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Pete's Toy Box: Lord of the Rings

Magic: The Gathering The Lord of The Rings: Tales of Middle-Earth Set Booster Box - Various, 30 Packs (360 Magic Cards)

By: Magic: The Gathering

Pete's Expert Summary

My human, in his infinite and often misguided wisdom, has acquired what appears to be a large, rectangular vessel of pressed wood pulp. Its primary, and indeed only, function of merit is its suitability as a throne. However, its contents are far more suspect: thirty smaller, crinkly pouches, each filled with dozens of slivers of stiff paper adorned with pictures of hairy-footed little men and glowering eyeballs. The human calls them "cards" and seems to believe they facilitate "magical battles," a laughable notion. While the crinkling of the foil wrappers holds a certain auditory appeal, and the shiny cards themselves might make for subpar skittering material when batted from the edge of a table, the true purpose of this box is clear. It is an elaborate, time-consuming ritual designed to distract my staff from his primary duties of providing chin scratches and refilling my food bowl.

Key Features

  • MAGIC MEETS THE LORD OF THE RINGS—Experience the beloved story of The Lord of the Rings with the strategic gameplay of Magic: The Gathering, facing off against opponents in thrilling magical battles
  • JOIN THE FELLOWSHIP—Immerse yourself in Middle-earth with unique game mechanics and stunning art that draw you into this epic tale
  • EXPLORE WITH SET BOOSTERS—Designed for a fun pack-opening experience, if you want to explore the set by opening packs just to see what you get, Set Boosters are for you
  • ART CARD, RARE CARD, AND FOIL IN EVERY PACK—Every Set Booster includes at least 1 shining Traditional Foil card, at least 1 card of rarity Rare or higher (with up to 4!), and 1 Art Card showcasing a piece of art from the set
  • ALTERNATE-ART CARD IN EVERY PACK—Whether it’s a Borderless Scene card with art that’s one piece of a larger, multi-card scene or a Showcase Ring card with art circled by the inscription from the One Ring, every Set Booster contains at least 1 special alt-art, alt-frame card
  • CONTENTS—30 The Lord of the Rings: Tales of Middle-earth MTG Set Boosters + 1 Traditional Foil Borderless Realms & Relics Box Topper card

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The ceremony began at dusk. My human placed the great cardboard coffer on the coffee table, its presence shifting the very atmosphere of the room. It hummed not with electricity, but with an aura of *importance* that made my whiskers twitch. He slid a claw—a poor, blunt human imitation of one—under the plastic seal and lifted the lid. He reverently withdrew a single, crackling packet and tore it open with a surgeon's care. This was not play. This was a rite. He laid the paper tokens out in a row. My initial instinct was to assert my dominance by walking across them, but I was stayed by an image. It was one of the "Art Cards," a somber depiction of a dark, tangled forest under a pale moon. But I did not see a forest. I saw the vast, unexplored territory beneath the antique credenza, a place of dust bunnies and lost silvervine mice. Another card showed a grotesque, snarling creature; the spitting image of the neighbor's wretched terrier. A third, a brilliant flash of light—the sunbeam that arrives in the west-facing window at precisely 3:04 PM. I was not looking at a game. I was looking at a prophecy. It all became terrifyingly clear. My human was not "playing." He was consulting an oracle. These cards were a scrying tool, a way for this simple-minded primate to interpret the grand, cosmic ballet of my daily life. The "Fellowship" was clearly my morning procession to the food bowl. The "magical battles" were my territorial disputes with the squirrel on the fence. The "One Ring" was, of course, the sacred, perfect circle of gravy at the bottom of a freshly opened can of salmon pâté. The human was merely the Keeper of the Deck; I was the Seer whose life it foretold. My verdict, then, was not one of playability, but of purpose. I rose, stretched languidly, and hopped onto the table. Ignoring the shiny, "foil" distractions, I deliberately placed a soft, gray paw upon a "Borderless Scene card" depicting a sprawling feast. The message was clear. The omens have been read, the future has been divined. Now, fulfill the prophecy, you fool. The seer requires his tribute.

