Pete's Expert Summary
My human, in his infinite and often misguided wisdom, has procured another plastic idol for his shelf-shrine. This one, a "Spider-Man," appears to be a small, jointed doll clad in a rather loud red and blue suit. Its primary function seems to be standing still in "dynamic webslinging poses," which is a colossal waste of potential. However, my discerning eye notes its two most redeeming qualities: extreme bendiness, suggesting a satisfying floppiness if knocked from a great height, and an absurd number of small, detachable parts. These twenty tiny "accessories," particularly the string-like "web lines," are not mere decorations; they are an open invitation for a connoisseur of batting, chasing, and strategic hiding. While the main figure may be destined for a life of dusty observation, its component parts whisper promises of glorious, under-the-sofa chaos.
Key Features
- HERE COMES THE SPIDER-MAN: This collectible Spider-Man action figure is inspired by the character's appearance in classic Spider-Man comic books
- MAXIMUM DESIGN AND DECO: Fans and collectors can display premium Marvel 6 inch action figures (15 cm) with comics-inspired design and deco in their collection
- MARVEL COMICS-INSPIRED ACCESSORIES: This officially-licensed Hasbro Marvel Legends deluxe action figure is bursting with 20 accessories, including 10 alternate hands, 2 heads, web lines; plus web blast effects complete with a hinged web display stand
- MAXIMUM ARTICULATION: Collectible action figure features over 35 points of articulation with fully poseable head, arms, and legs for dynamic webslinging poses on your shelf or battling deadly foes
- COLLECTIBLE WINDOWED PACKAGING: The open-box display showcases the figure along with accessories and dazzling renders highlighting some of the fantastic ways you can pose your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man toy
- BUILD A SPIDER-VERSE OF MARVEL COLLECTIBLES: Look for more Spider-Man-inspired Marvel Legends Series figures to have a Marvel Team-Up and build your own Marvel Comics Multiverse (Each sold separately. Subject to availability)
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The box was the first offense. Transparent plastic, imprisoning the little man in his garish pajamas. The Human made low, reverent noises as he freed the captive, laying him on the desk amidst a baffling assortment of disembodied hands and a spare head. An unsettling sight, but my attention was snagged by something far more exquisite: a thin, white, plastic filament he called a "web line." He fussed for what seemed like an eternity, hooking one end to the doll's wrist and the other to the arm of his desk lamp, leaving the figure dangling in a ridiculous pose of perpetual momentum. Then, he left. The fool. Silence settled, thick as cream. The only movement was the slow, hypnotic sway of the web line in the currents from the air vent. It was an insult, this flimsy strand of plastic, mocking me from its perch. This was not a toy. This was a gauntlet, thrown down by an inanimate challenger. I flowed from my napping spot on the armchair, a shadow of gray and white against the dark wood floors. The desk was a mountain, but one I had summited many times. A silent leap, my paws making no sound on the polished surface, and I was face-to-face with my garish rival. He stared back, his masked face a mask of soulless indifference. I ignored him. He was merely the anchor, the temporary guardian of the real prize. I extended a single, perfect claw, the tip honed by countless sessions on the sisal post. The operation required surgical precision. A clumsy swipe would send the whole embarrassing diorama clattering to the floor, alerting the Human. I needed only the web. Gently, I hooked the filament. I could feel the faint tension, the slight give of the plastic. I gave a short, sharp tug. There was a faint *tick* as the hook detached from the lamp. The little man swung down and bonked softly against the desk's leg, but my focus was singular. The prize was mine. I seized the liberated web line in my mouth, its plastic smoothness a delightful texture. Leaping from the desk, I landed with the grace of a falling leaf and trotted victoriously toward the living room. The little red and blue man could keep his perch, a monument to his own defeat. He had delivered the goods, and for that, he had served his one true purpose. Beneath the velvet cavern of the sofa, my new treasure and I had a date with destiny. It was a most worthy, if unintentional, offering.
