Pete's Expert Summary
So, my human, in their infinite and often baffling wisdom, has procured what appears to be a garishly painted vehicle and a small, grinning statue. It's a "McFarlane Toys Gold Label Exclusive," which is human-speak for "expensive dust-collector designed never to be touched." The little purple car might have wheels, offering a fleeting moment of potential skittering fun across the hardwood, but its true purpose is to sit on a shelf and be admired from afar. The small, clown-faced man is the only object of real interest; he's the perfect size to be batted under the sofa and declared "lost forever." Ultimately, this is a monument to my human's strange hobbies, a waste of perfectly good space that could be used for a sunbeam or, more importantly, me.
Key Features
- McFarlane Gold Label Amazon Exclusive
- Batman and Robin's iconic ride has been given a villainous makeover by none other than The Joker himself. This hi-tech and stylish vehicle is ready to power on with the touch of a button, boasting gadgets galore to outsmart any adversary.
- The Joker’s transformation into the Clown Prince of Crime is complete his comic look and jokerized cape. His crimes are laced with pranks and jokes that only he finds amusing, leaving chaos and mayhem in his wake.
- Despite his whimsical appearance, The Joker is a formidable foe for Batman and Gotham City, ready to unleash his brand of madness at any moment.
- Join the eternal battle between good and evil as Batman faces off against The Joker in a showdown that will shake Gotham City to its core. Expand your collection and embrace the chaos with these iconic figures from McFarlane Toys.
- Includes vehicle, figure and key accessory
- Collect all McFarlane Toys DC Retro Figures
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The Unboxing was, as always, a ceremony of crinkling plastic and strained cardboard groans. I observed from my post on the back of the sofa, tail giving a slow, judgmental twitch. My human placed the two objects on the low table in the center of the room—the lurid purple chariot and its grinning, green-haired driver. They called him "The Joker." A foolish name. He didn't move, didn't blink. He simply stood there, a tiny, silent sentinel of bad taste. My human fiddled with it for a moment, then, as they so often do, got distracted by the glowing rectangle in their pocket and left the room. The stage was set. The audience of one was ready. I descended from my perch with the practiced silence of my ancestors. The rug was a vast, open plain, and the table a strange mesa upon which this new drama was unfolding. I approached the little man first. He smelled of industry and paint, a sterile and unappetizing aroma. His smile was a permanent fixture, an unnerving rictus. I extended a single, perfect claw and gently tapped his cape. It was hard plastic, unyielding. There was no life here, no sport. He was not prey. He was merely… an obstacle. A poorly sculpted piece of scenery. My attention shifted to the larger prize: the vehicle. It was an absurd contraption, all sharp angles and grotesque fins, painted in colors that offended my sophisticated gray-and-white sensibilities. This was the so-called "Batmobile," but it had been vandalized by a clown. I circled it, my whiskers brushing against its smooth, cool sides. I nudged a wheel with my nose. It rolled, but sluggishly, without the satisfying, chaotic speed of a proper bottle cap. I saw a small button on its hood. My human had pushed it earlier. Curiosity, that most troublesome of feline instincts, took hold. I pressed the button firmly with my nose. A weak, tinny cackle erupted from a hidden speaker, accompanied by the flash of a single, pathetic red light. The sound was an insult, a cheap imitation of true madness. This was it? This was the grand secret of the machine? The "gadgets galore"? It was a fraud. The entire performance was a sham. The actor was lifeless, the set was gaudy, and the special effects were a joke that wasn't even funny. With a soft "mrrrow" of pure, unadulterated disdain, I turned my back on the pathetic tableau. I hopped onto the far cushion of the sofa, curled into a perfect circle, and decided to create something far more compelling: a truly magnificent nap. This toy was not worthy.
