Pete's Expert Summary
My Human, in a fit of what I can only assume is nostalgia for their own kittenhood, has procured a small plastic man. It's a "Stormtrooper," apparently some sort of soldier, though its shiny white shell seems woefully inadequate for camouflage on my gray-and-brown domain rug. It stands on its own two feet, an act of sheer defiance that I find personally offensive. Its primary appeal, from my superior vantage point, is not the jointed limbs or the vacant helmeted stare, but the laughably tiny "blaster" it holds. This minuscule accessory has the potential for a glorious skitter across the hardwood and a permanent retirement under the refrigerator. The figure itself is a mere delivery vehicle for this true, bite-sized prize; the rest is just an obstacle to be knocked over.
Key Features
- STORMTROOPER: Stormtroopers are elite shock troops fanatically loyal to the Empire and the Imperial cause
- STAR WARS ACTION FIGURE: This 4-inch scale (10 cm) stormtrooper Star Wars figure features character-inspired design and detail
- ACTION FIGURE ACCESSORY: This Star Wars set also comes with a blaster accessory that easily fits in the stormtrooper figure's hands
- POSEABLE PLAY: This Star Wars toy features multiple points of articulation and stands on its own so kids can create awesome action poses
- COMPATIBLE ACROSS EPIC HERO SERIES WORLD OF PLAY: This figure is compatible with most accessories, vehicles, and figures in Hasbro's exclusive Epic Hero Series. (Each sold separately. Subject to availability)
- STAR WARS GIFTS FOR KIDS: Look for other Star Wars toys including Grogu, the Mandalorian, Luke Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, and Darth Vader to collect or give as gifts for 4 year old boys and girls
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The operation began at dusk, when the low-angled sun cast long, dramatic shadows across the living room floor—my preferred lighting for espionage. The Human had placed the target, "TK-421" I'd heard it called, on the edge of the polished end table. It stood there, a four-inch monument to rigid, plastic obedience, clutching its pathetic little weapon. An amateur. It didn't scan the perimeter, it didn't check its six. It just stood, a silent invitation to chaos. I observed from my post beneath the armchair, my tail executing a slow, hypnotic sweep. The mission was clear: neutralize the guard, secure the asset. My approach was a study in fluid dynamics. I flowed from the shadows, a ripple of gray fur, and leaped onto the armchair, then to its arm, placing me at eye-level with the sentry. It stared blankly ahead, unaware of the doom perched beside it. I extended a single, impeccably manicured claw and gently tapped its helmet. A hollow *tink*. I then applied more strategic pressure, not a violent swat, but a firm, insistent push, like a bureaucrat denying a permit. It was designed to test its "multiple points of articulation" and, more importantly, its center of gravity. As I suspected, it was woefully unbalanced. With a satisfying clatter, the plastic soldier tumbled from its post, its poseable limbs flailing in a most undignified manner as it fell to the rug below. The fall was a success, achieving the primary objective: the impact dislodged the asset. The tiny black blaster, the real prize, bounced free and skittered a few inches away from the fallen trooper. I ignored the larger casualty—it had served its purpose. With the delicate precision of a watchmaker, I hopped down and nudged the blaster with my nose. Perfect. It slid beautifully. A quick pat-pat-pat with my paw sent it on a triumphant journey under the entertainment center, into a dusty realm from which there is no return. Mission accomplished. The Stormtrooper can be collected by the Human's ground crew later; the blaster has been acquired for the permanent collection. A worthy, if short-lived, challenge.