNO Dragon Ball Z Card Game for Family Night Featuring Deck with TV Show-Themed Graphics & Special Rule for 2 for 10 Players

By: Mattel Games

Pete's Expert Summary

My human has brought home yet another collection of decorated cardstock, this time featuring illustrations of those spiky-haired, perpetually shouting men from the noisy picture-box. Apparently, this is a "game" called UNO, a ritual where they sit around the table slapping these things down and making noises of triumph or despair. From my perspective, the true value lies not in their nonsensical rules, but in the individual components. The cards are thin enough to slide under the refrigerator with a satisfying skitter, the box is a potential, if snug, new napping spot, and the so-called "Wild Shenron's Wish Card" means nothing to me unless the wish is for a continuous-flow gravy fountain. It seems like a tremendous waste of good petting time for them, but a moderate source of new batting materials for me.

Key Features

  • ​It's the classic UNO card game everyone loves, with graphics geared to Dragon Ball Z fans! Perfect for anime fans ages 7 years and older.
  • ​Each card is decorated with Dragon Ball Z graphics, which provides a new card-matching plot twist every time the game is played!
  • Just like in the classic UNO game, players match cards by color or number in a race to empty their hand.
  • ​Includes an exclusive Wild Shenron's Wish Card. Like other action cards, it can immediately change the momentum of the game!
  • ​UNO Dragon Ball Z makes a great gift for collectors and manga aficionados.

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The evening began with a foul ritual. The humans, instead of dedicating their laps to their rightful purpose as my thrones, gathered around the Great Wooden Plateau in the dining room. They produced a small, colorful box and from it, a deck of flat, slippery rectangles. I watched from my perch on the credenza, tail twitching in disdain. The cards were garish, depicting men with absurdly stiff hair in various states of agitation. It was, I concluded, a new and particularly foolish form of meditation where they stared at these ugly pictures. I began to groom my pristine white chest, utterly unimpressed. My interest was piqued, however, when the sounds began. Not just their usual chatter, but a rhythmic *flick-flick-flick* as my primary human shuffled the deck. It was a sound not unlike a moth beating its wings against a window pane, a siren song for my hunter's soul. They dealt the cards out, and I saw them not as a game, but as a flock of strange, rectangular birds. Each time one was played, it was a challenge. A bright yellow card with a grimacing warrior was a feint. A blue one was a clear taunt. They were communicating in a code of color and combat, and I, a master strategist, understood the true nature of this engagement. Then it happened. The tension in the room thickened. My human was down to a single card, a smug look on her face. Her opponent, however, smiled, and with a dramatic flourish, placed a card on the pile that was different from the others. It was dark, but swirled with power, and in its center writhed a great green dragon. "Wild Shenron's Wish!" he declared. A hush fell. This was it. This was the alpha of the flock, the king of the paper birds. It was a creature of immense power, capable of changing the very fabric of their little battle. It was a worthy adversary. While the humans debated the card's effect on their silly rules, I made my move. In one fluid motion, I launched from the credenza, a silent, grey predator descending upon the battlefield. My paw shot out, hooking the Shenron card with a single, perfectly extended claw. I snatched it from the table before they could even react, landing softly on the floor with my prize. They could have their lesser cards, their numbered peasants and colorful jesters. I had captured the soul of the game, the dragon itself. It was a magnificent trophy, and it crinkled most satisfyingly in my mouth as I carried it off to my lair beneath the sofa. The toy, I decided, was worthy. The players were not.

Funko Pop Animation: Dragonball Z - Super Saiyan Goku - (First Appearance) - Dragon Ball - Collectable Vinyl Figure - Gift Idea - Official Merchandise - Toys for Kids & Adults - Anime Fans

By: Funko

Pete's Expert Summary

So, my human has acquired another one of these little plastic totems from the "Funko" tribe. This one appears to be a small, angry man with a hairstyle that defies both gravity and good taste, all rendered in that sterile, un-lickable vinyl. It's clearly not a toy for any self-respecting feline. There are no feathers, no strings, no enticing crinkle sounds, and I highly doubt it's filled with catnip. Its primary function seems to be standing perfectly still on a flat surface, gathering dust and my human's adoration. While its diminutive size might make it a tempting target for a swift pat off the edge of the desk, its complete lack of interactive features makes it, for all intents and purposes, a colossal waste of my very valuable energy.

