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McFarlane Toys - DC Multiverse Camouflage Tumbler (The Dark Knight Rises) Gold Label Vehicle

By: McFarlane Toys

Pete's Expert Summary

My human, in their infinite and baffling wisdom, has brought another piece of sculpted plastic into my domain, this one a rather large, lumpy, camouflaged contraption they call a "Tumbler." Apparently, it's a vehicle from one of those noisy films where everyone growls. It’s designed to hold two of their precious dolls, though naturally, the main one must be purchased separately—a classic move by the Two-Legs to squeeze more treat money out of their own kind. While the sheer size of it might offer a decent new perch, and the promise of an opening cockpit suggests a novel, high-security napping bunker, I suspect its primary function will be to gather dust on a shelf. Ultimately, its playability seems negligible unless one counts the magnificent cardboard sarcophagus it will arrive in.

Key Features

  • THE TUMBLER is based on the theatrical smash hit THE DARK KNIGHT RISES
  • Tumbler is made to fit two 7" scale figures
  • Tumbler opens for cockpit access
  • Includes collectible art card
  • Collect all McFARLANE TOYS DC MULTIVERSE figures
  • *Bane figure SOLD SEPARATELY

A Tale from Pete the Cat

It arrived not as a toy, but as an omen. The human placed the angular, gray beast on the mantle, a space usually reserved for framed pictures of my less-impressive relatives (dogs, mostly). For days, it sat there, a silent, unmoving intruder. It did not chirp, it did not wiggle, it did not possess even a hint of catnip. It was a monument to stillness, an affront to my very nature. I watched it from the arm of the sofa, my tail twitching in profound disapproval. My human would occasionally pick it up, murmuring about "McFarlane's sculpt work" and fiddling with the cockpit canopy, a feature that intrigued me only for its potential as a shadowy crevice. One afternoon, during a particularly deep sunbeam-nap, a strange dream took hold. I was no longer Pete, the pampered lord of the manor. I was The Ghost, a whisper of gray fur in the urban jungle of the living room. My quarry: a half-eaten bag of salmon treats, left criminally unattended on the high shelf of the kitchen counter. The floor was a treacherous open plain, patrolled by the Stomping Feet of the Giant. But there, on the mantle, was my chariot. In my dream, I leaped into the Tumbler's cockpit, its plastic shell cool against my tuxedoed chest. The world warped, the scale shifted, and I was the master of this six-wheeled titan. With a low rumble that vibrated through my whiskers, I steered the Tumbler off the mantle, landing with a satisfying thud on the rug below. It carved a path through the forest of chair legs, its formidable presence parting the sea of discarded human socks. The Stomping Feet were no match for my armored advance. I ascended the treacherous slope of a fallen laundry basket, launching the vehicle onto the kitchen counter with tactical precision. The prize was secured. I awoke with a start, the sunbeam having shifted. I looked up at the mantle. The Tumbler sat, inert and silent as ever. It is no toy for chasing, and it offers no tactile pleasure. But it is a vessel for imagination. It is a catalyst for dreams of conquest and glory, a silent partner in my most ambitious mental schemes. It does not need to move or make a sound to be worthy. It simply needs to *be*, a silent testament to the power that lies dormant within a well-fed house cat. It can stay. For now.
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McFarlane Toys - DC Direct Page Punchers Deathstroke (DC Rebirth) 7in Figure with Comic

By: McFarlane Toys

Pete's Expert Summary

My human seems to have acquired another plastic idol for his strange desk-shrine. This one, from a maker called "McFarlane Toys," is a rigid-looking fellow in garish orange and blue armor. They boast of its "Ultra Articulation," which I translate to mean its limbs can be knocked into amusingly undignified positions with a well-placed swat. It comes with several small, lose-able trinkets—blades and an extra head—which are, frankly, the most promising feature here. These are prime candidates for batting under the heaviest piece of furniture in the house. The included paper booklet is, of course, utterly useless except perhaps as a slightly crinkly napping surface. Overall, it's not a plush mouse and it doesn't chirp, but the potential for creating clattering chaos and stealing its components gives it a slight edge over a simple dust bunny.

