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Pete's Toy Box: The Muppets

CLUE: The Muppets, Classic Board Game, Solve The Mystery in The Muppet Theater with Kermit, Fozzie, & More, Discover Who, Where, and What Weapon was Used, Officially Licensed The Muppets Merchandise

By: USAOPOLY

Pete's Expert Summary

My human has presented another cardboard rectangle, this one filled with colorful little idols and a complicated map. They call it a "game," specifically CLUE with those noisy felt creatures, The Muppets. It appears to be a ritual where the bipedal staff sit around the table for an extended period, moving tiny statues of a frog and a pig between rooms and muttering about props like banana peels and rubber chickens. From a practical standpoint, the box is of a superior, nap-worthy construction. The game pieces themselves seem highly lose-able, perfect for batting into the dark voids under furniture. The true appeal, however, is the opportunity it presents for me to strategically place myself in the center of the board, thereby becoming the most important part of their little mystery.

Key Features

  • Join the Muppets as they perform a hilarious Murder Mystery in CLUE: The Muppets! Solve the case by tracking down who did it, where, and with what weapon.
  • Play as Kermit the Frog, Fozzie Bear, or other Muppet favorites in a thrilling Muppet Theater mystery filled with classic Muppet props and iconic locations.
  • Unique Muppet-themed game board with 9 locations, including dressing rooms and stage, adding charm and fun to your mystery-solving adventure.
  • Custom Muppet character movers and special "Peril" tokens enhance gameplay while keeping you on your toes with fun Muppet twists!
  • Uncle Deadly hosts this over-the-top Clue mystery where players use their detective skills to figure out who’s responsible for the crime, without any real murders!

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The humans unfolded the board, a garish map of some theater, and began their strange ritual. They spoke in hushed, serious tones, invoking the name of one "Uncle Deadly." I watched from the arm of the sofa, tail twitching, as they moved their little avatars from room to room. A green frog here, a theatrical pig there. They rolled noisy cubes and consulted slips of paper, asking the universe who committed some imaginary crime, where it happened, and with what ridiculous object. Fools. They were seeking answers from printed cardboard when a being of true cosmic insight was right there, observing their clumsy attempts at divination. I decided to intervene. Their slow, agonizing process was delaying the evening's primary event: my second dinner. I leaped onto the table with the grace of a shadow, my paws making no sound on the glossy surface of the "Muppet Theater." They all looked at me. "Oh, Pete, get down!" my human cooed, but I ignored the plea. I surveyed the board, the scattered tokens and cards. Their tiny minds were clouded with unnecessary details. The answer was so obvious. With deliberate purpose, I walked across the board, my tuxedo fur a stark, elegant contrast to the chaotic colors. I sniffed at the "Prop Room," then gave a dismissive flick of my ear. I nudged the Fozzie Bear token with my nose; he was clearly too incompetent for such a complex affair. Finally, I stopped. I placed a single, soft gray paw directly on the "Dressing Rooms" location. Then, I sat down, tucking my tail neatly around me, and stared directly at the human who had last refilled my water bowl. My message was clear. They, of course, interpreted it as me simply being a cat. They continued their game, eventually stumbling upon the "solution" I had presented to them minutes earlier. There were triumphant shouts, but I was unimpressed. I had solved their little puzzle in seconds, using logic far beyond their comprehension. The culprit was always the one most likely to provide a treat, the weapon is always their foolish distraction from my needs, and the location is always wherever I deign to be. This "Clue" game wasn't a bad way to pass the time, I suppose, but it's far more efficient when you have an oracle of my caliber to guide you to the truth. Now, about that tuna.