Key Features

  • IDEAL COLLECTIBLE SIZE - At approximately 3.75 inches (9.5 cm) tall, this vinyl mini figurine complements other collectable merchandise and fits perfectly in your display case or on your desk
  • PREMIUM VINYL MATERIAL - Made from durable vinyl, this collectible is built to last and withstand daily wear, ensuring long-lasting enjoyment for fans and collectors alike
  • GIFT IDEA FOR DRAGON BALL FANS - Ideal for holidays, birthdays, or special occasions and as a present this figurine is a must-have addition to any Dragon Ball merchandise collection
  • EXPAND YOUR COLLECTION - Add this unique Goku vinyl display piece to your growing assortment of Funko Pop figures, and seek out other rare and exclusive collectible items for a complete set
  • LEADING POP CULTURE BRAND - Trust in the expertise of Funko, the premier creator of pop culture merchandise that includes vinyl figures, action toys, plush, apparel, board games, and more

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The new idol arrived in a clear prison, which the human carefully liberated it from. He placed it on the mantelpiece, a sacred space usually reserved for framed pictures of himself and, more importantly, a younger, even more dashing version of me. This newcomer was squat and aggressive, with hair like a spiky, yellow sea anemone and a permanent scowl etched onto its face. My human called it "Goku." I called it an affront. It did nothing but stare into the middle distance, its tiny black eyes devoid of life or any appreciation for the superior being lounging on the rug below. For days, I observed it from various strategic locations. It was a study in stillness, a master of inaction. The sun would stream in, illuminating the dust motes dancing around its ludicrous hair, and it would not so much as twitch. The human would occasionally pick it up, murmuring nonsense about its "first appearance," before placing it back in the exact same spot. I began to suspect it was some sort of sentinel, a guardian placed there to watch over the living room. A very, very bad one. One evening, driven by a profound sense of boredom that even a vigorous tail-chasing session couldn't cure, I decided to confront the silent watchman. A fluid leap landed me silently on the mantel. I padded over, my whiskers tickling the air just inches from its vinyl face. I stared into its painted eyes. "So," I purred, my voice a low rumble. "You have seen things. The human leaves the strange flashing box on all night. The little noisy machine comes to life and eats the dirt on my floors. You see all this, and you do nothing. What is your purpose, O Spiky One?" The statue, of course, remained silent. But in that silence, I felt a strange kinship. It was a professional lounger, an expert at observing the world without participating. It had tricked the human into granting it a place of honor simply for existing. It didn't need to chase, pounce, or meow plaintively for treats. It just *was*. I gave its oversized head a gentle, deliberate nudge with my own. It wobbled slightly but didn't fall. A worthy adversary in the art of doing absolutely nothing of consequence. I hopped down, my respect for it grudgingly earned. It could stay. For now.

Funko Pop! Anime: Dragonball Z Vegeta Action Figure

By: Funko

Pete's Expert Summary

My human, in a fit of what I can only assume is a profound misunderstanding of my needs, has presented me with this... object. It appears to be a small, rigid totem of a perpetually furious little man with hair the color and texture of a dried sea urchin. It is from a brand called "Funko," a name that suggests a fleeting, frivolous joy this statue clearly lacks. Based on my initial inspection, it possesses no crinkle, no feather, and emits no tantalizing scent of catnip or desperation. Its primary feature seems to be "Collect them all," which is less a feature for me and more a threat of future shelf-clutter. Its only potential use appears to be as a paperweight, or perhaps a stationary target for a truly spectacular gravity experiment from the top of the bookshelf, though its wide stance suggests it might be disappointingly stable.

Key Features

  • Dragon ball Z POP!
  • Collect them all!
  • Dragon ball z pop
  • Collect them all