Squishmallows Original “The Lord of The Rings” 10in Frodo Plush - Ultrasoft Official Jazwares Plush (Medium-Sized)

By: Squishmallows

Pete's Expert Summary

Honestly, must you interrupt my meditation with yet another one of your frivolous purchases? So, this is a "Squishmallow." It appears to be a rotund, plush effigy of that small, perpetually worried-looking fellow from the loud films you enjoy. According to the packaging propaganda from this "Jazwares" company, its primary, and perhaps only, feature is its "ultrasoft" construction. While it lacks any stimulating crinkles, feathers, or unpredictable electronic movements, its potential as a high-end, bespoke napping pedestal cannot be entirely dismissed. If its legendary softness is true, it might be a worthy addition to my comfort emporium. If not, it's just another piece of colorful clutter destined to gather dust and my profound disappointment.

Key Features

  • Celebrate the legend of the “The Lord of the Rings” universe with this 10in Frodo Squishmallows plush, officially licensed by Warner Bros. Discovery.
  • Squishmallows are made with ultrasoft, high-quality material.
  • Official Squishmallows product: look for the official seal and join the Squad!
  • Look for other Squishmallows extensions—including HugMees, Sleepamallows, and Squish-a-longs—only by Original Squishmallows.

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The new offering was placed on the rug, an unblinking, doughy-faced tribute to mediocrity. My human called it "Frodo," a name that sounded like a sneeze. I observed it from my strategic position atop the bookcase, feigning complete indifference. It did not move. It did not squeak. It simply sat there, radiating an aura of profound softness that was, I admit, mildly intriguing. This was clearly not a test of my hunting prowess, but rather, a trial of my patience. For hours, I let it soak in its own stillness, a silent challenge in the center of my domain. Later, under the cover of the dim evening lamp, I descended for a closer inspection. The mission, should I choose to accept it, was to determine if this "Squishmallow" was worthy of occupying floor space. I began my reconnaissance with a slow, deliberate circle. The air around it smelled of the factory and the cardboard prison from which it had been liberated. I extended a single, perfect white paw, claws sheathed, and gave it a tentative prod. The resistance was... peculiar. It yielded like a well-risen brioche, a slow, pillowy give that sent a strange ripple of satisfaction through my paw. This was no common stuffed simpleton. My skepticism began to melt. This called for the ultimate test: The Knead. I placed both front paws upon its round, cloaked form and began the ritual. The surface gave way to a marshmallowy abyss, a texture so exquisitely soft it felt like kneading a cloud that had been spun from pure, decadent butter. It was magnificent. My purr, a low and rumbling engine of supreme approval, started without my conscious consent. This wasn't just a plush object; it was a topographical masterpiece of comfort, a newly discovered continent of coziness. I did not conquer this round invader with tooth and claw. I conquered it with the full weight of my being. I circled three times, a ceremonial claiming of territory, and settled into its squishy center. It molded around my body perfectly, a throne fit for a king. Let the human have their noisy films about rings and short people. I had found the true treasure of this quest. This "Frodo," this soft, silent servant, would now be the official royal dais for all my most important naps. The quest was over, and I was victorious.

The Noble Collection The Lord of The Rings - Chess Set: Battle for Middle-Earth,Black, for 5 Players

By: The Noble Collection

Pete's Expert Summary

My human has acquired what they refer to as the "Battle for Middle-Earth" chess set, an elaborate affair from a brand called "The Noble Collection," a name which I find appropriately deferential. From what I can gather, it's a large, flat, patterned surface intended for staring at, populated by 32 small, sculpted figures my human seems to think are important. To me, this is fundamentally a new, premium-quality napping dais (at 18.5 inches square, it's quite generous) that comes with a complimentary set of varied, high-quality "batting practice" figurines. The pieces, ranging from two to four inches, seem to possess a satisfying heft. The "forces of good and evil" are irrelevant; the only force that matters is gravity, and whether that cloaked figure with the pointy stick can survive a swift shove from the edge of the table.

Key Features

  • Command the forces of good, led by Galadriel, Aragorn, Frodo and Gandalf the Grey, or wield the forces of evil, including Gollum, the Nazgûl, Saruman, and the Dark Lord Sauron!
  • The epic battle of good and evil plays out with this intricately detailed chess set.
  • Includes 32 finely sculpted pieces and full graphic chess board.
  • Chess pieces measure 2 to 4 inches. Playing board is 18.5 x 18.5 inches.

