Pete's Expert Summary
My human seems to have procured a rather juvenile "battle" kit for the small, loud human who sometimes visits. It appears to involve a squishy, non-nutritive substance with a frankly offensive odor (notes of wheat and chemical dye), two bendable plastic effigies, and a launching device. The objective, as far as my superior intellect can deduce, is for the small human to engage in primitive reenactments of conflict by mashing the dough and flinging it about. While the dough itself is a clear affront to my pristine fur, the small molded accessories—"money" and "gems"—hold some promise for being batted under the credenza. The bendy figures might withstand a vigorous chew, but the true object of my curiosity is the "web launcher." A device designed to propel objects through the air could potentially, and I stress *potentially*, be a worthy diversion from my napping schedule.
Key Features
- SPIDER-MAN VS. VENOM PLAYSET: Can Spider-Man stop Venom from pulling off a pretend bank heist? With this Play-Doh Marvel playset, the storytelling power is in kids’ hands!
- 2 BENDY MARVEL ACTION FIGURES: Imagine epic Play-Doh battles with the awesomely bendy and flexible 4-inch (10.7 cm) Venom and Spider-Man action figures
- LAUNCH WEBS: Use the Spider-Man web slinger tool to stamp out a big Play-Doh web, then press the button to launch the web and capture Venom!
- CUT AND SLICE: Venom figure has 3 interchangeable Play-Doh tools like scissors and a saw that can be attached to his tentacle arms, so kids can slice through Play-Doh obstacles and keep the battle going!
- CREATE STORYTELLING ACCESSORIES: Use the molds to create a web shield for the Spider-Man action figure and Play-Doh money and gems for the Venom action figure to steal
- 4 PLAY-DOH CANS: This Play-Doh set has two 1-ounce (28 g) cans of green and black, a 1-ounce (28 g) dual-color can of red and yellow, and a 2-ounce (57 g) dual-color can of white with a web pattern! Contains wheat
- SPIDER-MAN GIFTS FOR BOYS AND GIRLS: These Play-Doh Spider-Man toys for boys and girls ages 4 and up make cool gifts for kids who love super hero toys, sensory toys, and imaginative play
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The operation was established on the low-pile tundra of the living room rug. I observed from my command post atop the velvet armchair, a gray ghost surveying the field. The Small Human, a known agent of chaos, was deploying her assets. There were the two primary operatives, one red and blue, the other a hulking black figure, both contorting in unnatural ways that suggested a distinct lack of proper skeletal structure. Between them lay caches of a brightly-colored, pungent material—a crude form of geological terraforming, I presumed. She was creating obstacles, barriers, and even, to my mild amusement, little green rectangles meant to represent currency. A pointless endeavor; the only true currency is a full food bowl and a sunbeam. I descended with the silence befitting my station, my paws making no sound on the hardwood transition. My mission: reconnaissance. I circled the perimeter, my nose twitching at the alien scent of the dough. A clear biohazard. I noted the black operative was being fitted with attachments—a saw, a pair of shears. Crude, but effective for their intended purpose of rending the soft terrain. My interest, however, lay with the red-and-blue figure. It held a device, a "slinger," loaded with a flattened disc of the white, web-patterned material. The Small Human positioned it carefully, her face a mask of intense concentration. This was the moment. The test of their technology. With a clumsy press of her thumb, the device clicked. The white disc sailed through the air. It was not a swift, deadly projectile as I might have engineered. It was a wobbly, slow-moving, utterly pathetic missile that tumbled end over end before landing with a soft *splat* a few feet away. The Small Human squealed with delight at her "capture" of the black figure, which now had a bit of white dough stuck to its head. I watched the spectacle, unmoved. The battle was a farce, the weapons were toys, the objective was meaningless. And yet. That wobbly, flying disc. It had traveled the air, a fleeting prey against the backdrop of the beige wall. I approached the spent ammunition, sniffing it disdainfully. It was soft, squishy, and smelled vaguely of salt. I gave it a tentative pat. It yielded to my paw, sticking slightly. Not a satisfying kill. But the flight... the chase... there was a spark of potential there. I looked back at the Small Human, who was now reloading. I gave a single, almost imperceptible flick of my tail. Her methods are amateurish, but for now, I will allow this training exercise to continue. It breaks the monotony.
