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Pete's Toy Box: Masters of the Universe

Masters of Universe Origins Action Figure Invisible Skeletor Cartoon Collection, 5.5-inch 1980s TV Villain, Detailed Clear Design & Alt Face Plate

By: Masters of the Universe

Pete's Expert Summary

Alright, human, let's see what plastic bauble has captured your limited attention this time. My initial analysis suggests this is a small, humanoid effigy, apparently depicting some sort of skeletal villain who has made the poor sartorial choice of being see-through. They call it "Invisible Skeletor." An oxymoron, if you ask me. It’s made by a brand that clearly panders to your species' obsession with its own youth. From my perspective, its primary appeal lies not in its "nostalgic" value, but in its composition. The translucent plastic might catch the afternoon sunbeam in a moderately diverting way, and the mention of "removable body parts" and a tiny helmet accessory suggests a high potential for creating clutter and forcing you to your knees to search under the furniture. It's likely another shelf-warmer, but its potential for disassembly is its only saving grace.

Key Features

  • ​This Masters of the Universe Origins Cartoon Collection Invisible Skeletor figure will bring back fond memories of the 1980s with its content-accurate look from the He-Man and the Masters of the Universe TV series.
  • ​This MOTU toy is a modern execution of the vintage look of He-Man's evil nemesis at 5.5-inch scale but 16 points of articulation for modern posability.
  • ​Invisible Skeletor's appearance, including his translucent appearance and removable invisibility helmet and cloak are inspired by the episode "Disappearing Act." He also comes with an alternate face plate accessory.
  • ​Removable body parts and armor on the Lord of Darkness provide mix and match possibilities with other MOTU Origins figures.
  • ​Fans will want to collect all the Cartoon Collection figures to form a nostalgic showcase that evokes the childhood wonder of the 1980s.
  • ​This MOTU Origins figure of Skeletor makes a great gift for Masters of the Universe fans ages 6 years and older.

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The human presented the thing to me with the reverence usually reserved for a fresh tin of tuna. It was encased in a crackly plastic tomb, which was briefly exciting, but then they extracted the figure. It was a man, but not. A skeleton, but clear, like a ghost made of ice. They cooed something about a cartoon from before I was born—a dark and barbaric time, I assume. They placed it on the forbidden territory: the highest point of the bookshelf, next to a dusty pot of fake grass. Then they left me alone with it. For an hour, I watched it from the arm of the sofa. It did nothing. It was the epitome of uselessness, a monument to poor spending habits. But then, the late afternoon sun slanted through the window, striking the figure. A fractured, shimmering rainbow bloomed on the white wall behind it. My tail gave an involuntary twitch. The light danced and flickered, a silent, colorful prey I could not catch. The statue was no longer just a statue; it was a prism, a manipulator of the very light I so enjoy bathing in. This required a closer inspection. A silent leap, a soft-footed tread across a row of books, and I was face-to-face with the ghoul. It smelled faintly of chemicals and human fingerprints. I nudged its strange, hooded head with my nose. The "invisibility helmet" was a flimsy piece of plastic that rattled. One delicate, precise tap from my paw sent it tumbling. It skittered off the edge of the shelf and vanished into the shadows below. Excellent. The human would be searching for that for days. The figure itself was now less interesting, but I noticed its arm was bent at a strange angle. The human had "posed" it. I gave the arm a swat. Thanks to its "16 points of articulation," it swung wildly before the entire figure tipped over, clattering down behind the bookshelf with a satisfying *thump*. My work was done. As a toy, the clear skeleton was a failure. It was static, boring, and smelled weird. But as a *catalyst* for chaos? As a generator of small, lose-able projectiles and a tool for redecorating the vertical spaces of this apartment? In that, it excelled. I hopped down, stretched languidly, and settled in for a nap, dreaming of the frantic search-and-rescue mission the human would soon be launching. The toy isn't for me, but its consequences certainly are. It is worthy.
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Masters of the Universe Masterverse 7-Inch Action Figure, New Eternia Roboto, Motu Toy Hero with Clear Mechanical Torso, 30 Articulations

By: Masters of the Universe

Pete's Expert Summary

My human calls this a "collectable action figure," which is his species' term for "expensive dust-gathering statue." It is a plastic man, apparently a robot, with a see-through torso so you can observe its fake innards. This is meant to be impressive, but I can see my own perfectly functional innards reflected in the water bowl, which is far more fascinating. It boasts "30 points ofarticulation," yet I have never seen it so much as twitch an un-assisted limb, making it infinitely less playable than a stray sunbeam or a dropped ice cube. The small, detachable weapons are a transparent attempt to create choking hazards that the human will inevitably lose and then blame on me. Frankly, it’s a monument to wasted shelf space, a rigid, soulless effigy with none of the chaotic charm of a truly worthy adversary, like a moth or the human's own shoelaces.