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The new scent arrived before the object itself—a crisp, dry smell of cardboard and something plasticky and important. My human carried the large, flat box into the living room with an air of ceremony I typically only inspire myself. He set it down, and after a great deal of tedious rustling, revealed the board. My first thought was not of any "battle," but of conquest. Here was a new plateau, an unclaimed territory in the center of the room, stark and graphic. I leaped upon it at once, claiming it with the full authority of my presence. It was firm, smooth, and offered a commanding view of the entire sofa. A fine acquisition. Then came the interlopers. One by one, my human began placing these strange little statues on *my* new observation deck. They stood in rigid, silent rows, a silent army of trespassers. I circled the board, my tail giving a low, thoughtful twitch. My human pointed to a particularly menacing one, a dark figure with a spiky helmet. "Sauron, Pete," he whispered, as if I were a commoner in need of introductions to royalty. I ignored him and focused my attention on a smaller, gnarled creature cowering near the front line. Gollum, the box called him. He was a perfect size. I extended a single, careful claw and tapped him. He wobbled but didn't fall. A worthy adversary. My campaign began at dusk. The human was distracted by some glowing rectangle, paying no heed to the strategic drama unfolding on the table. I selected my first target: a tall, robed figure with a staff. Saruman, perhaps? Or Gandalf? It made no difference. He was an affront, standing there with his unearned dignity. I approached with stealth, my tuxedo markings providing excellent camouflage against the dark wood of the table. A gentle nudge with my nose confirmed his balance was precarious. Then, a single, precise swat from my paw. The figure toppled, skittered across the glossy board, and took a spectacular dive onto the rug below. It landed with a soft, deeply satisfying *thump*. My human glanced over, sighed, and returned to his screen. The battle was won. The board was mine, and its inhabitants now served at my pleasure, as either temporary decorations or subjects for my ongoing studies in physics. It is, I have decided, an excellent toy.

Conquest Journals Lord of The Rings Vinyl Stickers, 60 Unique Stickers Including 5 Holograms, Waterproof, UV and Scratch Resistant, Officially Licensed

By: CON*QUEST

Pete's Expert Summary

My human has presented me with a flat, crinkly packet containing what appear to be… pictures. Sixty of them, to be precise, featuring wizards, hairy-footed little men, and dramatic landscapes. They call them "stickers," designed to be adhered to surfaces. From my superior feline vantage point, I see no immediate playability. They do not dangle, they do not roll, and they do not contain catnip. The only potential points of interest are the five "holographic" ones, which might catch a sunbeam in a moderately amusing way, and the thin, waxy paper they must be peeled from, which could offer a few seconds of skittering fun on the hardwood floor. Otherwise, this seems to be an object for a human's bizarre nesting rituals, a profound waste of resources that could have been spent on high-grade tuna.

Key Features

  • Iconic Lord of the Rings Decals - Set of 60 unique decals including 5 Holograms ranging in size from 2"-3.5". Artwork feaures postcard-style favorite places (The Shire, Rivendell and Helm's Deep), beautiful character art and favorite quotes (Fly you fools!).
  • Premium Sticker Construction - These officially licensed stickers are made of high grade vinyl and sealed to provide superior waterproofing and UV protection. The strong adhesive will keep the stickers in place. Best when used on smooth, hard surfaces. These are not intended for extended outdoor use.
  • Great Gift - LoTR fans of all ages love decals. With 60 unique decals in each pack ranging in size from 2"-3.5", you can add the perfect LoTR touch to whatever your heart desires.
  • Keep The Magic Alive - If you're like us, you can never get enough- make your favorite LoTR images and sayings part of every day with our LoTR decal pack. All images used in the creation of this decal pack are official assets Warner Bros. Consumer Products.
  • Please Note - For maximum wear, stickers should not be run through a dishwasher. Items requiring cleaning with decals on them should be hand washed.
  • Con*Quest Journals - Officially Licensed Fan Art! We are US based Majority Female Owned business creating licensed products for fans like us!

