Pete's Expert Summary
My human seems to believe that my life's ambition is to interact with small, plastic effigies of their kind. This latest offering is a six-inch "Superman," a rigid-looking doll in a garishly bright blue and red suit. They claim its "9 points ofarticulation" are for posing and play, but I see it differently. For me, that means nine different ways a limb might snap off in a satisfying manner under the correct application of force. The most appealing features are the two small accessories it comes with; they seem like prime candidates for being batted under the heaviest piece of furniture in the house, a game I never tire of. Otherwise, it's a hard, un-cuddly object destined to be knocked off a shelf during one of my more important gravity experiments. A potential distraction, but hardly a rival to a sunbeam.
Key Features
- 6-INCH SUPERMAN ACTION FIGURE: Bring home iconic Super Heroes and Super-Villains with these detailed, fully articulated 6-inch action figures—perfect for fans of the SUPERMAN movie
- AUTHENTIC THEATRICAL STYLING: Featuring signature details inspired by the SUPERMAN movie, each figure brings an iconic character to life for epic battle re-creations
- POSING MADE EASY: With 9 points of articulation, these figures are ready for action-packed poses, inspiring creativity, imaginative play, and storytelling
- PERFECT FOR COLLECTORS & KIDS: Build your collection with characters like Superman, Mr. Terrific, Metamorpho, Green Lantern, Engineer, Hawkgirl, and more (each sold separately). A must-have for fans and collectors
- IDEAL HOLIDAY AND BIRTHDAY GIFT: Perfect for birthdays, Christmas, and special celebrations, these action figures make the ultimate gift for Super Heroes fans who love imaginative play and storytelling
- Includes: 1 Figure, 2 Accessories
- Covered by the Spin Master Care Commitment. See below for full details
A Tale from Pete the Cat
It did not arrive in a box. It simply *appeared*. One moment, the mahogany end table was a pristine landscape for my afternoon meditations, the next, it was occupied. A six-inch sentinel, clad in primary colors, stood there, its plastic eyes fixed on some middle distance just beyond my food bowl. The human called it "Superman," but I knew a spy when I saw one. This was an operative from the Outside, sent to monitor my activities, to learn the secrets of my perfect napping schedule and my unparalleled ability to demand treats with a single, soul-piercing meow. I began my reconnaissance, circling the table at a low crouch. The agent smelled of the factory it was created in and the human's own hand—a classic misdirection. Its "authentic theatrical styling" was just a clever disguise, meant to lull me into a false sense of security. I noted its limbs, jointed in nine specific places. Not for "posing," as the propaganda suggested, but for angling its tiny, hidden cameras and listening devices. I extended a single, sharp claw and gently tapped its unyielding plastic leg. It didn't flinch. A true professional. The human, my unwitting accomplice in this espionage, eventually left the room. This was my window. The operative had been deployed with two pieces of "accessory" equipment. I recognized them for what they were: a long-range communicator and a tactical data-puck. Leaving them in the open was a rookie mistake, or perhaps a trap. I could not afford to find out which. The time for subtlety was over. A direct, overwhelming assault was required to neutralize the threat. With a motion too swift for any human eye to follow, I hooked a paw under its ridiculous red cape. There was no struggle. The agent toppled from its perch, landing with a soft, unsatisfying *thump* on the plush rug below. Victory. I leaped down to inspect my work. The operative was neutralized, face-down and motionless. But the accessories... they were gone. One had skittered under the immense, immovable sofa, and the other had vanished near the heating vent. I hadn't destroyed the spy network; I had merely forced it to go underground. I looked from the sofa to the vent, a low growl rumbling in my chest. This was far from over.