A Tale from Pete the Cat

It was placed on the mantelpiece, a silent, glaring homunculus surveying my kingdom. The Staff called it "Vegeta," a name that sounded like a particularly unappetizing vegetable. I watched from the safety of the armchair, my tail executing a slow, metronomic twitch of deep suspicion. This was no toy. Toys are prey. They skitter, they dangle, they yield. This thing was a sentinel. It stood, arms crossed, with a look of such concentrated arrogance it could curdle cream from across the room. For two days, we were locked in a silent war of wills. I would nap with one eye open, tracking its position relative to the sunbeams. It remained unmoved, its plastic scouter a malevolent red eye that seemed to follow my every move. I concluded it was a golem, an effigy animated by some dark human magic, placed there to judge my napping form and the efficiency of my purr. It was a rival for the prime sunning spot, a stoic contender that did not need to eat, sleep, or groom. It was, in its own infuriating way, perfect. On the third day, I decided on my course of action. A direct assault was beneath me and would likely only result in a scolding from the Staff. Instead, I opted for tactical displacement. With the grace of a falling shadow, I leaped onto the mantel. I did not touch the golem. I did not acknowledge it. I simply began to meticulously groom my pristine white bib, positioning my body so that my fluffy, gray tail slowly, deliberately, and repeatedly swept across its angry face. The static figure could not react. It could not flinch. It could only stand there, a silent monument to rage, while being tickled into utter insignificance. It is not a worthy toy, but it has proven to be an excellent prop for asserting my quiet, elegant dominance. It can stay.

Dragon Stars Series - Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero - Goku, 6.5" Action Figure

By: DRAGON STARS SERIES

Pete's Expert Summary

My human seems to have acquired a small, plastic man with offensively spiky hair and a garish orange jumpsuit. They call it an "action figure," which I presume means it's meant to perform some action other than gathering dust, a task at which most of their possessions excel. Based on its description, this "Goku" doll can be bent into numerous unnatural positions and even comes with spare paws, which they call "interchangeable hands." Frankly, the main figure's potential for being knocked off a high shelf is moderately appealing, but the true value lies in those small, detachable hands. They look perfectly sized for batting under the heaviest piece of furniture in the house, providing a worthy challenge for a cat of my caliber. The box it came in, however, is likely the main event.

Key Features

  • Recreate your favorite battles - with 20 plus points of articulation, these action figures can be posed in endless ways and even stand on their own. Imagine being in the world of Dragon Ball and battling iconic foes as Goku, or any character of your choice. Endless ways to play and display with Dragon Ball Dragon Stars figures
  • Looks just like the show - Dragon Stars figures have detailed deco and sculpting to make sure each figure come to life in your hands, and look just like your favorite characters in the anime.
  • More than just the figure - every figure comes with character specific accessories and 2 sets of interchangeable hands, perfect for different poses, battles, and staged scenes
  • Collectible Package - anime inspired packaging that looks as good on your shelf as the figures do in your hands
  • Collect them all - with over 70 characters to choose from in the Dragon Stars line, there are endless amounts of fight scenes to recreate and power ups to achieve. More figures added every year.

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The ceremony was, as always, needlessly elaborate. The Human carefully extracted the spiky-haired effigy from its transparent prison, making cooing noises about "mint condition" and "detailed deco." I watched from my velvet cushion, feigning sleep but cataloging every detail. The thing stood on the coffee table, an orange-and-blue eyesore, its painted-on eyes staring blankly into the middle distance. It was an affront to the carefully curated minimalist aesthetic I try to maintain in my living room. The Human posed it, bending one arm up as if waving, and then left the room, presumably to fetch my mid-afternoon snack of poached salmon. This was my chance. I approached the table not with a pounce, but with the measured gait of a bomb disposal expert. My initial probe was a gentle tap of the paw against its leg. It wobbled but, disturbingly, did not fall. The Human had mentioned its "20 plus points of articulation" allowed it to "stand on its own." A bold claim, and one I intended to disprove. I gave it a more forceful shove with my nose. The figure pivoted at the waist, its arm swinging wildly before it finally, satisfyingly, toppled onto the polished wood with a light clatter. A small victory. But as it lay there, defeated, I noticed something remarkable. Its hand had come off. A tiny, clenched fist lay separate from the main body. My cynicism melted away, replaced by pure, predatory focus. This was not just a statue; it was a puzzle. A vessel containing smaller, more interesting toys. I ignored the larger fallen form and nudged the tiny plastic hand with my nose. It skittered. My tail gave a triumphant twitch. I batted it, and it shot under the antique credenza, a place of shadows and lost treasures. The Human eventually returned, sighed, and put the doll back on the shelf, reattaching its limb. But he didn't see what I saw. He saw a collectible. I saw a challenge. This Goku figure wasn't the toy. It was the delivery system. Its purpose was to hold onto those delightful little hands until I, Pete, decided it was time to liberate them. The Spiky-Haired Intruder had earned its place, not as an object of admiration, but as the worthy opponent in a long and strategic game of disassembly. I settled back on my cushion, giving a slow, thoughtful blink. The hunt was on.