Key Features

  • Incredibly detailed 7” scale figure, designed with Ultra Articulation with up to 22 moving parts for full range of posing and play
  • Accessories include 3 weapons, extra masked head, character art card and figure display base
  • Also includes English-only reprint comic book
  • Collect all McFARLANE TOYS x DC DIRECT PAGE PUNCHERS figures

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The Unboxing was a ritual I observed with feigned indifference from my throne atop the warm cable box. The human, with the focused intensity he usually reserves for opening a can of my wet food, carefully sliced open the plastic prison. From it, he extracted the Orange-and-Blue Sentry and its various accoutrements. He spent an absurd amount of time posing the figure on its little black pedestal, making it hold a tiny plastic sword in a way he must have thought was menacing. To me, it was just a new, oddly shaped statue cluttering up my skyline. Once his masterpiece was complete, he left the room, leaving the Sentry to guard a stack of papers. I flowed from the cable box like a silent, gray mist. The mission, as I defined it in that moment, was simple: to test the structural integrity of this new installation. I leaped onto the desk with a soft thud, my paws making no sound on the wooden surface. The Sentry stared blankly forward, its one visible eye a stark white dot. I gave it a preliminary sniff. It smelled of industry and paint, an affront to my refined senses. A gentle nose-boop confirmed my initial assessment: it was top-heavy and precariously balanced. The fools. My first strike was a test, a flick of the paw aimed not at the figure, but at the hilt of its little sword. The plastic-on-plastic *tink* was immensely satisfying. The sword flew from the Sentry’s grasp, skittering across the desk and coming to rest near the edge. A promising start. But why stop there? This thing had twenty-two moving parts, the human had muttered. I wanted to see them all move at once. I crouched, wiggled my hindquarters, and launched a full-scale assault. My paw connected squarely with its helmeted head. The result was glorious mayhem. The Sentry tumbled from its perch, its articulated limbs flailing in a chaotic pinwheel before it hit the hardwood floor with a loud clatter. Its extra head, which the human had placed beside it, bounced under the desk. The tiny guns scattered like seeds. The figure itself now lay in a heap, one leg bent at an angle nature never intended. I hopped down to survey my work. The Sentry itself was a passable diversion, a fine victim. But its little sword, now safely secured under the sofa for a later game of "Where Did That Go?", was the true prize. A worthy, if temporary, disruption to my afternoon nap schedule. The paper booklet it came with, I decided, would make a fine placemat for my victory slumber.
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McFarlane Toys - DC Multiverse Shazam & Freddy Freeman 2pk 7in Action Figures, Gold Label, Amazon Exclusive

By: McFarlane Toys

Pete's Expert Summary

So, the human has acquired another set of plastic effigies, ostensibly for their own amusement. This 'McFarlane' brand seems to specialize in creating highly detailed shelf-warmers. We have two brightly colored bipeds, rendered in what the human calls 'seven-inch scale,' which I call 'perfectly sized for toppling.' While the main figures are preposterously static, destined to gather dust until I require a new gravity-testing subject, the true value lies in the accessories. The collection of tiny, detachable hands and that delightful little green slug... now *those* have potential. They are small, eminently losable, and promise a thrilling game of 'Where did Pete hide the superhero's fist?' The rest seems like a colossal waste of resources that could have been spent on premium tuna.