Key Features

  • This Masterverse New Eternia collectable action figure of Master of the Universe hero Roboto is designed at 7-inch scale with 30 points of articulation and deluxe details.
  • Skeletor stole away with Man-At-Arms' latest creation, Roboto. Using his diabolical havoc magic, Skeletor reprograms the artificial intelligence to do his evil bidding.
  • With a transparent head and torso clearly showing off his internal robotics, this figure has exacting detail. A dial on his back makes the gears within move! An alternate face mask is included.
  • Roboto's gloves are removable to swap with forearm-attaching weapons – a blaster, a claw and a spinning bladed weapon.
  • The Masters of the Universe Masterverse collection celebrates MOTU content from Masters of the Universe: Revelation to New Eternia and Masters of the Universe: Revolution.
  • This combat-ready New Eternia Roboto figure makes a great gift for Masters of the Universe collectors 6 years and older who appreciate MOTU traditions updated with modern design elements.

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The monolith arrived in a transparent prison, which the human tore open with his usual graceless enthusiasm. He placed the subject—a gleaming plastic automaton he called "Roboto"—on the low table in the center of my domain. It stood there, arms akimbo, a silent, glassy-chested affront to everything that moves, breathes, and is worthy of being stalked. I watched from the arm of the sofa, tail twitching in irritation. The human twisted a knob on its back, and a few pathetic gears clicked inside its chest. A parlor trick. A mockery of the intricate, living machinery that constitutes a proper creature. He then replaced its hand with what looked like a tiny, inert ceiling fan, before abandoning it for his glowing rectangle. My investigation began under the cloak of the human’s distraction. I leaped silently onto the table, my soft paws making no sound on the wood. The subject smelled of polymers and distant factories, a sterile, unappetizing aroma. I circled it once, my white tuxedo immaculate against the dark wood. I extended a single, curious claw and tapped its transparent torso. *Tink*. A dead, hollow sound. This thing had no soul. I nudged its "spinning bladed weapon." It wobbled pathetically. This was no warrior; it was furniture. In a moment of profound ennui, I gave its leg a firm shove, expecting it to topple like the hollow idol it was. It merely shifted, its large feet granting it a stability I found deeply insulting. What was the purpose of this creature? It did not flee. It did not fight back. It did not dangle enticingly. It was the antithesis of play, a statue built to disappoint. I was about to dismiss it entirely, to turn my back and grant it the ultimate feline insult of utter indifference, when my eye caught something else. Lying beside the figure’s blocky feet was a small, secondary faceplate, discarded by the human in his haste. It was small, light, and curved just so. With a deft flick of my paw, I sent the spare face skittering across the table's surface. It shot off the edge, landing on the hardwood floor with a delightful *clack* and sliding with breathtaking speed. Suddenly, the hunt was on. The chase was a blur of gray and white fur, a mad dash across the polished plains of the living room. The plastic face was a perfect quarry—unpredictable in its trajectory, swift, and small enough to vanish beneath the sofa, presenting a worthy challenge. I eventually cornered my prize under the leg of the armchair, pinning it with a victorious paw. The large, useless robot still stood on the table, forgotten. The human could keep his stiff, articulated hero. He saw a collectible; I saw a container. He was welcome to the decorative husk. I had captured its soul, and it was a far, far better toy.
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Masters of the Universe Origins Action Figure Cartoon Collection Ram Man, 5.5-inch 1980s Motu TV Human Battering Ram, Detailed Design & Accessory

By: Masters of the Universe

Pete's Expert Summary

My human has acquired another plastic totem from their long-lost kittenhood, a garishly colored little man they call "Ram Man." Apparently, his purpose is to stand on a shelf and remind my staff of a time before their primary function was operating a can opener for my benefit. From my vantage point on the desk, I see potential. His 5.5-inch stature makes him a prime candidate for a gravity experiment, and the mention of "16 points of articulation" suggests he will flail about in a most satisfying manner on his way to the floor. The most promising feature is a tiny "idol" accessory; small, lose-able objects are my specialty. However, if this figure is immediately imprisoned in the Glass Fortress of Un-Fun Collectibles, it will be nothing more than a colorful waste of my waking hours.