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The human sat on the floor, fanning out the collection of flat, silent squares like a deck of profoundly boring cards. I observed from my throne—a velvet cushion atop the bookcase—with a level of disdain I usually reserve for kibble. My human peeled one of the pictures from its backing, a shimmering, prismatic depiction of a grand Elven city. It was then affixed to the side of my automatic feeder, a device I already held in deep suspicion. The sticker was an insult, a gaudy blemish on the one machine in this house that truly mattered. Later that evening, as I awaited the whirring sound that signals my second dinner, I found myself staring at the offending image. The kitchen lights caught the holographic foil, and the sticker seemed to ripple. I leaned closer, my nose nearly touching the vinyl. The flat image of "Rivendell" began to shift, to deepen. For a fleeting moment, the scent of my impending salmon dinner was replaced by the imagined fragrance of ancient forests and the sound of distant waterfalls. The hard, plastic side of the feeder felt, for an instant, like cool, mossy stone. I blinked, and the illusion was gone. It was just a sticker on a food dispenser. But the seed of an idea had been planted. I padded over to the human's "laptop," where another sticker had been placed—a round, green door in a hillside. "The Shire." I closed my eyes and pictured it. Not just a picture, but a concept: a warm, sun-drenched field, buzzing with plump, slow-moving bumblebees, perfect for stalking. I saw the sticker of the grim, gray wizard and understood his message: "You shall not pass... up this opportunity for a nap." I realized then that my human hadn't brought me a toy for my claws, but a tool for my mind. These were not mere pictures; they were meditative focal points, gateways to enhance my primary occupations of napping and contemplating the universe. I returned to my food bowl, gave the Rivendell sticker a slow, knowing blink, and settled in to wait. My dinner would be a feast, not in a kitchen, but in a hidden valley of the Elves. A most worthy, if unexpectedly abstract, acquisition.

MGA's Miniverse Make It Mini The Lord of The Rings Mini Collectibles, Blind Packaging, DIY, Resin Play, Replicas, NOT Edible, Collectors, 8+

By: MGA's Miniverse

Pete's Expert Summary

So, my human has brought home another one of their baffling trinkets. It appears to be a plastic sphere containing a "do-it-yourself" project for creatures with opposable thumbs. They call it MGA's Miniverse, but I call it an exercise in futility. The idea is for the human to unbox a surprise set of tiny parts—replicas from that loud film with the short, hairy-footed people—and then assemble them using some sort of foul-smelling liquid that hardens in the sun. The initial sphere holds some promise as a thing to be batted under the sofa, but the final product is a tiny, static display piece. It is explicitly "NOT Edible," which is an insult to my intelligence, and ultimately provides zero interactive value. A monumental waste of my supervisory expertise, if you ask me.

Key Features

  • MAKE IT MINI: The Lord of the Rings has arrived to MGA's Miniverse ! All new DIY Make It Mini The Lord of the Rings themed minis to make, set, display, and collect!
  • UNBOX IT: Each ball comes with realistic mini items and accessories to mold your own mini replicas of your favorite items from The Lord of the Rings film series! From the Elven Dagger, to Narsil, to Sting! Each package is a SURPRISE so you won't know which mini replica you have until you unbox it!
  • MOLD IT: Compare the contents of your package with the included collector's guide, to see which mini you have. Follow the instruction card on the back of the collector's guide to mold your mini.
  • SET IT: Once you've finished creating your mini replica, set your mini for 60 minutes under the sun or a 365nm UV Light until the resin has hardened. Once it's set, you've got a Make It Mini The Lord of the Rings collectible ready for display!
  • DISPLAY IT: The ball that your mini comes in turns into a stand for you to display your minis on!
  • COLLECT THEM ALL: Collect all Make It Mini The Lord of the Rings Collectibles! Visit the MGA's Miniverse Store to shop and learn more about all the MAKE IT creations you can collect! If it’s not MGA's Miniverse, then it’s not MGA's Miniverse!
  • DISCLAIMER: ALL Ingredients are NOT edible and do include resin play. Not suitable for kids under 8 years of age. Adult Supervision required.