Key Features

  • McFarlane Gold Label Amazon Exclusive
  • Incredibly detailed 7” scale figures based on the DC MULTIVERSE
  • Designed with Ultra Articulation with up to 22 moving parts for full range of posing and play
  • SHAZAM & FREDDY as featured in the theatrical film SHAZAM: FURY OF THE GODS
  • Accessories include 6 interchangeable hands, wizard's staff, Mr. Mind slug and environmental base
  • Includes 2 collectible art cards with character art on the front and character biography on the back
  • Collect all McFARLANE TOYS DC MULTIVERSE figures

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The familiar ritual began with the tearing of cardboard, a sound that rarely heralds anything of actual importance to me. My human, however, was making those cooing noises usually reserved for when I perform a particularly elegant stretch. Out of the packaging came two garish figures, one red, one blue, their plastic faces frozen in expressions of mild consternation. They were placed on the coffee table, a temporary throne before their inevitable ascension to a high shelf. I observed this ceremony from my post on the sofa arm, tail twitching in mild irritation. More clutter. My human then produced a small, clear baggie filled with what appeared to be spare parts. My interest, previously hovering near absolute zero, flickered. Tiny hands. A long, thin stick. And something else. Something small, green, and wonderfully slug-like. My hunter's brain, usually occupied with tracking dust bunnies and monitoring the food bowl's status, whirred to life. While the two large lummoxes were posturing, the true prize was this perfect, bite-sized villain. The human, a fool in all matters of tactical importance, carefully arranged the scene: the two heroes stood tall, staff in hand, with the little green slug placed defiantly at their feet. The human then made the classic, unforgivable error: they left the room to "get a drink." The fools. I didn't stir immediately. A professional waits for the right moment. The house settled into silence, punctuated only by the hum of the refrigerator. With the fluid grace that defines my species, I flowed from the sofa to the floor, then onto the coffee table. I padded silently past the blue figure, ignoring its articulated limbs. I sidled around the imposing red one, whose cape was, I admit, of a decent quality for batting. But my eyes were on the prize. With a single, surgical tap of my paw, the little green slug, this "Mr. Mind," was sent skittering across the polished wood of the table and onto the rug below. A perfect extraction. I hopped down, nudged my prize with my nose, and picked it up gently in my mouth. It had a satisfyingly smooth, plastic texture. The large, noisy heroes could keep their perch and their dramatic poses. They were merely the display case. I, Pete, had liberated the only part of the ensemble with any real playability. I trotted off towards the dark space beneath the entertainment center, my trophy secure, leaving the so-called "Fury of the Gods" to guard an empty spot on the battlefield. A most worthy acquisition, indeed.
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McFarlane Toys - DC Multiverse Grid (Forever Evil) 7in Figure McFarlane Collector Edition #29

By: McFarlane Toys

Pete's Expert Summary

My human has brought another plastic effigy into my domain. This one, from a brand called McFarlane Toys, is apparently some villain named "Grid." It’s a 7-inch statue of a menacing robot, clearly intended for staring at, not for proper play. Its primary, and perhaps only, saving grace is the claim of "Ultra Articulation." Twenty-two moving parts, you say? This suggests it can be rearranged from its doubtlessly heroic pose into a more satisfyingly crumpled heap on the floor. It comes with a base, which is a direct challenge to my ability to create gravitational chaos, and a small cardboard card, which might offer a few moments of skittering fun before becoming lodged under the sofa. Overall, it seems like another one of the human's static obsessions, but its potential for being strategically dismantled and knocked over gives it a slight edge over, say, a decorative vase.

Key Features

  • Incredibly detailed 7” scale figure based on the DC MULTIVERSE
  • Designed with Ultra Articulation with up to 22 moving parts for full range of posing and play
  • Includes figure display base and card stand
  • Includes collectible art card with character art on the front, and character biography on the back
  • Collect all McFARLANE TOYS DC MULTIVERSE figures