Key Features

  • This Masters of the Universe Origins Cartoon Collection Ram Man figure will bring back fond memories of the 1980s with its content-accurate look from the He-Man and the Masters of the Universe TV series.
  • This MOTU Origins toy is a modern execution of the vintage look of the human battering ram at 5.5-inch scale, with 16 points of articulation for battle-ready poses.
  • Ram Man's Shokoti idol accessory is inspired by the episode "House of Shokoti."
  • Removable body parts on the flat-helmeted Heroic Warrior provide mix and match possibilities with other MOTU Origins figures.
  • Fans will want to collect all the Cartoon Collection figures to form a nostalgic showcase that evokes the childhood wonder of the 1980s.
  • This MOTU Origins figure of Ram Man makes a great gift for Masters of the Universe fans ages 6 years and older.

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The Unboxing was a ceremony of tedious reverence. My human, with the focus of a brain surgeon, carefully sliced the plastic prison and freed the stout, orange-and-green figure. He was placed on the corner of the desk, standing guard over a stack of flimsy papers. "Heroic Warrior," my human whispered. I yawned. Heroic to whom? He looked like a short, angry teapot. I watched from the sunbeam on the rug, feigning sleep, my tail giving only the slightest twitch of critical assessment. The helmet was absurd, a flat-topped bucket that surely offered zero protection from a well-aimed paw. His purpose seemed to be to stand there, radiating stiff, plastic inadequacy. Later, under the silent glow of a desk lamp, my opportunity came. I leaped onto the chair, then the desk, with a grace this "Ram Man" could only dream of. I didn't simply bat him over; that’s brutish, unsophisticated. I nudged him gently with my nose. He wobbled, his articulated joints giving way. One arm swung up, a leg bent backward. It was then I understood. He wasn't a warrior. He was a puzzle. A challenge of physics and manipulation. His removable torso parts and posable limbs weren't for imaginary battles; they were for my very real, very meticulous deconstruction. My work began in earnest. First, the little golden idol accessory was expertly batted into the dark abyss beneath the desk, a small tribute to the void. Next, I focused on the figure itself. I discovered, with a delicate paw-prod, that his upper body could be separated from his spring-loaded legs. A fascinating development. I spent the next ten minutes nudging the two halves of the "Heroic Warrior" to opposite ends of the desk, creating a small, silent diorama I titled *Existential Schism*. His helmeted head stared at the ceiling, while his legs stood ready to charge into nothing. When my human returned, they found the scene of my quiet triumph. There was a sigh, a muttered "Oh, Pete," and the sad, fumbling attempt to put the little man back together. But I had already rendered my verdict. This Ram Man was not a toy to be mindlessly swatted. He was an interactive sculpture, a multi-piece project offering a delightful combination of tactical displacement and psychological warfare against my human's sense of order. He was, against all odds, worthy of my attention. He will be disassembled again tomorrow.
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Masters of the Universe Origins X Thundercats Action Figure Skell-Ra, 1980s Skeletor & Mumm-Ra, 5.5-inch Posable, Sword, Swap Heads & Armor & Cape

By: Masters of the Universe

Pete's Expert Summary

My human has brought another garish plastic idol into my domain, this one a particularly grotesque fusion of a skeleton and a mummy, apparently from some ancient human lore called "the 80s." It's a "Skell-Ra" thing, a clumsy-looking doll with far too many small, detachable bits. While the main figure is too rigid and undignified for a proper hunt, its tiny sword and swappable heads have a certain... appeal. They're just the right size to be batted into the darkest recesses of this house, forcing the human to engage in a far more interesting game I call "Where Did My Expensive Little Plastic Thing Go?" It’s a passable distraction, but only for its components, not its intended, upright purpose.