Lotería: Dragon Ball Z, Traditional Mexicana Game of Chance, Bingo Style Game Featuring Artwork & Illustrations from the Popular Anime Series Dragon Ball Z, Inspired by Spanish Words & Mexican Culture

By: USAOPOLY

Pete's Expert Summary

My human has presented me with yet another box of colorful cardboard, this one filled with pictures of spiky-haired men who appear to be yelling. They call it "Lotería," some sort of human ritual where they stare at these cards and shout in two different languages, which is dreadfully disruptive to my napping schedule. I see no feathers, no strings, and no crinkle material. From my discerning perspective, this is a collection of glorified, oversized coasters. However, the game does seem to require the humans to sit still for an extended period, freeing up the premium sofa space. The small, bean-like tokens they use to mark their cards might have some potential for being batted under the fridge, but as a whole, this "game" is a frivolous distraction for my staff, not a worthy toy for a cat of my caliber.

Key Features

  • Immerse yourself in the Twelve Universes with Lotería: Dragon Ball Z! Match iconic characters, items, and locations in this bilingual twist on the classic game of Bingo.
  • Play in both English and Spanish! This Dragon Ball Z-themed Lotería game is perfect for fans looking to enjoy a fun, educational, and cultural experience.
  • Victory awaits as you match images on your tablas with legendary Dragon Ball Z characters like Goku, Vegeta, and Frieza, along with iconic items and locations.
  • Lotería offers a blend of luck and learning, making it a great addition to any Dragon Ball Z fan’s collection.
  • Whether you're a seasoned Dragon Ball Z enthusiast or new to the series, this bilingual Lotería game offers an exciting way to engage with the beloved franchise.

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The evening began with the ominous tearing of plastic wrap, a sound that rarely heralds anything good for me. My human, whom I permit to serve my meals, unboxed a collection of flat, glossy squares and a bag of what looked like yellow plastic lentils. "Lotería!" they chirped, laying the garish portraits of angry, muscle-bound figures across the living room rug. My rug. I watched from the arm of the sofa, tail twitching in silent, judgmental protest as they began their strange ceremony, calling out names that sounded like sneezes and appetizers—"Goku," "Piccolo," "El Nopal." They were utterly absorbed, placing the little yellow discs—their "fichas"—onto the matching images with far too much enthusiasm. I had dismissed the entire affair as nonsense until one of the discs, fumbled by a clumsy hand, skittered across the hardwood. It slid into the shadowed realm beneath the bookshelf, a sliver of captured lamplight in the dusty dark. The humans didn't notice. But I did. A challenge. A rescue mission. This was no longer about their game; it was about liberating that glint of trapped gold. With the fluid grace they so sorely lack, I slipped from my perch. I was a grey ghost against the dark wood, my tuxedo front the only hint of my presence. The humans were now shouting "¡Buu!" and "¡Lotería!", their focus absolute. Perfect. I crept toward the bookshelf, my whiskers testing the space. A single, practiced paw, armed with needle-sharp claws I keep impeccably maintained, hooked the edge of the disc. I drew it out from its prison, a smooth, cool circle against my paw pad. Victory. The disc was mine. I nudged it with my nose, then sent it skating across the floor with a satisfying tap. It spun and slid, a silent, personal amusement far superior to their noisy, static game. They could keep their shouting warriors and colorful cards. I had claimed the true prize of the Dragon Ball Z Lotería. This small, perfect token understood the simple elegance of a good chase. It was, I decided, worthy. The rest was just packaging.

TeeTurtle Dragon Ball Z 3" Reversible Plush Mystery Box - Officially Licensed Cute Kawaii Anime Soft Stuffed Animal

By: TeeTurtle

Pete's Expert Summary

So, my human has acquired a small, soft object from a company named TeeTurtle, which apparently specializes in these things. It's a "mystery box," a concept designed to entertain simple minds, containing a 3-inch plush that can be turned inside out to reveal a different version of itself. The entire "Dragon Ball Z" aspect is, of course, meaningless human nonsense, but the physical properties are what matter. Its small, roundish form is promising for batting across the hardwood floors, and its softness suggests a satisfying mouth-feel. The primary question is whether its reversible nature is a genuinely engaging feature or just a two-second gimmick before it becomes yet another dust-gatherer under the armchair. It has potential, but my expectations, as always, are appropriately low.

