Pete's Expert Summary
My Human has presented me with what appears to be a large, immobile brown beast from a company called GUND, which they seem to think impresses me. It's a "Mr. Snuffleupagus," apparently some sort of celebrity among the small, loud humans. It boasts of its shaggy fur and impressive size, features I've already perfected myself. While its static nature is an immediate mark against it—it won't be leading me on any thrilling chases—the promise of "premium, super-soft" material is intriguing. It might make for a decent wrestling partner to practice my bunny-kicks on, or, failing that, a sufficiently plush secondary napping pillow. Its worthiness will be determined by its texture and its ability to withstand a thorough quality inspection by claw and tooth.
Key Features
- SESAME STREET SNUFFLEUPAGUS PLUSH: This adorable 16” plush features Mr. Snuffleupagus with impressive details, including embroidered eyes with his long eyelashes, smiling mouth, and Snuffy’s super-soft, slightly shaggy brown plush fur.
- SOFT & HUGGABLE: This adorable Sesame Street plush toy features surface-washable construction for easy cleaning and is made from a soft, premium material that meets our famous GUND quality standards. Appropriate for ages 1 and up.
- GIFTS FOR KIDS AND COLLECTORS: Our plush toys, dolls, teddy bears and stuffed animals make impressive birthday gifts, stocking stuffers, and more Our vast collection of Sesame Street toys and characters is great for fans and collectors of all ages
- QUALITY CUDDLES: Our award-winning bears and toys appeal to animal lovers everywhere, known for their unmatched quality and huggable designs. From toddler toys to adults of all ages, GUND plush is perfect for play, collecting and cuddling.
- PREMIER PLUSH: As one of America’s oldest teddy bear makers, GUND has crafted unique and classic stuffed animals and soft toys for 125 years. To this day, we proudly carry this legacy and stand by our toys, known worldwide for quality and innovation.
- Includes: I GUND Sesame Street Snuffleupagus Plush, Poly Bag
- Covered by the Spin Master Care Commitment. See below for full details
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The artifact arrived shrouded in a crinkly, transparent skin, which the Human peeled away with far too much ceremony. It was an idol, clearly. A relic from some forgotten, furry civilization, exhumed and placed in the center of my living room floor. It was a great, brown, woolly thing with a placid smile and long, almost flirtatious eyelashes stitched above vacant eyes. It smelled of nothing but the factory it was born in and the faint, hopeful scent of the Human's hands. It did not move. It did not blink. It simply sat there, a silent challenge to my sovereignty. I began my reconnaissance, circling the idol at a safe distance. It was large, I’d give it that. Substantial. A proper landmass on the sea of hardwood floor. The Human cooed something about "Snuffy" and "quality cuddles," nonsense words that meant nothing to me. I ignored the commentary and moved in for a tactile analysis. I extended a single, cautious paw, claws sheathed, and pressed against its flank. The fur gave way with a satisfying plushness. The shaggy texture was novel, a departure from the sleek surfaces I usually grace with my presence. This GUND civilization, I noted, understood textiles. My investigation deepened. This was no longer just a visual and tactile assessment; it was a structural stress test. I launched myself at the idol, wrapping my front paws around its strange, trunk-like appendage and unleashing a furious barrage of bunny-kicks with my powerful hind legs. I was a tempest of gray and white fury against a mountain of brown shag. The idol absorbed every blow, its stitched smile never faltering. Its seams held. Its stuffing did not yield. It was a worthy, if passive, adversary. Exhausted from my rigorous testing, I ceased my assault. The idol remained, unbowed and impressively intact. My work was done. The artifact had been vetted. It was not a rival, nor was it mere decoration. It was a "slumber-mammoth," a vast, soft territory whose primary function was to be a large, warm, scent-absorbing companion for my naps. I claimed it, not with a flag, but with a deep, rumbling purr and a proprietary curl against its shaggy flank. The Human may have bought it, but this ancient beast now belonged to the museum of Me.