Key Features

  • Skell-Ra, Ever-Living Evil of Eternia, has been created by a crossover of villains from two iconic 80’s brands --Master of the Universe’s Skeletor with ThunderCats’ Mumm-Ra.
  • Skeletor discovered the mysterious Black Pyramids on Eternia. Now, with the strength of Mumm-Ra, Skell-Ra the Ever-Living comes after the Power of Grayskull and he’s more dangerous than ever before
  • At 5.5-inch scale this figure has 16 movable joints and a double-ended Sword of Plun-Darr accessory. Swappable heads and armor transform Mumm-Ra to Skell-Ra, and back again
  • The swappable elements include a Mumm-Ra head and a Skell-Ra head, a cape that reverses from red to purple, a Skeletor-style harness and skirt armor, and a Mumm-Ra style harness, arm wrap and skirt armor
  • Character cards are included for Skeletor and Mumm-Ra. They fit together for a fuller picture
  • This figure will be a hit with MOTU and ThunderCats fans ages 6 yeas and up. Parts and gear are mostly modular with other Origins figures, ready to switch, swap and share

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The ceremony was brief and, frankly, insulting. The human, with clumsy, giant hands, freed the new creature from its plastic prison. He babbled at it, calling it "Mumm-Ra," and arranged its red cape and bandaged armor just so. Then he placed it on the Forbidden Shelf, a place of honor among other strange, static figures. It stood there, a grim little sentinel, holding its absurdly shaped sword. I watched from the arm of the sofa, my tail giving a slow, judgmental twitch. Another piece of plastic to gather dust. I was thoroughly unimpressed and returned to my nap. Later, under the silent glow of the streetlights filtering through the blinds, I decided a closer inspection was warranted. A silent leap, a soft landing, and I was prowling the length of the shelf. The air up here was different, thick with the scent of vinyl and the human's misplaced reverence. The Mumm-Ra figure was just as I expected: cold, stiff, and utterly boring. I nudged it with my nose. Nothing. But beside it lay a second head, a grinning purple skull with empty sockets that seemed to drink the shadows. It was a clear design flaw, leaving spare parts lying around. A flicker of inspiration, that familiar spark of delightful chaos, ignited within me. I gave the Mumm-Ra figure a firm pat with my paw. It teetered, its jointed limbs flailing uselessly before it tumbled backward. There was a faint *pop* as its head, poorly secured by the human, detached and rolled away. Now, this was interesting. The headless body lay there, its red cape askew. I nudged the discarded skull head with my nose, guiding it with the delicate precision only a cat possesses. It slid towards the neck peg of the fallen body, and with a soft *click*, it seated itself. The creature was transformed. I nudged the body upright. In the fall, its cape had flipped, revealing a rich purple lining that now matched its skeletal visage. It was no longer the mummy-thing. It was Skell-Ra. I had not merely knocked over a toy; I had facilitated a dark rebirth. The human thought he was the master of this universe, swapping heads and armor at his whim. He was wrong. I was the silent priest of this strange plastic cult, overseeing the true rituals in the dead of night. This... this was not a toy to be chased. It was an oracle. A puzzle box in humanoid form. Its worth was not in its pounce-ability, but in its potential for transformation. As a final act of consecration, I delicately hooked a claw around its tiny "Sword of Plun-Darr" and flicked it from the shelf. It skittered across the floor and vanished under the entertainment center. Let the human search for his idol's weapon in the morning. A worthy offering had been made, and this strange, changeable little statue had, against all odds, earned my intellectual curiosity.
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Masters of the Universe Origins & Thundercats Action Figure, Battle Cat Man Toy, 1980s Brand Crossover, 5.5-inch Posable with Battle Claws, Mini Comic

By: Masters of the Universe

Pete's Expert Summary

My human, in their infinite and baffling wisdom, has presented me with an idol. This "Battle Cat-Man," as they call it, is a grotesque plastic homunculus, an affront to my kind. It purports to be a warrior version of a noble creature, yet it stands on two legs like a common servant. It is a small, flimsy thing, riddled with joints that I suspect would snap under the slightest pressure from a truly determined jaw. The appeal, I suppose, lies in the many small, detachable pieces of armor and the tiny "battle claws"—trifles clearly designed to be batted under the heaviest furniture and lost forever. The included "mini-comic" is merely a square of crinkly paper, far less interesting than the tissue paper it was likely wrapped in. This is not a tribute; it's a parody, and I am not certain it is worth the effort to destroy.