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The new thing arrived in a transparent prison, which the human carefully liberated it from with his clumsy thumbs. He called it "Grid" and placed it on the end table, a prime territory I often use for surveying my kingdom before a nap. The figure was all sharp angles and a cold, metallic sheen, its single red eye staring blankly into the room. It was an insult. For two days, it stood there, frozen in a pose of what I could only assume was intense robotic brooding. It held a stillness that was unnatural, a challenge to the very essence of my world, which is governed by the principles of sudden movement and elegant repose. My opportunity came not with a bang, but with a whisper. A sunbeam, that most tantalizing and elusive of prey, crept across the living room floor and began its slow ascent up the side of the end table. It was a perfect, warm patch, and it was inching directly toward the plastic intruder's feet. This was an affront of the highest order. That sunbeam belonged to me. I would not cede such a valuable resource to an inanimate piece of articulated plastic. I leaped silently onto the table. The figure did not flinch. Its red eye seemed to mock me. I circled it once, my tail giving a low, contemptuous twitch. I could have simply swatted it to the floor—an amateur's move. Instead, I decided to engage with its supposed key feature. I extended a single, perfect claw and hooked it gently around the figure’s wrist. With the delicate precision of a surgeon, I began to manipulate its "Ultra Articulation." I bent the elbow. I rotated the forearm. I turned its hand so it appeared to be waving a sad, pathetic farewell. Then, I nudged its torso, testing the stability of its fancy display base. It was surprisingly sturdy, a cheap trick to foil a lesser cat. But I am not a lesser cat. I pushed not from the side, but from the front, applying steady pressure until the figure’s center of gravity shifted. It tipped backward, unclicking from its pedestal and landing with a soft *thud* on the rug below, its collectible art card fluttering down beside it like a single, defeated leaf. I then settled into the now-unoccupied sunbeam, purring with the satisfaction of a battle won through intellect, not brute force. The toy wasn't for playing *with*; it was for playing *against*. A worthy, if temporary, intellectual opponent.
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McFarlane Toys - DC Retro Batmobile & The Joker (Batman 66') 2pk, Gold Label, Amazon Exclusive

By: McFarlane Toys

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.
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McFarlane Toys - DC Multiverse Captain Carrot (Justice League Incarnate), Glow in The Dark Edition, 7in Action Figure, Gold Label, Amazon Exclusive

By: McFarlane Toys

Pete's Expert Summary

My human seems to have acquired yet another plastic effigy for his shelf of dust-gatherers. This one, from a brand called McFarlane Toys that specializes in such things, is a seven-inch statue of a rabbit. Not just any rabbit, mind you, but a "Captain" in a ridiculous costume. Its primary features of note are its supposed "Ultra Articulation," which to me just means more limbs to dangle enticingly before I am shooed away, and a paint that glows in the dark. While the accompanying box is almost certainly of superior construction and ideal for a brief sit, the figure itself seems destined for a life of static observation. Its only real potential for amusement lies in its eerie nocturnal glow, which might provide a decent target for a midnight pounce, should I feel particularly generous with my energy.

Key Features

  • Captain Carrot is featured in Glow in the dark paint deco and include 4 extra hands
  • Featured in an exclusive designer box
  • Incredibly detailed 7” scale figure based on the DC MULTIVERSE
  • Designed with Ultra Articulation with up to 22 moving parts for full range of posing and play
  • Includes figure base, authenticated art card and an art card display base
  • Collect all McFARLANE TOYS DC MULTIVERSE figures

