Pete's Expert Summary
My human, in their infinite and often baffling wisdom, has brought home a collection of small plastic effigies they call "Muppets" from a company named "LEGO." From what I can gather, these are tiny, jointed figures that one must assemble from an even tinier pile of parts found inside a crinkly, disappointing bag. The primary appeal for the biped seems to be the thrill of not knowing which character they will get, a concept I find utterly foolish. Why leave things to chance when you can simply demand the best? While the figures themselves are static and lack the satisfying flutter of a real bird, their minuscule accessories—a banjo, a beaker, a tiny trumpet—show some promise as items to be batted into the dark, unreachable voids of this house. Ultimately, this seems more like a human-centric dust-collector project than a genuine contribution to my well-curated playtime portfolio.
Key Features
- This Limited Edition LEGO Minifigure set contains 1 of 12 buildable iconic LEGO Muppets characters, plus one or more accessories and a collectible booklet
- Each limited edition LEGO minifigure is highly detailed, comes with one or more accessories and will make a great addition to any collection
- 12 collectible Muppet Show minifigures, includes Animal, Beaker, Dr. Bunsen Honeydew, Fozzie Bear, Gonzo, Janice, Kermit the Frog and Miss Piggy
- Also includes the LEGO Muppet collection, Rowlf the dog, Statler, Swedish chef and Waldorf minifigures
- Kids of all ages will love the different characters, like Elmo, which they will find in the packs and this will make a great gift for any occasion
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The crinkle of the foil packet was an immediate offense. It was a cheap, shrill sound, unlike the sophisticated, deep rustle of the Churu tube wrapper. My human, however, was practically vibrating with an undignified glee, tearing the thing open like a starving raccoon at a bin. They tipped the contents onto the coffee table: a chaotic spill of garish plastic bits. I observed from the arm of the sofa, my gray fur immaculate, my expression one of profound disappointment. They fumbled for a few moments, their clumsy fingers snapping pieces together until a small, green frog-figure stood before them, holding a tiny, six-stringed banjo. "It's Kermit!" the human squealed, a noise that sent the sparrows outside my window scattering in terror. They placed the little amphibian idol on the edge of the bookshelf, right next to a potted plant I occasionally chew for digestive purposes. There it stood, a silent, plastic sentinel. I closed my eyes, feigning a descent into a deep and regal slumber. But behind my lids, I was plotting. The frog was irrelevant. The blocky green body, the unblinking painted eyes—all worthless. But the banjo… now *that* had character. It was small enough to be a challenge, light enough to be flicked, and complex enough in shape to be immensely satisfying to hide. It was an object that deserved a better fate than being held by a stationary piece of plastic. It deserved to be *hunted*. Later, under the cloak of midnight, I made my move. The house was a quiet kingdom of shadows, all of it mine. A silent leap from the floor to the armchair, then a fluid, muscular spring to the bookshelf. I moved with the grace my human could only dream of, my paws making no sound on the wood. I stood before the green frog, our painted eyes meeting in the dim light. I gave it a slow blink of utter dominance before turning my attention to the prize. A single, extended claw was all it took. I delicately hooked the banjo, lifting it from the frog's stiff, C-shaped hand. There was no struggle. The fool just stood there, perpetually smiling its vacant smile. With the tiny instrument secured gently in my mouth, I hopped down. The taste was disappointingly inert, but the feeling of victory was sublime. I trotted to my favorite hiding spot—the narrow gap between the refrigerator and the wall, a graveyard of lost treasures and forgotten kibble. With a deft nudge of my nose, the banjo slid into the dusty darkness, joining a bottle cap, a desiccated moth, and what I believe was once the human's earring. The frog could keep its fame. I had its soul. This LEGO "toy" was, on its own, a bore. But as a vessel for delivering superior, smaller toys for me to conquer? Well, perhaps it had its purpose after all.