Key Features

  • This Battle Cat-Man action figure is a thrilling crossover of the worlds of Masters of the Universe and ThunderCats, two iconic action figure brands from the 1980s. Battle Cat becomes a human warrior
  • After the destruction of Thundera, Battle Cat-Man crashed on Third Eternia and now proudly protects his adopted home world
  • This 5.5-inch scale toy figure has 16 movable joints for great battle poses and action moves and comes with battle claw accessories that fit over his wrist bracers. A mini-comic is included for story context
  • Battle Cat-Man’s armor is adapted from his feline form and is removable. It includes a helmet, 2 wrist bracers, 2 shoulder armor pieces, a harness, 2 armor claws and “fur”-trimmed belt/skirt armor
  • An included mini-comic illustrates the storyline that can ignite creative play and display across two worlds
  • MOTU and ThunderCats fans 6 yeas and up will want to collect all the figures -- the gear and accessories are mostly modular, ready to switch, swap and share Each figure sold separately, subject to availability

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The ritual began with the usual nonsense. My human, making a series of low, guttural growls and high-pitched "pew-pew" sounds, was hunched over the polished surface of the Forbidden Plateau—the coffee table. My tail gave a single, irritated twitch. I rose from my velvet cushion, a silent gray shadow, and flowed to the edge of the sofa to observe the sacrilege. There it stood: a miniature monster, a mockery of feline perfection. It wore the sacred green and orange of the wild tiger, yet its form was twisted into that of an awkward, two-legged brute. Its plastic face was frozen in a silent, idiotic roar. I watched as my human fussed over it, attaching tiny, absurd gauntlets to its wrists and perching a helmet on its head that couldn't possibly offer the same sensory awareness as a good set of whiskers. They posed its limbs, bending its 16 articulated joints into what they presumably thought was a "battle stance." It looked less like a warrior and more like it was desperately trying to catch something it had dropped. The smell of cheap plastic and factory paint filled my sensitive nostrils, a stark contrast to the rich aroma of my recent salmon dinner. This was an intruder, a false god placed upon an altar in my domain. Once the human was satisfied with their creation, they departed, leaving the imposter to stand guard over a coaster and a remote control. Silence descended upon the room, broken only by the hum of the warming box in the corner. I leaped down, my paws making no sound on the rug. I circled the table, my white tuxedo front immaculate, my gaze analytical. This "Battle Cat-Man" was an insult. Its claws were molded plastic, blunt and useless. My own were retracted, needle-sharp instruments of precision. Its armor was a cheap imitation of a coat, while my own fur was a masterpiece of softness and thermal engineering. I reached a single, deliberate paw onto the table's surface. With a flick of my wrist, a movement of pure, economic grace, I tapped the figure on its oversized head. There was no grand struggle, no epic clash. It simply toppled over with a pathetic clatter, its modular armor pieces scattering across the wood. The tiny helmet rolled to the edge and dropped into the abyss below. I sniffed at the fallen warrior. It was nothing. A hollow shell. I selected one of its shoulder pauldrons as a trophy, hooked it with a claw, and flicked it under the sofa. My point was made. It was a passable distraction for a moment, but unworthy of a true hunter. I left the plastic corpse where it lay and returned to my cushion, superiority affirmed, to dream of things that were actually worth my time.
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Mattel Masters of the Universe Origins Action Figure & Accessories Set, Stratos 5.5-inch Collectible Toy with Mini-Comic

By: Mattel

Pete's Expert Summary

So, the Large Biped has brought another plastic effigy into my domain, this one a garishly colored man-thing with wings. Apparently, it's a "Masters of the Universe Origins Stratos," which I can only assume is a title of some minor, long-forgotten nobility. It's made by Mattel, a purveyor of objects meant to be stared at by undersized humans. From my perspective, its "nostalgic" value is irrelevant. What matters is its construction. At 5.5 inches, it's a manageable size for a proper swat. The sixteen articulated joints suggest a pleasing degree of floppiness when knocked from a great height, and the assortment of small, detachable accessories—particularly the "Staff of Avian"—shows immense promise for being batted under the heaviest piece of furniture in the house. It may be intended as a static piece of human memorabilia, but I see it for what it truly is: a deconstruction project with a high-quality stick.

Key Features

  • This Masters of the Universe Origins Cartoon Collection Stratos figure will bring back fond memories of the 1980s
  • This MOTU Origins toy is a modern execution of the vintage look of the Avion-based ally of He-Man, but at 5.5-inch scale with 16 articulated joints for maximum posability and battle readiness
  • Stratos comes with his signature Staff of Avian, a removable chest harness with dual rockets in back and "feathered" arm wing accessories. A themed mini-comic provides story context
  • The Staff of Avian accessory is inspired by the episode "Reign of the Monster."
  • Fans will want to collect all the Cartoon Collection figures to form a nostalgic showcase that evokes the childhood wonder of the 1980s
  • This MOTU Origins Stratos makes a great toy for fans ages 6 years and older

