Pete's Expert Summary
So, my Human has procured another plastic man-doll, this one from a syndicate known as "G.I. Joe." It's a "Cobra Viper," a name with a rather delightful, villainous hiss to it. For a creature of my discerning tastes, the primary figure—a six-inch blue fellow—is somewhat oversized for a proper hunt, though its many joints suggest it could be contorted into amusingly undignified positions after being swatted from a bookshelf. The true value, however, is not the doll itself, but the treasure trove of *thirteen* small accessories. These are prime, Grade-A skitter-toys, perfectly sized for batting under the heaviest furniture and forcing the Human to his knees in a desperate search. While the main attraction may be a bit of a bore, its accompanying tribute of tiny plastic offerings makes this a potentially worthwhile endeavor.
Key Features
- YO JOE! G.I. JOE EXPLODES INTO A LARGER-THAN-LIFE ERA WITH 6 INCH ACTION FIGURES: The G.I. Joe Classified Series evolves the retro toy figures fans know and love into a highly articulated 6-inch (150 mm) scale with premium deco and detailing
- CLASSIC COBRA VIPER-INSPIRED DESIGN: Features a classic deco and design of the Cobra Infanty trooper that fans of the original 1980s G.I. Joe characters will love and 13 accessory pieces inspired by the character’s rich history
- HIGHLY POSEABLE WITH PREMIUM DETAILING: G.I. Joe Classified Series Cobra Viper action figure set features exceptional detailing and articulation for cool poseability to create dynamic dioramas (some poses may require additional support)
- CLASSIC-CARDBACK INSPIRED PACKAGING: This Cobra Viper comes on a blister pack card with design and character art inspired by the classic A Real American Hero figure line that is perfect for display
- EXPAND YOUR COLLECTION: Look for other G.I. Joe figures and toys to build your roster of heroes and Cobra villains (Each sold separately. Subject to availability.)
- TROOP-BUILD YOUR COBRA FORCES: Adding multiple Cobra Viper figures to your collection and posing them with their accessories allows you to send hordes of Cobra villains up against your heroic G.I. Joe figures
- A PERFECT PRESENT: This Cobra Viper figure makes a great gift for lifelong fans of G.I. Joe toys or for boys and girls who love action and adventure
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The breach occurred at 1600 hours, standard nap time. The sound was a horrific crinkle, the tearing of a plastic prison from its cardboard backing. My ears swiveled, my tail gave a single, irritated thump against the velvet cushion. From my perch atop the credenza, I watched the Human liberate the blue-clad intruder. He called it a "Cobra Viper," placing it on the polished surface of the coffee table. It stood there, a silent, helmeted sentry in the very heart of my domain, its tiny rifle held at the ready. An invasion. And I, Pete, was the sole guardian of this territory. I descended from my command post with practiced silence, my paws making no sound on the hardwood floor. I circled the table, a low growl rumbling in my chest. The intruder was rigid, unmoving, but its posture was an open challenge. The Human had left its "accessories" scattered around its feet like offerings. A backpack. Goggles. Various implements of plastic warfare. These were its supplies, its foothold in my world. I leaped onto the table, my gray tuxedo immaculate against the dark wood. I sniffed the figure. It smelled of industry and defiance. My first move was strategic. I ignored the main figure and focused on crippling its logistics. A gentle pat with a single, extended claw sent the small black rifle skittering across the table and over the edge, disappearing into the dark abyss beneath the sofa. One down. Next, the backpack. A more substantial piece. I hooked it with my paw and flicked it, watching it tumble end over end before landing silently on the rug. The enemy was now disarmed and unsupplied. All that remained was the soldier itself. It stood there, still impassive. This called for a full-frontal assault. I lowered my head, took two steps back, and charged. The impact was glorious. The "highly poseable" figure crumpled instantly, its articulated limbs folding in a chaotic heap. It clattered to the floor, landing in a posture of complete and utter surrender. I stood over my vanquished foe, the undisputed master of my living room, and let out a triumphant purr. This was no mere toy. This was a worthy adversary, a fantastic training simulator for repelling boarders. This "Cobra Viper" was, I concluded, a most excellent gift. The hunt for its remaining twelve accessories could begin at dawn.
