Pete's Expert Summary
My Human seems to have acquired a box of tiny, sharp-edged plastic bits. According to the loud pronouncements he made to the empty room, these are "LEGOs" and will eventually assemble into a "Jedi Starfighter" from one of his noisy space operas. For him, this is clearly a tedious exercise in following picture-based instructions. For me, it presents a strategic opportunity. The collection of minuscule components, especially the little figures, holds immense potential for being batted into the dark voids beneath furniture, a pastime I find endlessly rewarding. The final product, a hard, pointy ship, will likely just be another dust-collecting obstacle on a shelf, but the "stud shooters" have piqued my interest. If I can procure the ammunition, the dog is in for a very surprising afternoon.
Key Features
- Jump Into Action - With this brick-built model of Obi-Wan Kenobi’s Jedi Starfighter (75333), fans can relive epic Star Wars: Attack of the Clones scenes as they build and play with this LEGO Star Wars Starfighter
- Debut Minifigure - Expand your LEGO collection with Obi-Wan Kenobi and his signature lightsaber. For the first time ever, including Taun We from Attack of the Clones, plus an R4-P17 LEGO astromech droid figure.
- Ultimate Starfighter Set - Features an opening minifigure cockpit, 2 stud shooters, retractable landing gear, lightsaber storage clips and an attachment point on the wing for R4-P17’s head
- Play and Display – The brick-built Star Wars starfighter measures over 2.5 in. (7 cm) high, 10 in. (25 cm) long and 5 in. (13 cm) wide and can be displayed between playtime adventures
- Perfect Gift – Give this 282-piece building toy as a birthday present or holiday gift to Star Wars: Attack of the Clones fans and LEGO Star Wars collectors ages 7+
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The ritual began with the ceremonial tearing of cardboard. My Human, a clumsy acolyte if ever there was one, spilled the plastic entrails across the living room rug. I descended from my napping perch on the velvet armchair to oversee the proceedings, my gray fur immaculate against the chaos. He wasn't building a toy; he was constructing a tribute, a shrine. Every click of a brick was a prayer, every glance at the sacred picture-manual a sign of his devotion to a higher power—which is, of course, me. From the plastic mess, emissaries began to form. First, a stoic little man in brown robes, his face a mask of placid confidence that I found immediately offensive. A challenger to my authority. I extended a single, perfect claw and gave his plastic head a gentle tap, a warning he would do well to heed. Then came the tall, willowy figure, whose name my Human muttered as "Taun We." Irrelevant. But the third... the third was a small, domed head, an astromech droid. It was detached, separate, an offering awaiting its fate. This one, this R4-P17, had potential. Hours passed. The sun shifted, illuminating the slow, methodical construction of the altar. It was angular and sleek, in shades of gray that complemented my own fur, with aggressive dashes of dark red. My Human called it Obi-Wan's ship. I called it my new vantage point. With a final, satisfying click, he sealed the Rival Shaman inside the cockpit—a fitting prison. The little droid's head was affixed to the wing, a permanent, watchful sentinel. My new disciple was bound to the monument. The Human placed his creation on the low bookshelf, a place of honor directly in a patch of afternoon sun. I leaped up silently to deliver my final judgment. The ship was not for swatting; it was too substantial, too deliberate. It was a statement. I circled it, my tail giving the retractable landing gear a soft, proprietary brush. The Rival Shaman was contained, the Droid Disciple was in place, and the structure itself cast a rather handsome shadow. This was not a toy to be played with. It was an idol, a testament to my Human's desperate need for my approval. The offering was acceptable. I settled into the sunbeam beside it, closed my eyes, and began my purr. The shrine was consecrated.