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The air in my study—the one the humans mistakenly call their "office"—had grown stale. The sunbeam had shifted off my favorite napping rug, and I was contemplating a formal complaint when the human placed the interloper on the edge of the desk. He was a sentinel of cheap plastic, a winged primate in a garish red helmet, clutching a golden rod as if it were the last sardine in the world. He was an affront to the dignified gray-and-white aesthetic of my kingdom. I watched from the floor, my tail giving a single, contemptuous flick. The human posed him, one arm raised, a silent, static challenge. For an hour, I observed him from various angles. I lounged on the printer, pretending to be asleep, but one eye remained a sliver of green, tracking the invader's every motionless moment. This "Stratos," this Lord of Avion, held his ground, his painted-on eyes staring blankly at the wall. Was he mocking me? Did he believe his perch on the faux-wood precipice gave him some manner of authority? The audacity was astounding. This was my desk, my territory for observing the dust motes dancing in the afternoon light. It was time to conduct a formal inspection. With a leap that was silent poetry, I landed on the desk. The creature did not flinch. I circled him, my whiskers brushing against his "feathered" arm wings. The plastic felt cheap, but solid. I sniffed his feet, then his ridiculous chest harness. Nothing. No scent of prey, no hint of life. He was just a hollow pretender. My gaze fell upon his golden staff. *That* had potential. I extended a single, perfect claw and gave the staff a delicate *ting*. It vibrated in his plastic grasp. A second, more deliberate pat sent it clattering to the desk, a far more satisfying result. The winged fool was now disarmed, yet he stood his ground. This could not be tolerated. I lowered my head, lined up my shoulder, and gave him a firm, decisive nudge. He tipped backward, his articulated joints offering no resistance, and tumbled silently into the wastepaper basket below with a soft *thump*. I peered over the edge. There he lay, defeated, amongst crumpled papers and a discarded pen cap. His reign was over. I then turned my attention to the true prize: the Staff of Avian. It slid beautifully across the polished surface of the desk, a perfect toy won in a battle of wits and wills. The man-thing could stay in the bin; his stick, however, had earned its place in my collection.
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Masters of the Universe Origins Action Figure & Accessory, Serpent Claw Man-at-arms Figure & Mini Comic Book, 5.5 inCH

By: Masters of the Universe

Pete's Expert Summary

My human, in a fit of what I can only assume is nostalgia-induced delirium, has brought home a small, brightly-colored plastic man trapped in a clear box. They call him "Serpent Claw Man-at-Arms," a name so absurd it must have been conceived by a committee of particularly unimaginative puppies. He belongs to a so-called "Masters of the Universe" line, a laughable title considering I am the undisputed master of this one. This miniature gladiator is apparently "highly posable," with sixteen joints, which suggests he could be contorted into various satisfyingly undignified positions before being swatted under the sofa. He also comes with a tiny paper booklet, which might offer a moment of crinkly fun before being shredded into nesting material. While clearly intended for the human's amusement, the toy's potential for gravity-based experiments makes it marginally more interesting than, say, a dust bunny, but it will have to work hard to earn a spot in my busy schedule of staring at walls.

Key Features

  • MOTU is back for a whole new generation of fans!
  • Collection of 5.5-in action figures includes He-Man, Skeletor and lots more fan favorites for storytelling fun and display.
  • Figures are highly posable with 16 working joints.
  • Longtime fans will appreciate the retro-style packaging and the mini MOTU comic book that comes with each figure!
  • AA great gift for adult collectors and kids ages 6 years and older.