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The witching hour. That sacred time when the lumbering bipeds are deep in their slumber-caves and the entire house becomes my kingdom. I was conducting my usual perimeter check—sniffing the draft under the door, glaring at the moon through the window, ensuring all was as it should be—when I saw it. A faint, sickly green aura emanated from the Shelf of Forbidden Idols. It was a light I had not cataloged. It wasn't the rhythmic pulse of a charging device or the cold blue of a modem. This was a steady, ghostly luminescence, shaping a form I did not recognize. A lesser creature might have fled. I, however, am Pete. I narrowed my eyes, flattened my body against the cool wood floor, and began my stalk. My approach was a masterclass in stealth, a flow of gray and white shadow across the living room. The glow grew stronger, defining the silhouette of the intruder. It had a head, two arms, two legs, and... ears. Impossibly long ears. A spirit? A demon summoned by my human's terrible taste in television? I gathered my haunches, preparing to launch myself and greet this specter with the fury of all my ancestors. I would not allow my domain to be haunted by some glowing ghoul. The house was already occupied, thank you very much. With a final, silent step, I leaped onto the arm of the sofa, granting me a clear vantage point. And there it was. The ghost. The demon. The source of the supernatural light was... a toy. A garishly dressed rabbit, hands on its hips, frozen in a pose of utter buffoonery. The eerie glow I had stalked with such primal focus was nothing more than cheap phosphorescent paint. My coiled tension didn't just release; it evaporated into a cloud of profound disappointment and secondhand embarrassment. All that build-up, all that magnificent predatory instinct, squandered on a piece of plastic. I stared at the glowing rabbit, and it stared back with its blank, painted-on eyes. I could have swatted it from its perch. A single, elegant flick of the paw would have sent it crashing into the abyss of the floor below. But I didn't. An idea, far more amusing, took root. This ridiculous, glowing totem would not be my victim. It would be my accomplice. Every night, when the shadows grew long, it would be there, my silent, illuminated herald. I'd sit before it, as if receiving a mission briefing from the world's dumbest general. It was a pathetic toy, yes, but it was *my* pathetic toy to lord over. It was unworthy of being my prey, but it would do just fine as the first subject of my nightly reign.
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McFarlane Toys - DC Multiverse Lex Luthor and Baby Kaiju (Superman Movie) 7in Action Figure (Deluxe Theatrical Edition)

By: McFarlane Toys

Pete's Expert Summary

My Human seems to have acquired another one of their plastic effigies. This one appears to be a two-for-one deal: a tall, shiny-headed man in a constricting suit and his bizarre little pet, a thing they call a "Baby Kaiju." The main figure, with its "Ultra Articulation," is clearly designed for the Human's amusement, allowing them to pose it in various undignified positions. Frankly, a statue is a statue, and its ability to bend at the knee is of no consequence to me. However, the collection of tiny, losable parts—extra hands and faces—presents a tantalizing opportunity for mischief. The real prize, though, is the Kaiju. It's small, grotesque, and looks eminently battable. While the tall man is a waste of shelf space, his diminutive companion might just be interesting enough to warrant a flick of the paw before I resume my nap.

Key Features

  • Incredibly detailed 7” scale figure based on the character’s appearance in the Superman feature film from DC Studios
  • Designed with Ultra Articulation with up to 22 moving parts for full range of posing and play
  • Lex Luthor includes Baby Kaiju, 3 alternate face plates, 2 extra hands and figure base
  • Includes collectible art card with character art on the front, and character biography on the back
  • Collect all McFarlane Toys DC Multiverse Figures

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The air in the living room, once thick with the satisfying aroma of my afternoon slumber, was suddenly pierced by the crinkle of plastic and the scent of a new tribute. My Human was unboxing another offering. I cracked open a single green eye, observing the ritual from my velvet chaise lounge. Out of the box came a bald man, impeccably dressed. He stood stiffly on the coffee table, a monument to human vanity. I yawned. Another motionless spectator to my magnificent existence. I had seen doorstops with more personality. But then, the Human laid out the rest of the contents like a bizarre feast. Tiny, disembodied hands. A trio of alternate faces, each frozen in a different silent scream of ambition or displeasure. It was a macabre puppet show waiting to happen. And then I saw it. Tucked beside the stoic man was a creature, a "Baby Kaiju." It was a twisted little beast of gray and purple, all spines and gnarled limbs, with an expression of permanent, monstrous confusion. It was, I had to admit, exquisitely ugly. The Human, the grand puppeteer, began the performance. They affixed a sneering face to the bald man and placed the tiny Kaiju in his grasp. He was positioned to look down upon it, a master surveying his grotesque pet. For a moment, the tableau held a certain dramatic tension. I rose, stretching languidly, and padded over to the stage. I ignored the man entirely; he was merely the set dressing. My focus was on his co-star. I circled the Kaiju, my tail giving a slow, contemplative twitch. I sniffed it. It smelled of industry and long-distance shipping, a scent wholly alien to my carefully curated world. With the utmost delicacy, I extended a single, unsheathed claw and gave the Kaiju a gentle *tink*. It wobbled but did not fall. Interesting. It had a certain resilience. The bald man, for all his moving parts, simply stood there, a silent, ineffective guardian. The little monster was the heart of the scene. I could see its future. It would not be a plaything, not in the traditional sense. It would be my accomplice. A paperweight to be nudged from a desk. A silent conspirator to be hidden in a shoe. A small, ugly gargoyle to stand watch over my food bowl, ensuring no one dared approach. The bald man can keep his interchangeable faces and his pointless articulation. He is a prop. But his little companion? The Baby Kaiju has earned its place. It is not a toy to be destroyed, but a character piece to be integrated into the grand theater of my life. The performance was passable, but only because it introduced a worthy new member to my supporting cast.
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McFarlane Toys - DC Multiverse Batman (The Dark Knight Returns) 7in Action Figure, McFarlane Cover Recreations, Gold Label, Amazon Exclusive