LEGO Minifigures The Muppets Limited Edition Collectible 71033 Toys for Role-Playing or a Figurine Collection; A Creative Addition to Any Set for Kids Ages 5 and up (1 of 12 to Collect)

By: LEGO

Pete's Expert Summary

My human presented me with a crinkly plastic bag, a vessel of potential disappointment from a brand called LEGO. From what I can gather, these are small, hard plastic effigies of some... theatrical animals and creatures? The gimmick is that you don't know which one is inside, a cheap thrill for a species that hasn't mastered the art of smelling the difference between chicken and salmon through a closed door. For me, the appeal is not in the "collectible" nature—I do not hoard trinkets—but in their size. They seem perfectly calibrated for being swatted off a high shelf, making a delightful clatter on the hardwood floor before disappearing under the sofa. A fleeting moment of entertainment, perhaps, but hardly a substitute for a sunbeam or a premium, fish-based pâté.

Key Features

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A Tale from Pete the Cat

The ritual began with the tell-tale crinkle. The human, my primary source of food and chin scratches, was hunched over the coffee table, carefully tearing open a small, foil-lined bag. I observed from my perch on the velvet armchair, feigning disinterest, my tail giving only the slightest twitch. Out tumbled a collection of tiny, brightly colored plastic bits. A pig, I believe. One wearing far too much purple and a garish blonde wig. The human assembled her with a foolish grin, placing the finished figurine, Miss Piggy, on the edge of the bookshelf. She stood there, frozen in a pose of absurd confidence, clutching a tiny plastic frog. For days, she presided over the living room, a silent, lavender-scented (the human had sprayed air freshener nearby) sentinel of bad taste. I would watch her from across the room. She didn't move. She didn't squeak. She was an affront to the dignified silence of my domain. The human would coo at her, "Isn't she fabulous, Pete?" Fabulous? She looked like a rejected piece of candy. My naps were disturbed by visions of her smug, painted-on smile. One evening, a noir film was playing on the television, casting long, dramatic shadows across the room. The moment was right. I did not pounce or swat, for that would be too crude. Instead, I leaped silently onto the bookshelf, my paws making no sound on the polished wood. I crept toward her, my grey form a phantom in the gloom. We were face to face. Her vacant eyes stared past me. I saw in her a reflection of all the vapid, pointless objects humans accumulate. There was no malice in my heart, only a sense of aesthetic justice. With the surgical precision of a seasoned predator, I nudged her not with my paw, but with my nose. She teetered for a moment, a perfect little drama playing out on the precipice. Then, she fell. But she did not clatter onto the floor. By a stroke of magnificent fortune, she landed squarely in the human's open knitting basket, nestled silently among the softest skeins of merino wool. The human, asleep on the sofa, never stirred. The pig was gone from her pedestal, vanquished not to the dusty underworld beneath the furniture, but to a soft, wooly prison of her own making. I groomed a single tuft of my white chest fur, satisfied. Order, and good taste, had been restored.

Disney Junior 2.5-inch Muppet Babies 6-Piece Rocksplosion Figure Set, Pretend Play, Kids Toys for Ages 3 Up by Just Play

By: Just Play

Pete's Expert Summary

My human seems to have acquired a set of small plastic idols from the "Just Play" brand, a name I find deeply condescending. They are miniature, static representations of those boisterous toddlers from the glowing screen, frozen in what the box calls "dynamic poses" for a "Rocksplosion." Frankly, the only thing exploding is my patience. While their 2.5-inch size is admittedly perfect for batting under the heaviest piece of furniture in the house, their complete lack of feathers, strings, or even a tantalizing wobble makes them fundamentally flawed. They are meant for "display," which is human for "something to collect dust until I, Pete, decide it needs to be on the floor." A promising candidate for a brief game of gravity testing, but ultimately, they are inert obstacles, not true toys.