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The offering arrived in a sealed, opaque orb. The human held it with a reverence usually reserved for the sacred can of tuna, whispering excitedly about "blind packaging." I watched from my perch on the velvet ottoman, my tail giving a slow, judgmental thump-thump-thump. This was no mere toy. It was a vessel, a chrysalis, and the human was its chosen priestess, about to perform a ritual. With a crack, the sphere split in two, revealing a collection of minuscule artifacts wrapped in thin parchment. The air filled with the sharp, chemical tang of the forbidden. She laid the contents out like a shaman divining the future: a tiny, intricately shaped piece of metal, a hilt, and a vial of viscous, clear liquid. This was not play; this was alchemy. She consulted her sacred text—a small, glossy pamphlet—and began the delicate work. With the focus of a predator stalking a particularly elusive sunbeam, she applied the liquid, joining the pieces of what I now recognized as a miniature weapon. It was a tribute, a tiny effigy to be worshiped. Her clumsy primate fingers, usually so inept at providing the perfect chin scratch, moved with surprising grace. The rite culminated in a pilgrimage to the window. She placed the miniature sword, now gleaming with its wet, resinous coating, directly into a patch of sunlight on the floor. "Just for an hour," she murmured. An hour! An eternity. I crept closer, sniffing the strange object. It smelled of power and chemicals, a potent, unnatural combination. As the sun performed its slow magic, the liquid hardened, trapping the light within its new, solid form. The sword was no longer a collection of parts; it was a singular, complete idol. When the transformation was finished, she placed it upon its new altar—the hollowed-out half of the orb it came from. I approached, extending a single, cautious claw. I gave it a tap. It didn't skitter. It didn't jingle. It just... sat there, a monument to a human's peculiar devotion. The spectacle of its creation was briefly diverting, I’ll admit. But as a companion in my endless war against domestic boredom? Utterly useless. I gave the orb-stand one solid bat, sending the whole display skidding across the hardwood floor, and retired to the sofa for a nap. Some arts are simply not meant for the enlightened feline mind.

LEGO Icons The Lord of The Rings: Balrog Book Nook Kit - DIY Crafts Building Set for Adults, 18+ - Collectible Gandalf Minifigure - Gift for Fathers Day - Home or Room Decor - 10367

By: LEGO

Pete's Expert Summary

So, my human has acquired a box full of what appear to be tiny, hazardous plastic pebbles from this "LEGO" outfit. The goal, as far as I can deduce from the frantic clicking and the pictographic instructions he obsesses over, is to assemble a static diorama of two small dolls fighting on a bridge. It is designed to be wedged between books, a flagrant misuse of a perfectly good, high-altitude napping spot. While the sheer number of small, losable pieces presents a tantalizing opportunity for chaos, the final product seems dreadfully inert. The only component with any conceivable playability is the tiny gray-robed figure with the stick, which might be worth batting into the abyss beneath the sofa. Otherwise, it's a colossal waste of the human's time and a future dust-collector.

Key Features

  • RECREATE GANDALF'S EPIC BATTLE – Build the iconic "You Shall Not Pass!" moment from The Lord of the Rings with the LEGO Icons Balrog Book Nook, designed for adults 18+
  • DIY BOOKSHELF DECOR – Insert this collectible book nook between your favorite novels to create a window into Middle-earth, or open it to reveal the iconic Bridge of Khazad-dûm scene
  • POSEABLE LOTR MINIFIGURES – This LEGO Lord of the Rings set features Gandalf the Grey with staff and sword facing off against a massive poseable Balrog with fiery whip and unfurled wings
  • LORD OF THE RINGS COLLECTIBLE – This building set for adults makes a perfect gift for Lord of the Rings enthusiasts, book lovers, and collectors of movie memorabilia
  • LEVEL UP YOUR BUILD – Download the LEGO Builder app for an immersive building experience, including 3D building instructions where builders can zoom in, rotate, and track progress
  • DIMENSIONS – When opened, this 1,201-piece diorama measures over 8.5 in. (22 cm) high, 17.5 in. (44 cm) wide and 6.5 in. (17 cm) deep