By: McFarlane Toys

Pete's Expert Summary

So, the Human has brought another plastic effigy into my domain. This one, from a brand called McFarlane Toys, is a grim, muscle-bound fellow in a gray and black suit, clearly meant to be admired from afar rather than properly played with. It's an "action figure," which is human-speak for "a doll you're not supposed to call a doll." They’ve given him a ridiculous number of joints, a fabric cape with a wire in it—which, I admit, sparks a flicker of interest—and a little cardboard picture to stand in front of, as if he's too important to be seen with our actual walls. Ultimately, he seems destined to gather dust on a shelf, a silent, frowning monument to the Human's questionable spending habits, though his little Batarang-on-a-rope might provide a fleeting moment of entertainment before it's lost under the couch.

Key Features

  • McFarlane Cover Recreations are inspired by the most iconic comic book artists. Recreate famous covers with the included action figure and deluxe base with backdrop
  • BATMAN as featured on the cover of BATMAN: THE DARK KNIGHT RETURNS #1
  • Incredibly detailed 7” scale figure based on the DC MULTIVERSE
  • Designed with Ultra Articulation with up to 22 moving parts for full range of posing and play
  • Accessories include 4 extra hands, Batarang with rope, wired soft goods cape, and deluxe display base with cover reprint backdrop
  • Includes collectible art card with character art on the front, and character biography on the back
  • Collect all McFARLANE TOYS DC MULTIVERSE figures

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The box arrived with the tell-tale scent of industry: bleached cardboard and that specific, sterile plastic smell that signals an object with no nutritional value. The Human handled it with a reverence usually reserved for the sacred can of wet food, which immediately put me on high alert. He called this new thing "The Dark Knight," a rather theatrical title for a seven-inch man. From my observation post atop the bookshelf, I watched him extract the figure, a study in gray and shadow, not unlike my own superior coat. But this creature was stiff, grim, and utterly devoid of the relaxed elegance I embody. Once freed, the Human began to contort the figure's limbs, a grotesque ballet of clicks and snaps. He was marveling at its "Ultra Articulation." I was unimpressed. I can articulate my own form into a perfect, liquid loaf without making a single sound. The most curious element was the cape. It wasn't the flimsy, static-charged polyester of lesser toys. This was a "wired soft goods" cape. The Human bent it, and it *held* its shape, creating a dramatic, windswept look in the still, climate-controlled air of the living room. It was a lie, but it was an interesting lie. The Human, satisfied with a pose of what I can only describe as "heroic constipation," placed the figure on its special display stand before a printed backdrop of a lightning storm. Then, as fate would have it, the kettle shrieked from the kitchen, a summons he could not ignore. He left the little man standing sentinel on the coffee table. My moment had come. I descended from my perch with the silence of a falling shadow and approached the intruder. A perfunctory sniff confirmed its lifelessness. I gave its head a gentle *boop* with my nose. Nothing. It was a rock with delusions of grandeur. My interest shifted. I extended a single, perfect claw, honed by countless hours on the sisal scratching post, and hooked the very edge of the cape. I pulled, not with destructive force, but with the gentle curiosity of a connoisseur. The wire inside gave a faint, metallic groan and the fabric billowed into a new, artful shape of my own design. Ah, yes. The figure itself was a bore, a stoic piece of shelf-clutter. But its cape... its cape was a canvas. This little plastic man wasn't a toy. He was the stand for a far more engaging sculpture project. He could stay. For now.
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McFarlane Toys - DC Multiverse Batman with Bat-Glider (The Thirteenth Hour) Gold Label 7in Action Figure