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The offering was placed on the mantelpiece, a silent, mustachioed sentinel watching over my domain. My human had freed him from his plastic prison and stood him between a framed photograph and a dusty vase, arranging his limbs in a pose they deemed "heroic." I watched from the plush comfort of the rug, utterly unmoved. This was just another piece of colorful clutter, another obstacle to navigate during my midnight patrols. I yawned, stretched my elegant gray limbs, and sauntered over to the small pile of dried catnip my human had left as a peace offering for ignoring me. One deep, heady sniff, and the world began to shimmer. That’s when I saw it. A flicker of movement from the mantelpiece. The plastic man, this "Man-at-Arms," wasn't still. One of his sixteen joints clicked, then another. His painted eyes seemed to follow me. The catnip had clearly opened a portal to another reality, one where inanimate objects held a grudge. He raised his comical green serpent-claw, not as an accessory, but as a weapon. He was challenging me, the true master of this house, for control of the high ground. The sheer audacity of it was almost impressive. With a grace that defies physics, I leaped onto the armchair, then to the back of the sofa, and finally landed silently on the mantel. We were face to face, or rather, face to chest, given our size difference. In my catnip-fueled haze, he seemed to grow, his plastic sheen glinting like polished armor. I saw not a toy, but a foe. I lowered my head, my whiskers twitching as I took his measure. He stood his ground, a testament to his well-engineered balance. I extended a single, perfect white paw, the claws carefully retracted. This would not be a battle of brute force, but one of superior intellect and physics. A gentle, calculated nudge was all it took. He teetered for a dramatic second, his posable arm flailing as if in protest, before pitching forward and landing on the hearth rug with a dull, anticlimactic *thwack*. His tiny comic book fluttered down after him like a sad, square-shaped leaf. Just as quickly, the world snapped back into focus. He was just a toy again, lying face-down on the rug, smelling faintly of a Chinese factory. The thrill was gone. My final verdict? As a warrior, he is a failure. But as an object whose sole purpose is to be knocked from a great height? In that, he excels. He may remain. His daily plummet will be a welcome addition to my routine.
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Masters of The Universe Motu Origins Necro-Conda Deluxe Snake Men Soldier Glows in The Dark

By: Masters of the Universe

Pete's Expert Summary

So, my human has acquired another piece of garishly colored plastic, this one purporting to be a "Necro-Conda," some sort of undead snake soldier. Honestly, the lore is entirely lost on me. What I deduce is a posable figurine meant for staging elaborate, silent battles on a bookshelf. From my perspective, its primary value lies in its potential for chaos. The glow-in-the-dark feature is a distinct point of interest for nocturnal patrols, turning a static shelf ornament into a potential beacon for a midnight pounce. The swappable lower half and multiple small, plastic weapons are a true gift—more tiny, high-value items for me to "relocate" to the mysterious dimension beneath the sofa. The soft cape is a promising chew-and-shred prospect, but ultimately, this is just another object waiting for gravity, and my paw, to introduce it to the floor.

Key Features

  • This MOTU Necro-Conda 5.5-inch scale action figure toy has glow-in-the-dark properties and a retro MOTU look that will take fans on a nostalgic trip back to the 1980s!
  • The undead ghostly solder of King Hiss rises from the dead skins of Snake Men soldiers to poison Eternia. This pack allows army-building, using the parts to customize different looking Necro-Condar soldiers!
  • This Snake Men warrior comes with both human-style legs and swappable serpent bottom. With 16 articulated joints, he's ready to lead evil horde troopers with maximum posability
  • The reanimated Snake Men Soldier's fanged mouth and eyes glow in the dark menacingly, as do his harness, skirt armor and boots. Place the figure approximately 5 feet from a light source for 30 seconds for this effect
  • Necro-Conda also has a soft goods hooded cape and is armed with a scimitar sword, a sword for seatling souls and a necro dagger
  • This special edition figure is built at 5.5-inch scale and makes a great army builder any existing MOTU Origins collection. An included trading card provides story context for the character

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The Unblinking One arrived in a box of loud, crinkling plastic, a scent that always promises fleeting amusement. My human, with the focused intensity of a kitten stalking a dust bunny, liberated the creature and began manipulating its limbs. It was a grotesque hybrid, a mockery of both man and serpent. For a time, it had legs, standing awkwardly on the mantelpiece, its tiny sword held aloft. I watched from the arm of the chair, tail twitching in mild contempt. Then, the human performed a strange surgery, pulling the figure apart at the waist and replacing its legs with a coiled green tail. This was marginally more interesting. A snake that doesn't move is an insult to the entire predator-prey dynamic, but at least it now looked the part. That evening, the true ritual began. The human held the Unblinking One up to the reading lamp, chanting the mystical words, "thirty seconds should do it." Then, the lights went out for the night. I was preparing for my customary deep-sleep pre-dawn patrol when I saw it. Across the darkened living room, a faint, sickly green aura pulsed from the mantel. It wasn't alive, not in the way a mouse is, but it was… watching. The fanged mouth and hollow eyes glowed with a venomous light, a silent challenge in the vast stillness of my domain. I moved without a sound, a gray phantom flowing over the rug. Leaping onto the end table, I surveyed my target. It was posed on its coiled tail, leaning forward, its soft capelet hanging just so. The glow was fascinating, a captured moonbeam reeking of factory chemicals. My skepticism warred with my instinct. This was not prey, but it was an *affront*. I extended a single, perfect claw and hooked the soft cape. I pulled. The figure tilted, rocked, and then plunged over the edge. It landed with a clatter that was deeply, profoundly satisfying. One of its accessories, a small dagger, skittered away into the darkness under the entertainment center, a trophy for my private collection. The main figure lay on its side, its glow now illuminating a dust mote. I sniffed it once. It was cold, silent, and defeated. A worthy adversary for a single, glorious moment of gravitational conquest. It could stay. For now, it served as a reminder that in this house, even the undead snake men are subject to my whims.
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Masters of the Universe Mattel Origins Turtles of Grayskull Action Figure & Accessories, Teela Collectible Toy with 16 Joints, TMNT & Motu Crossover