Key Features

  • DOUBLE THE FUN: Flip these reversible plushies inside out…it’s like you have two plushies in one!
  • ADORABLE MYSTERY: Each plushie blind box contains a surprise reversible plushie, in a 3” size
  • COLLECT THEM ALL: Collect all 6 plushies, and you’ll always have the perfect plushie to match your mood!
  • FOR KIDS & ADULTS: Both kids and adults love reversible plushies. They’re perfect for ages 0 and up.
  • DRAGON BALL Z: These Mystery Boxes are the perfect gift to get your best friend for Valentine’s Day, birthdays, Easter Basket stuffers, Christmas, or any time you want to show someone you care!

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The air in the living room grew heavy, thick with the scent of cardboard and my human’s cloying anticipation. She placed a small, sealed box on the rug before me, a pathetic offering. I gave it a cursory sniff, registered the scent of a factory in a land I’ll never visit, and turned my head away with disdain. From the corner of my eye, I watched her tear it open. Inside sat a small, spherical creature with spiky black hair and a rather cheerful, vacant expression. It was soft, yes, but utterly unimpressive. Another piece of fluff to be ignored. My human, however, wasn't finished with her strange ritual. She picked up the little doll, cooing at it, and then, with a practiced motion, she pushed and folded it in on itself. The fabric inverted with a soft *shush*, and in a blink, the creature was transformed. The black hair was now a shocking, luminous yellow. The cheerful face was gone, replaced by a grim scowl, the eyes narrowed in what I could only interpret as a challenge. It was the same object, yet it was entirely different. A quiet observer had become a silent warrior. This... this was new. I rose from my sun patch, my tail giving a slow, deliberate twitch. This was no simple mouse. This was a creature with a hidden nature, a secret self. I approached it as it sat on the rug, now in its golden, furious form. It stared ahead, a pint-sized effigy of rage. I circled it, my gray tuxedo-pelted form a shadow against the floorboards. Was it prey? Was it a foe? It presented a strategic conundrum. To attack the placid one felt unsporting, but to ignore the fury of this new form felt like cowardice. With a surgeon’s precision, I extended a single, white-tipped paw and gently tapped the scowling face. It wobbled, then fell onto its side. I batted it again, sending it tumbling. Its anger was contained, its power purely aesthetic. I was the master of its transformation, the arbiter of its mood. I pinned it, flipped it back to its cheerful, unsuspecting state, and then, for my own satisfaction, back to the furious one. This was not a toy to be merely chased. It was an object lesson in duality, a worthy sparring partner for an intellect like mine. I picked it up by its spiky yellow head and carried my prize away, leaving the human to marvel at my profound judgment. It would do.

Dragon Ball Super Adverge Set 6 - SS Goku, SS 2 Gohan, Cell, Android 16 - Bandai Collectible Toy Figures Box Set

By: Bandai Namco

Pete's Expert Summary

So, my human has acquired a box of what appear to be miniature, angry bipeds from one of those screeching picture-shows he favors. This "Adverge Set 6" from Bandai Namco features four small, plastic statues with severe hairstyles and aggressive postures. At just over two inches, their size is intriguing; they are theoretically perfect for a swift bat-and-chase across the hardwood floors. However, the words "collectible" and "display" are ominous flags. It suggests these are not toys for *playing* but artifacts for *staring*, destined to gather dust on a shelf until I, in my infinite wisdom, decide to test their durability and aerodynamic properties. Their appeal is entirely based on their potential for gravity-assisted relocation, but I suspect they are too dense for a satisfying skitter. A classic case of my human wasting money on things meant to be looked at, not hunted.

Key Features

  • Dragon Ball ADVERGE delivers high quality stylized mini figures of your favorite characters from the Dragon Ball Super anime series
  • Set of four stylized collectible figures, each approximately 2.2 inches tall​
  • Meticulously sculpted and detailed to capture specific features from the anime
  • Includes fan favorite heroes and villains!​ Perfect for display at home or at the office​
  • Collect multiple sets and grow your collection. Each set sold separately​. Ages 8+