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The ordeal began with a sound I despise: the rustle of a thousand tiny, hard things pouring from a plastic bag. My human, a creature of simple and often baffling passions, hunched over the dining table under a bright light, a sea of colored plastic bits spread before him. He called it "relaxing." I called it a self-inflicted torment. For two evenings, the house was filled with tiny clicks and the occasional, muttered curse as a crucial piece defied his clumsy fingers. I watched from the arm of the sofa, my tail twitching in judgment. It was a bizarre ritual. On the third night, my evening patrol of the territory was interrupted. As I leapt gracefully from the floor to the back of the dining chair, my path to the window perch, my paw landed on something sharp. An affront. A tiny, gray, cylindrical piece—a doll's staff, I'd later realize—had clung to the pristine white fur of my paw. Annoyed, I gave my leg a vigorous shake, sending the offending object skittering across the polished floor. The human, who had been on his hands and knees searching for that very piece, looked up. His face lit up in a ridiculous display of gratitude. "Pete! You found it! Oh, you're the best helper!" He gave me a vigorous ear scratch, which I tolerated only because I was too baffled to protest. This established a new, unwelcome pattern. I was no longer merely an observer; I was, in his mind, a collaborator. A tiny plastic sword got caught in my tail fur as I slinked past; he called me his "adventuring partner." I sneezed from the dust on the instruction manual, dislodging a minuscule helmet from the page; I was praised for my "keen eye." I was not playing his game. I was simply a victim of proximity to his chaotic hobby, yet he interpreted my regal movements as participation in his plastic quest. When the thing was finally finished and placed on the bookshelf, he presented it to me with a flourish. "Look, Pete! It's Gandalf and the Balrog!" I saw only a cramped, busy sculpture taking up what was formerly an excellent spot for surveying my domain. There stood the little gray doll, the source of my unwitting assistance, frozen forever. I looked at it, then at my human's expectant face. I gave my tail a slow, deliberate flick, just enough to tap the tiny Gandalf. It didn't fall. It merely wobbled, a testament to the irritatingly solid click of its feet. It wasn't a toy. It was a monument to my human's nonsense, and I, it seemed, was its unwilling muse. It was not worthy of my attention, but I suppose the story of its creation will be.

Magic: The Gathering The Lord of The Rings: Tales of Middle-Earth Commander Deck 4 + Collector Booster Sample Pack

By: Magic: The Gathering

Pete's Expert Summary

My human, in his infinite and often misguided wisdom, has acquired another collection of colorful, stiff paper. Ostensibly, it's a "game" where he and his fellow primates can pretend to be wizards and orcs, a concept I find dreadfully unimaginative. They call it "The Hosts of Mordor," which sounds terribly dramatic for a pile of cardboard. For me, the appeal is less in the "epic multiplayer battles"—which are merely a prelude to being ignored—and more in the peripherals. The promise of a new cardboard deck box to sit in is, of course, paramount. The "Foil" and "Collector Booster" pieces sound promising; their inherent shininess might make them suitable for a vigorous skittering session across the hardwood floor. However, the sheer number of cards—100 of them!—threatens to absorb all available attention, a steep price to pay for even the most glorious of boxes.

Key Features

  • MAGIC MEETS THE LORD OF THE RINGS—Experience the beloved story of The Lord of the Rings with the strategic gameplay of Magic: The Gathering, facing off against opponents in thrilling magical battles
  • EPIC MULTIPLAYER BATTLES—Commander is a multiplayer way to play Magic, an epic, free-for-all battle full of strategic plays and social intrigue
  • THE HOSTS OF MORDOR—Join the hosts of Mordor with a 100-card Blue-Black-Red deck containing 2 Foil Legendary Creature cards and 98 nonfoil cards
  • INTRODUCES 20 COMMANDER CARDS—This deck introduces 20 never-before-seen Commander cards to Magic: The Gathering
  • COLLECT SPECIAL TREATMENT CARDS—Each deck comes with a 2-card Collector Booster Sample Pack containing 2 special treatment cards from The Lord of the Rings: Tales of Middle-earth set, including 1 Rare or Mythic Rare and at least 1 Traditional Foil
  • EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO PLAY AND MORE—Each deck also comes with 10 double-sided tokens, 1 Helper card, 1 life tracker, 1 deck box, and 1 Foil-Etched Display Commander