By: Masters of the Universe

Pete's Expert Summary

My human, in their infinite and questionable wisdom, has procured another plastic effigy. This one, a so-called "Teela," appears to be a warrior woman inexplicably allied with turtles, which strikes me as a baffling strategic choice. She is small, riddled with an unsettling number of joints—sixteen, they claim—and comes armed with various implements clearly designed for being lost under furniture. Her most egregious feature is a "fur-adorned" harness, a pathetic imitation of true feline magnificence. While the hard plastic body offers little satisfaction for my claws, the potential for batting her tiny, removable helmet across the hardwood floor holds some promise. Ultimately, her greatest value likely lies in the cardboard packaging, a far superior structure for contemplative sitting.

Key Features

  • This MOTU Origins Turtles of Grayskull Teela toy represents a thrilling crossover of the worlds of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Masters of the Universe!
  • As Eternia’s heroes mysteriously disappear, Teela is the planet’s last line of defense. She meets the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and now, armored to the shell, they are determined to find the lost heroes.
  • This 5.5-inch scale Teela action figure has 16 movable joints for great battle poses and action moves. Many of her parts and accessories are modular for swap and share fun!
  • Teela is helmeted and well-equipped with a Turtle-inspired shield, Sai-style sword, and savage-looking armor: a fur-adorned chest/shoulder harness, skirt armor and wrist bracers. Her head and armor are removable.
  • An included mini-comic illustrates the mashup storyline that can ignite creative action play across two worlds!
  • Nostalgic graphics on the box honor the heritage of TMNT while colorful illustrations set the multi-dimensional scene.
  • Turtles of Grayskull Teela makes a great toy for MOTU and TMNT enthusiasts. Fans will want to collect all the figures to combine, swap and share! Each sold separately, subject to availability.

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The perp was placed under the harsh glare of the living room lamp, a lone figure on the vast, polished plain of the coffee table. I approached with the quiet confidence of a seasoned professional, my white paws making no sound. She was a dame of contradictions: a helmet that screamed anonymity, but armor that shouted for attention, trimmed with a scrap of synthetic fluff that was a personal insult to my entire lineage. In one hand, a shield that looked like a turtle’s unfortunate relative; in the other, a Sai-sword, a toothpick with an attitude. She was a mystery, and I intended to solve it. My initial line of questioning was subtle. A slow, deliberate circle. I took in her scent profile: sterile plastic and the faint, dusty odor of a Chinese factory. A pro. She wasn't giving anything away. I moved in closer, applying gentle pressure with my nose to her shield. She didn't budge. Sturdy. Too sturdy. I noted her many joints, the unnatural way her limbs could be bent and twisted. She was all angles, no soul. A puppet waiting for a master. It was time to escalate. A classic good-cop, bad-paw routine. I purred, a low rumble of false reassurance, rubbing my cheek against the table leg. Then, with the speed of a striking viper, my paw shot out, not to topple, but to disarm. I hooked a claw around the Sai-sword. It came loose with a pathetic clink, skittering across the wood. A small victory. She remained silent, her painted-on expression a mask of infuriating calm. This was getting personal. There was only one way to make a suspect like this talk: the gravity gambit. A swift, calculated shove sent her plummeting over the precipice of the coffee table. The fall was undignified, a clatter of limbs ending in a dull thud on the rug. I peered over the edge. She had landed in a heap, her helmet rolling to a stop near the sofa's leg. Her secret was out: a vacant, orange-haired head. She was a shell, nothing more. The figure itself was a failure, an unworthy adversary. But the helmet... the helmet was a different story. Perfectly shaped, lightweight, and now tantalizingly out in the open. The case was closed, but the game had just begun.
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