Pete's Expert Summary
My human has presented me with a box containing three plastic dolls, or "action figures" as they call them. They are apparently famous villains from some space opera, meant to be posed and stared at on a shelf—a shelf that, I might add, is prime real estate for observing birds. I see a tall, dark one that looks like he'd be terrible at sneaking up on anything, a skeletal robot with far too many arms for proper grooming, and a blue-skinned fellow with an unnervingly calm demeanor. They come with little plastic bits that are undoubtedly destined to be lost under the couch. Frankly, their appeal is entirely lost on me; they lack a crinkle, a feather, or the tantalizing scent of catnip. This appears to be a classic human folly: acquiring things to *look at* instead of things to *chase*.
Key Features
- ICONIC STAR WARS VILLAINS: From Sith Lords to military strategists, these evil masterminds served to squash sparks of rebellion and counteract the light side of the Force
- INCLUDES 3 CLASSIC CHARACTERS: This set includes action figures of Darth Vader, Grand Admiral Thrawn, and General Grievous -- all formidable foes throughout Star Wars lore
- PREMIUM DESIGN AND ARTICULATION: Star Wars fans and collectors can display these 6 inch figures (15 cm) -- featuring premium deco and design, as well as multiple articulation points -- in their collections
- ENTERTAINMENT-INSPIRED ACCESSORIES: This 3-pack comes with a total of 7 accessories for dynamic poseability -- a great gift for collectors and fans ages 4 and up
- INDIVIDUAL CARDBACKS: Display Star Wars fandom on your shelf with individual dark side-inspired cardbacks
- BUILD OUT YOUR DARK SIDE COLLECTION: Look for more Black Series Star Wars action figures to recreate your favorite scenes from the Star Wars franchise on your shelf (Each sold separately. Subject to availability)
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The cardboard sarcophagus was opened with a reverence usually reserved for the can of wet food I get on my birthday. From it, my human extracted the three interlopers. The wheezing one in black and the clanking bag of bones were predictable. I dismissed them with a flick of my ear. But the third one… the blue one… he was different. My human placed him on the bookshelf, my favorite afternoon napping spot, and angled his head just so. His molded plastic face was a mask of cold calculation, and his piercing red eyes seemed to follow me as I performed my customary pre-nap circling. For days, a silent war was waged. I would leap onto the shelf, intending to settle into the warm patch of sun, only to find myself under his unnerving gaze. He was Grand Admiral Thrawn, my human had said, a master strategist. I could feel it. He was analyzing my every move. The way I kneaded the blanket was not a sign of contentment, but a tactical display of my formidable claws. The slight twitch of my tail was not an idle motion, but a signal of my intent. I was no longer merely a cat napping; I was a creature being perpetually out-maneuvered by a six-inch piece of plastic. I began my own campaign of psychological warfare. I would sit just out of his line of sight, purring with an intensity that bordered on threatening. I’d casually "discover" a loose thread on the rug right below his position, batting at it with a ferocity that was clearly a message. One afternoon, I executed a flawless maneuver, nudging one of his tiny, silver accessories with my nose until it tumbled into the abyss between the bookshelf and the wall. A small victory, but he remained unmoved, his placid, blue face a testament to his unbreakable resolve. Finally, I accepted the truth. This was not a toy to be batted or chewed. This was an adversary. He had claimed the shelf not through force, but through sheer, immovable presence. He provided a challenge my other toys could not: a battle of wits. I gave him a slow, deliberate blink of grudging respect. He did not blink back. Very well, Admiral. The shelf is yours… for now. The human may see a collectible, but I see a worthy nemesis. This one is not for playing; it is for plotting. And for that, it is exquisite.