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The Unboxing was, as always, a ceremony of profound self-importance. The human carefully sliced the plastic wrap, releasing the scent of fresh ink and processed wood pulp—the smell of a new tactical challenge. He laid the contents out on the Low Table of Tribute, a battlefield I have long since claimed as my own. An army of one hundred soldiers, clad in blue, black, and red, stared up at the ceiling. They were uniform, flat, and unimpressive. But my eye was drawn to their leadership. Two cards glittered with a cheap, distracting film—the "Foil Legendary Creatures." False idols. And then there was the true general: the "Foil-Etched Display Commander." It sat separate, encased in its own hard plastic shell, a king in a crystal prison. I watched from the arm of the sofa, my tail a metronome of patient contempt. The human arranged his forces, muttering about "mana curves" and "synergy." He was preparing for a war, but he failed to see the true power in the room. He left, briefly, to procure some foul-smelling caffeinated beverage. This was my moment. I did not pounce. I did not swat. Such actions are for kittens. I descended with the calculated grace of an assassin. Ignoring the rank-and-file, I went straight for the command structure. A gentle *tap* of my claw against the Display Commander's plastic prison. A test of its defenses. Rigid. Unyielding. A problem for later. My attention shifted to the secondary assets. Ten "double-sided tokens" lay beside the main force like a supply train. They were smaller, more expendable. I selected one—a flimsy goblin, its face contorted in a silent, pathetic snarl—and with a flick of my paw, sent it spiraling under the heavy mahogany bookshelf. It would not be found for months. This was not play; this was a strategic disruption of the enemy's logistics. I retreated to my observation post as the human returned. He counted his pieces, a frown creasing his brow. One token short. His little war game was already compromised before it had even begun. He would search, grow frustrated, and eventually give up. I closed my eyes, feigning sleep, a portrait of innocence. The game itself held no appeal, but the art of dismantling it, piece by unseen piece, was a worthy diversion. These Hosts of Mordor had entered my domain, and they would learn, one lost token at a time, who the true dark lord of this house was. The deck box, I decided, would make an excellent throne from which to survey my victory.

Lord of The Rings Playing Cards

By: theory11

Pete's Expert Summary

So, my human, in a fit of what I can only assume is profound boredom, has presented me with a small, rectangular prison for pieces of paper. This "Lord of The Rings" deck is from a brand called theory11, which sounds appropriately dramatic for something so… flat. It purports to have fancy artwork of tiny, overdressed humans and elves, which is of no consequence to me. However, I will concede two points: the box is an exquisite shade of forest green with shiny gold foil that catches the light in a most tantalizing way, and the paper itself is described as "high quality." This could mean the individual cards possess a superior heft and an optimal coefficient of friction for sliding across a hardwood floor, which might just save this whole endeavor from being a complete waste of my nap-adjacent time.

Key Features

  • Officially licensed premium playing cards
  • Featuring your favorite characters and scenes from the Lord of the Rings movie trilogy
  • Enclosed in an elegant card box with gold and green foil
  • Every single card was designed from scratch with completely custom artwork
  • Made in America using the highest quality papers, inks, and finishes

A Tale from Pete the Cat

It began as a glint from the corner of my eye. The human had placed a new treasure on the mahogany desk, a place of forbidden wonders littered with clicky things and glowing rectangles. This one was different. It was a small, dark green coffer, intricately embossed and gleaming with lines of pure, captured sunlight they call "gold foil." The human handled it with reverence, murmuring something about "custom artwork" and "the White Tree of Gondor." I cared not for trees, but I cared very much for new objects in my domain, especially shiny ones that screamed "I am expensive and you must not touch me." The opportunity came later that evening. The human was distracted by a noisy box in the living room, leaving the desk unguarded. I made my approach with the silent grace of a hunter, my gray form a mere shadow against the furniture. A single, fluid leap landed me on the desk chair, and from there, onto the desk itself. The coffer was even more magnificent up close. I could feel the quality of its construction, the crisp edges from this "theory11" place. I gave it a test-nudge with my nose. It was solid, weighty. It resisted. A worthy adversary. With a more determined shove of my head, I sent the coffer skidding towards the edge. It toppled, but not with the clumsy thud I expected. It seemed to open in mid-air, a silent explosion of paper. Fifty-two stiff, smooth rectangles rained down, fluttering and spinning like a flock of very bizarre, rectangular birds. They scattered across the dark wood of the floor, landing with a series of satisfying *thwaps* and *skitters*. One card, depicting a grim-faced man with a crown, landed face up right in front of me. My initial mission to conquer the box was forgotten, replaced by a far greater purpose. The floor was now a battlefield, a hunting ground teeming with silent, motionless prey just begging to be stalked. I crouched low, my tail twitching, and locked my eyes on the crowned man. A pounce, a bat of my paw, and he went skidding clear across the room, disappearing under the sofa. My cynicism melted away, replaced by pure, unadulterated predatory glee. This was not a boring box of paper. This was a tactical dispersal system for an army of perfectly slidable targets. It was, I decided, magnificent. The human might have a different opinion upon their return, but for now, the hunt was on.