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The box was opened with a reverence usually reserved for the sacred can of tuna. My human placed the four figures on the mantelpiece, arranging them in a little line of silent conflict. He called it the "Cell Games Saga," which sounded dreadfully boring. I watched from the arm of the sofa, my tail giving a slow, judgmental thump-thump-thump against the cushion. They were motionless, of course. The two with the ridiculous yellow hair seemed to be shouting silently, the large, blocky one stood like a piece of furniture, and the spotted green one… he looked smug. I did not care for his aura. Later that night, with the human snoring softly in the other room, I decided to conduct a formal inspection. A silent leap brought me to the mantel, my paws making no sound on the wood. I stood before the tiny assembly, a gray tuxedoed giant in their plastic world. I leaned in to sniff the green one, "Cell." He smelled of vinyl and disappointment. I gave him a soft poke with one unsheathed claw. He wobbled but held his ground, his painted-on smirk mocking my effort. A challenge, then. This would not be a game of brute force. This was a test of physics, a domain I command with absolute authority. I turned my attention to the yellow-haired figure at the end of the line, the one my human called "Goku." He was balanced precariously close to the edge. I didn't swat him. That would be too crude. Instead, I placed my paw deliberately behind him and applied slow, steady pressure. He tilted, caught the light for a single, dramatic moment, and then plunged into the abyss. The landing was a soft, unsatisfying *thump* on the thick rug below. I peered over the edge. The fallen champion simply lay there, his silent scream now directed at the ceiling fibers. I had proven my point. These were not worthy adversaries or thrilling prey. They were glorified paperweights, their only value derived from the brief, fleeting joy of knocking them over. I left the fallen one where he lay, a warning to the others. Their fate was sealed: to wait, in their silent, smug tableau, for the next time I grew bored. They were not toys; they were merely props in my grand, domestic theater.

Bandai Namco - Dragon Ball Super - Goku Ultra Instinct, Dragon Ball Evolve 5" Action Figure

By: Bandai Namco

Pete's Expert Summary

My human has presented me with a small, plastic effigy of some sort of warrior with alarming, silver-white hair. It’s a "Goku," apparently, from a company called Bandai Namco, who I know are specialists in creating the flashing light boxes that steal my human’s attention. This five-inch figure is, I suppose, the right size for a satisfactory batting session across the hardwood floor. They boast of its "amazing articulation," which to me, means its limbs can be contorted into amusingly helpless positions before I administer the final shove off the coffee table. While its stoic expression is a bore, the sheer potential for posing it in a state of surrender before its inevitable fall makes it a moderately interesting prospect, far superior to a simple, non-bendable lump of plastic.

Key Features

  • Bandai’S Exciting Dragon Ball Super Evolve 5-Inch Figure: Fans And Collectors Of All Ages Will Be Thrilled By This 5-Inch Figure That Allows Them To Step Into The World Of Dragon Ball Super
  • Design Inspired By Popular Anime Tv Series: Bandai’S Dragon Ball Super Evolve Figure Is So Authentic And Realistic You Can Recreate The Epic Battles And Favorite Moments From The Tv Show
  • Amazing Articulation And Realistic Details: These High-Quality, Well-Crafted 5-Inch Scale Figures Have Over 16 Points Of Articulation And Are Perfect For Pose, Play Or Display
  • A Whole Dragon Ball World At Home: Fans Can Find More Dragon Ball Evolve Figures And Collect Them All To Build Their Own Complete Dragon Ball World, Exclusively From Bandai (Each Figure Sold Separately)

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The case landed on my desk—which is to say, the sun-warmed spot on the human's mahogany desk—on a Tuesday. The dame, my human, placed the suspect in the lineup with a reverence I usually reserve for a freshly opened can of tuna. He was a new player in my territory, a five-inch tough guy with hair the color of a winter sky and a stare that could curdle milk. The box said "Bandai," a name I recognized. They were in the business of distraction, and this little statue was their latest racket. I gave him a preliminary tap with a single claw. He didn't budge. Sturdy. I began my interrogation. A slow, deliberate circle. My pristine white tuxedo was a stark contrast to his garish orange pants. I sniffed. He smelled of industry and plastic, a soulless scent. I moved in, applying pressure to his arm. It bent. Then it bent again at the wrist. A double-jointed wiseguy. I tested a leg. It kicked out, a silent, insolent gesture of defiance. The file said he had over sixteen points of articulation. Sixteen ways to resist, sixteen ways to pose. This wasn't some cheap goon; this was a professional. He was built to move, to fight, to be positioned. He was built to be a challenge. He wasn't talking. Fine. Words are for the weak. I decided to send a message. Using my nose and a delicate paw, I began to rearrange him. I pushed his arms up, a classic "stick 'em up" pose. I bent his knees, forcing him into a comical squat. He was now a monument to my authority, a ridiculous-looking idol frozen in a moment of utter defeat. He held the pose perfectly, a testament to his high-quality construction, which only made his humiliation more profound. His purpose was clear now. He wasn't a friend. He wasn't a foe. He was a prop. A highly-engineered, perfectly balanced, gloriously posable prop for the greatest drama of all: my entertainment. With a final, satisfied flick of my tail, I nudged him. He tipped over the edge of the desk, his journey to the floor a silent, graceful arc. He landed with a muted *clack* on the Persian rug. I peered over the edge. He lay there, one arm twisted behind his back, still looking dignified. He could take a fall. As far as I was concerned, the case was closed. He was worthy.

