Pete's Expert Summary
My Human has presented me with a collection of plastic artifacts from a brand called Playskool, which, from my observations of the small, sticky human next door, specializes in things that can be safely drooled upon. Apparently, these five garishly colored "Dinozords"—a term I'm sure is meant to sound impressive but just sounds noisy—can be mashed together to form one larger, even more garish "Megazord." The appeal for a creature of my refined taste is minimal. The individual components might offer some decent batting practice or serve as novel obstacles in my nightly patrol route, but the assembled giant is likely just another oversized dust collector. The only potentially redeeming feature is a small, silver stick they call a "Power Sword," which looks suspiciously perfect for disappearing under the refrigerator, a mystery for The Human to solve at their leisure.
Key Features
- ALL FIVE DINOZORD ACTION FIGURES IN ONE PACK: Includes five action figures inspired by the Zords of the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers
- COMBINE TO FORM THE DINO MEGAZORD: Megazord Power, on. The Megazord Megapack contains all the Zords you need to form the Dino Megazord
- INSPIRED BY MIGHTY MORPHIN POWER RANGERS: The five teenagers with attitudes combined their mighty dinosaur-powered Zords into the Dino Megazord to battle giant-sized monsters
- INCLUDES SHOW-INSPIRED ACCESSORY: The Megazord Power Sword is included so kids can imagine the epic battles between Power Rangers and monsters
- LOOK FOR OTHER POWER RANGERS TOYS: Find other Power Rangers figures and gear, including Mighty Morphin Power Rangers toys, to expand the morphinominal action. Additional products each sold separately. Subject to availability
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The box opened like a wound, spilling its plastic guts onto my favorite sunning spot on the rug. Five figures, silent and still. My Human called them "Zords." I called them The Five Intruders. They lay scattered, a dismembered beast of primary colors. I approached the yellow one first, a tiger with impossibly rigid legs. I gave it a clinical sniff. Nothing. Not a hint of mouse, bird, or even questionable street-food-cart hot dog. It was a sterile, soulless thing. I nudged it with my nose. It slid an inch. The blue one, a creature of bizarre geometry, met a similar fate. They were an inert council, offering no tribute, no scent, no challenge. A profound waste of my waking hours. Then, The Human, in their infinite and often misguided wisdom, began the ritual. They picked up the black creature, the one with the flat head, and clicked it onto the blue and yellow ones. A dull sound, a plastic-on-plastic sigh of surrender. They were being absorbed, their individuality erased to form… legs? It was grotesque. I watched, my tail giving a slow, irritated thump-thump-thump against the floor. The pink one, a winged absurdity, was attached to the back. Finally, the red one, clearly the leader of this sad little cult, was perched on top. The transformation was complete. Before me now stood not five distinct, if boring, objects, but one towering titan. It was a monument to poor taste, a clumsy colossus that stared blankly over my head. It was an affront to the elegant feng shui of the living room, which I had painstakingly arranged by pushing every coaster and remote control to its optimal position. This "Megazord" was an unmovable, uninteresting monolith. It had no loose parts, no dangling strings, no feathery bits. It just… stood there. An idol for a religion I had no interest in joining. My initial verdict was swift and merciless: a failure. But then I saw it. Lying beside the beast's blocky foot was its forgotten weapon—a sliver of silver plastic. The "Power Sword." I crept forward, my paws silent. With a deft hook of one claw, I snagged it. It was light, skittered beautifully across the hardwood, and fit perfectly in the gap beneath the entertainment center. The giant robot could keep its silent vigil. I had plundered its only treasure. The toy was a bore, but its accessory showed promise. The Human would be searching for that sword for weeks. A worthy game, after all.