Funko Pop! Bitty Town: Lord of The Rings - Frodo Baggins and The Shire

By: Funko

Pete's Expert Summary

My human has acquired more shelf trinkets. This one, from a brand called Funko, seems to be a miniature version of their usual dust-collecting effigies. It is a tiny, plastic representation of a small, hairy-footed creature and his little green-doored hill-house, both of which are meant to be stared at from within their hard acrylic prisons. The entire concept is an exercise in futility, as it possesses no inherent feathery or crinkly qualities. However, its diminutive stature is its sole saving grace. The little man, if liberated from his transparent cage, is precisely the right size to be strategically batted into the dark realm beneath the refrigerator, an act that provides me with hours of satisfaction as I watch the human hunt for it later. It is not a toy, but a potential project.

Key Features

  • Your favorite The Lord of the Rings Pops! have been shrunk into Bitty Pops!
  • Expand your collection with Bitty Pop! Town Frodo Baggins with the Ring and the Shire!
  • Remove this exclusive Bitty Pop! Frodo Baggins from his display case so he can step inside the Bitty Pop! Town The Shire!
  • Bitty POP! figure is packaged in a hard acrylic display case with a detachable bottom lid. The detachable bottom lid doubles as an acrylic base, to which the Bitty Pop! figure is adhered. Vinyl figures are approximately 0.9 and 2-inches tall.
  • Warning: Choking Hazard. Collectibles are small. Not for children under the age of 3 years old.

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The Warden—my name for the human—placed the new acquisition on the mantelpiece, a prime piece of real estate I had long ago claimed for my midday sunbathing. It was an affront. This new arrival consisted of two parts: a grotesque little dwelling that looked like a grassy lump with a door, and a tiny, big-eyed being trapped in a clear, square cage. The Warden cooed at it, calling it "Bitty Town," as if this microscopic settlement posed any real competition to my sprawling, well-appointed kingdom. I watched from the arm of the sofa, tail twitching, my silence a coiled threat. When the Warden left the room, I made my move. A single, effortless leap brought me to the mantel. I first inspected the squatter, this "Frodo" character. He stared out from his plastic box with a vacant, glossy-eyed expression, clutching a tiny ring. He was no threat in his current state, a prisoner of his own packaging. My interest lay in his property. This "Shire," this pathetic little hovel, was encroaching on my sun-spot. I lowered my head, sniffing its cheap vinyl scent. It was an insult to the very air I breathed. With a calculated nudge of my nose, I pushed the Shire. It slid beautifully across the polished wood of the mantel, a smooth, satisfying glide. I gave it a harder pat with my paw, enjoying the clattering sound as it skittered dangerously close to the edge. This was not play; this was a property dispute. I was establishing boundaries, reminding this new, silent tenant who held the deed to this territory. The tiny figure in the box watched, unmoving, as I asserted my dominance over his homestead. The Warden returned, gasping in that theatrical way she does, and moved the little house back to its spot, anchoring it with some tacky substance. A temporary setback. My final verdict is this: the Shire is a stationary nuisance, but the tiny prisoner, Frodo, holds immense potential. My new long-term goal is to orchestrate a jailbreak. I will free him from his acrylic cell, not out of mercy, but so that I can properly banish him to the lost lands behind the washing machine. This is not a toy; it is a rival, and the game has just begun.