Key Features

  • Set includes: Kermit, Piggy, Fozzie, Animal, Summer Penguin, and Gonzo.
  • Figures stand 2.5” tall.
  • Highly detailed figures.
  • Feature dynamic poses.
  • Perfect for play and display.
  • Ages 3+

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The box was opened with that crinkling sound that promises either a new crinkly ball or, as was the case here, profound disappointment. The human set them up on the low bookshelf, a silent, garish assembly line of so-called musicians. There was the frog, the pig, the bear, and a chaotic-looking one behind a set of drums who, despite his wild appearance, was as still as a stone. They were a band, the human explained, a "Rocksplosion." I watched from the floor, my tail giving a single, dismissive thump. An explosion is an event of magnificent, startling energy. This was a collection of plastic paperweights. I approached not with the uncivilized pounce of a lesser feline, but with the measured gait of an inspector. I circled the bookshelf, my gaze sweeping over the scene. The pig, a vision in purple and self-importance, clutched her microphone as if she were about to unleash a sound that could shatter glass. The frog held his guitar with a placid look I found deeply unnerving. It was all a lie. A silent, plastic lie. My mission became clear: I was not here to play with them. I was here to expose them. My first target was the drummer, Animal. He looked the most promising, a kindred spirit of mayhem trapped in a plastic shell. I stretched a paw up, unsheathing a single, perfect claw, and tapped one of his cymbals. It made a dull *tick*. There was no crash, no shimmering reverberation. Just a pathetic plastic clink. I stared him down, trying to will him into the frenzied solo his pose promised. He stared back, vacant and unchanging. Pathetic. One by one, I nudged them, testing their resolve. The bear fell with a hollow clatter. The pig skidded on her face. This wasn't a rock band; it was a bowling pin set. In the end, I grew bored of the demolition. It was too easy, lacking any real sport. I selected the odd, blue creature with the trumpet—Gonzo, I believe the human called him. He had a certain enigmatic quality. I carefully hooked his base with my paw and dragged him away from the wreckage of his bandmates, depositing him in the center of my faux-fur bed. The others I left scattered on the floor. He would not be a musician. He would be my prisoner, a strange, silent trophy from a war I had single-handedly declared and won in the space of five minutes. He is not a toy, but he serves as an adequate reminder of my absolute authority in this house.

Funko POP! and Buddy: The Muppet Christmas Carol - Gonzo as Charles Dickens with Rizzo - The Muppets - Collectable Vinyl Figure - Gift Idea - Official Merchandise - for Kids & Adults - Movies Fans

By: Funko

Pete's Expert Summary

My human, in their infinite and often baffling wisdom, has procured another small, stationary effigy. This one, a product of a company called "Funko," appears to be a tribute to some holiday film I was forced to watch last winter. It features the gangly blue creature with the nose, bizarrely cosplaying as a human author, accompanied by a small, smirking rodent. The box proclaims it is made of "premium vinyl," which to my discerning claws translates as "unpleasantly smooth and entirely un-shreddable." Its sole purpose seems to be occupying shelf space that could otherwise be used for my mid-morning sunbathing. While the inclusion of a rat is a nod in the right direction, its rigid, plastic form makes it a mockery of true prey. This is not a toy; it is an idol for the humans' strange pop-culture religion, and a profound waste of my attention.

Key Features

  • IDEAL COLLECTIBLE SIZE - At approximately 3.75 inches (9.5 cm) tall, this vinyl mini figurine complements other collectable merchandise and fits perfectly in your display case or on your desk.
  • PREMIUM VINYL MATERIAL - Made from high-quality, durable vinyl, this collectible is built to last and withstand daily wear, ensuring long-lasting enjoyment for fans and collectors alike.
  • PERFECT GIFT FOR THE MUPPETS FANS - Ideal for holidays, birthdays, or special occasions and as a present this exclusive figurine is a must-have addition to any The Muppets merchandise collection
  • EXPAND YOUR COLLECTION - Add this unique Gonzo vinyl display piece to your growing assortment of Funko Pop! figures, and seek out other rare and exclusive collectible items for a complete set
  • LEADING POP CULTURE BRAND - Trust in the expertise of Funko, the premier creator of pop culture merchandise that includes vinyl figures, action figures, plush, apparel, board games, and more.