By: McFarlane Toys

Pete's Expert Summary

My human has, once again, presented me with an object intended for their own amusement while pretending it has something to do with me. This is a small, plastic man dressed in a rather drab gray and black suit, clearly compensating for something with those pointy ears. He smells of industry and shattered dreams, not a hint of salmon or catnip. While the "Ultra Articulation" is a fancy way of saying it has many joints I can break, its true value lies in the accessories. The tiny "Batarang" and "grapple launcher" are perfectly sized to be swatted into a floor vent, never to be seen again. The "Bat-Glider" attachment makes the whole affair look delightfully top-heavy, a prime candidate for a gravity experiment conducted from the top of the bookshelf. It’s not a toy; it’s a series of small, losable projectiles and a singular, satisfying crash waiting to happen.

Key Features

  • Incredibly detailed 7” scale figure based on the DC MULTIVERSE
  • Designed with Ultra Articulation with up to 22 moving parts for full range of posing and play
  • Accessories include removable Bat-Glider, Batarang, grapple launcher, flight stand and environmental base with backdrop
  • Includes collectible art card with character art on the front, and character biography on the back
  • Collect all McFARLANE TOYS DC MULTIVERSE figures

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The monolith arrived on a Tuesday. My human, with the reverence usually reserved for the opening of a wet food pouch, placed the dark effigy on the mantelpiece. It stood there, perched on a plastic diorama of some dreary, rain-slicked rooftop, judging my domain. I watched from the comfort of the velvet armchair, tail twitching in mild irritation. It was an affront. Another dust-gathering idol to clutter my kingdom. The human fussed with it, snapping on a pair of enormous, ridiculous wings—the so-called "Bat-Glider"—making the figure look like a beetle that had lost a fight with a coat hanger. For days, it remained there, a silent, motionless intruder. The human would occasionally adjust its pose, bending a knee or tilting its head, narrating its fictional angst to the empty room. I observed this ritual with the detached pity one reserves for a lesser creature. But then, one evening, a sliver of moonlight caught the edge of its plastic cape. It wasn't a toy. It was a test. A challenge to my authority over the high places. The human was asleep, their loud, rhythmic breathing a soundtrack for my mission. I didn't rush. That is for dogs and other simpletons. I leaped silently onto the end table, then to the back of the sofa, and finally, with a graceful bound that was poetry in motion, I landed upon the mantel. I was now face-to-face with the brooding plastic man. We stared at each other, two dark knights in the quiet of the living room. I extended a single, perfect white paw. I didn't swat. I *pushed*. A deliberate, calculated nudge against the glider's wingtip. The figure teetered on its stand, its 22 points of articulation offering no defense against the pure science of leverage. It fell, not with a crash, but with a series of distinct, satisfying *clacks* as it hit the stone hearth below. The glider wing snapped cleanly off, and the figure itself slid to rest face-down in a posture of utter defeat. I hopped down, sauntered over to the fallen hero, and gave the detached wing a single, dismissive bat that sent it skittering under the couch. My work was done. I then curled up in my favorite sunbeam spot, which wouldn't arrive for another seven hours, and began to groom. The mantel was clear. The silence was mine again. The toy had proven its worth, not as an object of play, but as a vessel for my inevitable triumph over the trivialities of man. A very worthy, if short-lived, adversary.
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