Pete's Expert Summary
My human, in its infinite and baffling wisdom, has brought home a box of tiny plastic rectangles from the brand known as LEGO. From what I can gather through observation and the pictures on the box, the Tall One is expected to assemble a large, jointed effigy of some costumed hero, this one called "Captain America." While the hours of tedious clicking and snapping required for assembly will surely disrupt my napping schedule, the potential for chaos is high. The final product, an 11-inch posable statue, holds some promise as a sparring partner, but my interest is truly piqued by the accessories. It comes with a round shield, perfect for batting across the hardwood floors, and a smaller, detachable "Redwing drone." This secondary, smaller prey item suggests the manufacturers have at least a rudimentary understanding of a proper hunt, though I suspect it was an accident. The true test will be if the main figure can withstand a full-pounce assault or if it will simply shatter back into its 359 component parts, creating a delightful mess.
Key Features
- BUILDABLE TOY FOR KIDS – LEGO Marvel New Captain America Construction Figure puts Super Hero action into the hands of boys and girls ages 8 and up
- POSABLE FIGURE – Captain America’s movable shoulder, arm, hip and leg joints enable realistic action poses as kids take the action hero on endless imaginative adventures
- AUTHENTIC ACCESSORIES – The Captain America figure carries his iconic shield and has a buildable Redwing drone toy fixed to his back, which kids can detach for independent role play.
- TRENDY SUPER HERO GIFT – For this incarnation of the Marvel super soldier, the winged Falcon figure takes on the role of Captain America, bringing an extra dimension to the play action
- BIRTHDAY GIFT FOR MARVEL MOVIE LOVERS – Give this buildable Super Hero toy to fans of Avengers action from the Marvel Universe
- EXPAND THE SUPER HERO FUN – There are more LEGO Marvel construction figures in the series to collect, sets sold separately
- LEGO MARVEL AVENGERS ACTION FOR KIDS – The 359-piece Captain America figure stands over 11 in. (28 cm) tall: big enough for epic action, small enough for kids to take wherever they go
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The ceremony began on the living room rug, my preferred sunning spot. The Tall One knelt, surrounded by a crinkling sea of plastic bags and a sacred scroll of diagrams, and commenced the ritual of *clicking*. For what felt like an eternity, the only sounds were the soft *snap* of plastic meeting plastic and the human's occasional, frustrated sigh. I observed from the arm of the sofa, occasionally flicking my tail in profound disapproval. A small, blue piece rolled temptingly close. A flick of my paw sent it skittering into the dark abyss beneath the television stand, a small sacrifice to the gods of feline amusement. The human, of course, was not amused. Eventually, the clicking ceased. A plastic colossus stood upon the rug, a garish tribute to primary colors and awkward joints. It was the "New Captain America," apparently. My human held it up, wiggling its limbs and making "swoosh" noises that offended my delicate ears. It was placed before me, frozen in a heroic pose, its painted-on eyes staring into nothingness. I approached with the caution reserved for new vacuum cleaners and unexpected cucumbers. I gave its plastic foot a thorough sniffing. It smelled of nothing. I delivered a testing pat to its leg. It wobbled but stood firm. A bore. A stationary, brightly-colored bore. My gaze, however, drifted to the attachments. The shield was large and unwieldy, but the object on its back… that was different. It was a smaller, winged thing of a brilliant red. Seeing my focus, the human detached this "Redwing" and set it on the floor by itself. Ah, now I understood. The towering blue figure was merely the delivery vessel, a crude packaging for the *true* prize. This little red morsel was perfectly sized, its plastic wings promising an unpredictable skitter. I lowered myself into a crouch, my tail giving a slow, deliberate twitch. The world narrowed to the space between myself and the small, red toy. The giant blue statue was forgotten, a silent, irrelevant monolith. I pounced. My paws batted the drone, sending it spinning across the floor. It tumbled and slid in a most satisfying manner. I stalked it, cornered it by the leg of the coffee table, and delivered the final, triumphant bite. It was a good hunt. I picked up my prize and trotted off, leaving the great Captain America to stand guard over nothing at all, his purpose fulfilled. He had brought me a worthy tribute. He could remain. For now.