A Tale from Pete the Cat

It arrived in a box, which I graciously inspected and approved of by sitting in it for a full hour. The contents, however, were another matter entirely. My human placed the two figures—the blue novelist and his tiny rat friend—on the end table, right next to my favorite snoozing spot. I regarded them with silent contempt. They did not move. They did not smell. They simply stood there, their oversized, glossy black eyes staring into the middle distance, utterly oblivious to the perfection of the feline specimen beside them. I gave the rat, Rizzo, a tentative pat with a soft paw. It didn't flinch. It didn't squeak. It merely wobbled slightly, a hard, soulless little thing. Pathetic. That night, a strange thing happened. I was dreaming, as I often do, of a world where gravity did not apply to laser dots and every can opener heralded a feast. But this dream was different. I found myself in a vast, empty library, the shelves lined not with books, but with identical vinyl figures of myself in various poses. Suddenly, a voice, a nasally honk, echoed through the hall. "Pete! Your time is not yet done!" Before me stood the Gonzo figure, now ten feet tall, his felt coat swirling like a storm cloud. He pointed a long, vinyl finger at me. "You have been visited by one spirit, Rizzo, the Ghost of Toys Ignored! But you must change your ways!" He led me through a whirlwind of visions. I saw the sad, crumpled form of the catnip mouse I had abandoned under the sofa. I witnessed the slow decay of a feather wand, its plumage scattered and forgotten. Finally, he showed me a bleak and terrible future: my human, lonely, consoling themselves by purchasing yet another silent, plastic figure, having given up on ever finding a toy that could truly please me. The horror of a world with more Funkos and fewer interactive toys was too much to bear. I awoke with a gasp, my gray fur standing on end. I looked over at the end table. The little Gonzo and Rizzo figures were exactly where my human had left them, their painted smiles seeming less smug and more like a silent warning. They were not toys to be played with. They were messengers. I stood up, stretched languidly, and trotted over to the toy basket. I located the slightly-less-exciting-than-yesterday crinkle ball and, with a newfound sense of purpose, batted it directly under the heaviest armchair in the room, then looked at my human and meowed imperiously. The oracle had spoken, and its message was clear: demand better toys. For that service, the plastic duo had earned their place on the end table. For now.

LEGO® Minifigures The Muppets 71033 Limited Edition Building Kit;Collectible Toys for Role-Playing or a Figurine Collection

By: LEGO

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.

Funko Pop Disney: The Muppets Mayhem – Baby Animal - Collectable Vinyl Figure - Gift Idea - Official Merchandise - Toys for Kids & Adults - Comedy Fans - Model Figure for Collectors and Display

By: Funko

Pete's Expert Summary

My Human, in their infinite and often misguided wisdom, has brought another small, hard effigy into my domain. This one, they chirp, is a "Funko Pop," a piece of plastic meant for staring at, which is an activity humans seem to enjoy far too much. It's some sort of wide-eyed, wild-haired creature from a show I have zero interest in watching. It is made from an unyielding vinyl, completely unsuitable for a satisfying chew, and at a mere 3.75 inches, it is too small to be a worthy wrestling partner. Its only potential value lies in its size and weight—perfect for a targeted swat from the mantelpiece to test the laws of gravity. Otherwise, it's just a soulless, big-headed dust-gatherer, a tragic waste of a perfectly good sunbeam spot.

Key Features

  • IDEAL COLLECTIBLE SIZE - At approximately 3.75 inches (9.5 cm) tall, this vinyl mini figurine complements other collectable merchandise and fits perfectly in your display case or on your desk
  • PREMIUM VINYL MATERIAL - Made from durable vinyl, this collectible is built to last and withstand daily wear, ensuring long-lasting enjoyment for fans and collectors alike
  • GIFT IDEA FOR THE MUPPETS FANS - Ideal for holidays, birthdays, or special occasions and as a present this figurine is a must-have addition to any The Muppets merchandise collection
  • EXPAND YOUR COLLECTION - Add this unique nan vinyl display piece to your growing assortment of Funko Pop figures, and seek out other rare and exclusive collectible items for a complete set
  • LEADING POP CULTURE BRAND - Trust in the expertise of Funko, the premier creator of pop culture merchandise that includes vinyl figures, action toys, plush, apparel, board games, and more