Bandai Namco - Dragon Ball Super - Super Saiyan Blue Vegitto, Limit Breaker 12" Action Figure

By: Bandai Namco

Pete's Expert Summary

My human seems to have acquired another plastic effigy, this one a rather large specimen from a brand called Bandai Namco. It’s a 12-inch “action figure,” which is human-speak for a doll they’re not embarrassed to own. This one features ludicrously spiky blue hair and an intense stare, apparently from some noisy animated show they enjoy. The packaging was briefly interesting for its crinkling sounds, but the figure itself is just a sizable, rigid piece of plastic. It boasts a mere five points of articulation, a pitifully small number that hardly allows for dynamic posing. While its durability might make it a decent candidate for being knocked off a high shelf, an activity I occasionally indulge in for scientific purposes, it lacks any feathers, fur, or tantalizing motion. It seems destined to be another dust-gathering sentinel on the bookshelf, a complete waste of my valuable energy.

Key Features

  • BANDAI’S DRAGON BALL SUPER LIMIT BREAKER 12-INCH FIGURE: Fans, collectors and kids of all ages will be thrilled by Bandai’s Dragon Ball Super Limit Breaker figure. It brings the exciting world of Dragon Ball Super right into your home.
  • DESIGN INSPIRED BY THE POPULAR ANIME TV SERIES: The 12-inch Bandai’s Dragon Ball Super Limit Breaker has a super authentic look so you can recreate your favorite scenes from the TV show. It is both playable and durable and will survive any battles you put it through.
  • COOL ANIME INSPIRED PACKAGING: Figure comes packaged with impressive Japanese inspired design.
  • AUTHENTIC ARTICULATION AND REALISTIC DETAILS: High quality, well-made 12-inch figure has 5 points of articulation for you to perfectly pose, play and display your love of the character and the world of Dragon Ball Super.
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A Tale from Pete the Cat

The monolith arrived in a box of loud colors and strange, angular script. My human called it "Vegitto," a name that sounded like a poorly conceived vegetable dip. With a grunt of effort, the human placed it on the mantelpiece, a sacred space usually reserved for framed pictures of my own glorious self and that one hideous vase I've been planning to shatter for months. This new idol stood there, a foot tall, its molded orange tunic stark against the cream-colored wall. It didn't move. It didn't blink. It just stared into the middle distance with a smug, plastic confidence, its crest of blue hair defying gravity in a way that felt like a personal insult to my own sleek, perfectly groomed fur. For two days, it was a silent standoff. I would recline on the velvet armchair, fixing it with my most withering gaze, and it would give nothing back. It was an intruder, a silent, azure-crowned usurper of attention. On the third night, under the low light of a single lamp, I decided to conduct a formal inquiry. I leaped silently onto the mantel, my paws making no sound on the wood. I circled the figure, sniffing its base. It smelled of factory and disappointment. I nudged its leg with my nose. It was hard, unyielding. This was no rival; this was an obstacle. An inanimate, garish challenge. My investigation moved to its so-called "articulation." I raised a paw, claws carefully sheathed, and batted at its arm. The limb swung forward with a stiff, unsatisfying click, then stopped. I batted it again. Click. It swung back. That was it. Five points of movement, five potential clicks. It wasn't a dance, it was a metronome of mediocrity. A profound sense of ennui washed over me. This thing wasn't a threat, nor was it a toy. It was just... there. A monument to my human's baffling hobbies. With a final, disdainful flick of my tail that sent a ripple through the air around its stupid blue hair, I leaped down. My verdict was clear: the monolith could keep its watch. It was far too boring to destroy and far too rigid to be of any interest. I had naps to attend to that were infinitely more complex and rewarding.