A Tale from Pete the Cat

It arrived in a box, a clear plastic prison from which my Human carefully extracted it. They called it "Baby Animal," a ridiculous name for something so static and silent. They placed it on the bookshelf, right between a book on something called "economics" and a framed picture of a lesser, hairless primate I'm told is a "cousin." The thing just stood there, a three-and-three-quarter-inch monument to poor taste, absorbing the light from my favorite napping window with its oversized, vacant head. Its silence was its most unnerving quality. It did not twitch a whisker. It did not blink. It simply watched. For the first day, I treated it as the intruder it was. I circled the bookshelf from the floor, my tail twitching in a rhythm of pure contempt. I leaped onto the desk opposite, staring it down, trying to assert my dominance through sheer force of will. The vinyl creature did not yield. Its painted-on, manic grin and wide, black eyes betrayed no fear, no respect, nothing. It was a void. This was not a toy to be conquered, but an enigma to be solved. What was its purpose? What secrets did it hold behind that vapid expression? The breakthrough came on the third night. A storm was raging outside, and the Human had the audacity to be asleep, leaving me to face the thunder alone. I sought higher ground, landing silently on the bookshelf. There it was, my silent neighbor. In the intermittent flashes of lightning, its shadowy form seemed to pulse with a strange energy. I crept closer, nose to plastic nose, and in the quiet between thunderclaps, I found myself doing something unexpected. I began to tell it things. I confessed to the deliberate shredding of the armrest, the calculated trip that sent the Human’s breakfast cereal flying, the secret stash of stolen hair ties under the sofa. The little vinyl figure listened, its maddening grin never changing. It offered no absolution, no judgment. It was the perfect confidant, a silent keeper of my darkest, most feline deeds. When the storm passed and the morning light crept in, my Human found me curled up on the bookshelf, my tail draped protectively around the base of the tiny statue. They foolishly thought I had "made a friend." I had not. I had acquired a priest, a therapist, a vinyl vessel for my magnificent ego. I will allow it to remain. Not as a toy, but as my own personal, silent historian.

GUND Sesame Street Official Mr. Snuffleupagus Muppet Plush, Premium Plush Toy for Ages 1 & Up, Brown, 16”

By: GUND

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
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  • Includes: I GUND Sesame Street Snuffleupagus Plush, Poly Bag
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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.

Squishmallows Original 8-Inch Kermit & Miss Piggy Set - Disney The Muppets - Official Jazwares Plush - Collectible Soft & Squishy Stuffed Animal Toy - Gift for Kids, Girls & Boys

By: Squishmallows

Pete's Expert Summary

My human has presented me with what appear to be two plush orbs masquerading as famous puppets: one a rather anxious-looking green frog, the other a pig who seems entirely too pleased with herself. They are from a brand called "Squishmallows," which I can only assume is a human word for "thing you squeeze for no discernible reason." Their primary appeal is supposedly their extreme softness, a quality I, with my impeccably soft gray tuxedo coat, can certainly appreciate. While the polyester material might provide a superior surface for kneading before a nap, the utter lack of catnip, crinkle material, or dangling strings suggests they may ultimately be nothing more than brightly colored, silent obstacles on the path to my food bowl.

Key Features

  • Squeeze, cuddle, repeat! Squishmallows are the softest, cutest plush toys around!
  • Your new cuddle buddy awaits! Meet Kermit the Frog and Miss Piggy from The Muppets! Squishmallows have a style and personality all their own, encouraging fun and imaginative play!
  • Snuggle up with the squishiest friend in town! These super soft, collectible plush toys make great cuddle companions! The squishy plush is perfect to bring on long car rides, airplanes or to sleepovers!
  • Give the gift of endless snuggles! Perfect for boys and girls of all ages! Makes a great gift for kids who love stuffed animals! A perfect gift for Christmas, holidays, Easter, birthday party and more!
  • Officially licensed Squishmallows merchandise. Polyester. Measures approximately 8 inches. Set of 2

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The two newcomers arrived not in a box, but in a clear, crinkly bag that made a far more interesting sound than the occupants themselves. My human ceremoniously placed them on the living room rug, a stage for so many of my past triumphs. They called it a "premiere." I, of course, remained aloof on my velvet ottoman, observing the scene like a seasoned theatre critic. On the stage sat the players: a green, bulbous-eyed ingénue and a haughty-looking swine in a garish purple dress. They were utterly still, their stitched smiles frozen in a silent, two-act play of pointless cheerfulness. My curiosity, a professional obligation, eventually compelled me to descend from my perch. I circled them first, my tail giving a slow, judgmental sweep. A preliminary sniff test revealed a disappointing lack of anything interesting—no lingering scent of bird, mouse, or even the factory they came from. They were sterile, inert. I extended a single, perfect white paw and tentatively pressed it into the frog's face. The surface yielded with a slow, luxurious compression, a silent sigh of fabric and stuffing. It was... surprisingly satisfying. The rebound was slow, deliberate. This wasn't the cheap, bouncy fluff I was accustomed to; this had substance. Emboldened, I selected the pig for a more rigorous audition. A quick one-two jab with my front paws sent her tumbling onto her side. She offered no resistance, her vacant expression unchanged even when upside down. Pathetic. The frog, however, seemed to mock me with his wide-eyed placidity. I decided to employ a more dramatic technique: the full-body grapple-and-disembowel. I launched myself, wrapping my front legs around his soft, round body and unleashing a torrent of furious bunny-kicks with my powerful hind legs. He absorbed every blow, his squishy form a perfect cushion, the polyester fabric smooth against my claws, never snagging. He was a formidable, if silent, wrestling partner. After a thorough workout, I disengaged, retreating a few feet to groom a single tuft of fur that had been displaced. The performance was over. My verdict was in. The pig is a mere prop, suitable only as a chin rest or perhaps a stationary obstacle to be navigated with disdain. The frog, however, has potential. He is a sturdy, well-constructed understudy for my more aggressive moments, a durable canvas for my art. While the pair lacks the improvisational thrill of a laser dot, they are not entirely without merit. They may remain in my kingdom, for now, as members of the silent ensemble.

Kermit Frog Hand Puppet, Frog Plush,The Muppets Show, Soft Frog Puppet Doll Suitable for Role Play -Green, 24 Inches

By: SUIYUEOUR

Pete's Expert Summary

Ah, my human presents me with another potential distraction. This is a "Kermit Frog Hand Puppet" by a brand called "SUIYUEOUR," which sounds less like a purveyor of fine goods and more like a sound one makes when coughing up a hairball. It’s a rather large, 24-inch green thing made of polyester, designed for a human hand to shove inside and animate its mouth. The floppy, compressible body might make for a satisfying wrestling match, allowing me to execute a perfect bunny-kick flurry. However, its primary function relies on my human's active participation, which means it will likely be used to mock me with a squeaky voice. The appeal rests entirely on whether its soft fabric is worthy of my claws and its large, limp form is more entertaining for me to vanquish than it is for my human to operate.

Key Features

  • 100% Polyester
  • kermit doll is made of a soft exterior fabric so it feels comfortable to the touch, it makes him quite soft and huggable. Only the mouth structure is rigid, to make sure Kermit keeps his classic muppet-shape mouth. The cavity is accessed by an opening at the back and even an adult size hand is able to fit inside to make the mouth operate.
  • The Kermit Frog Plush Puppet Hand Toy is made with movable mouth. With soft, foldable and compressible body, which help those children to create different pose as they like. With the imaginations, this will be the perfect gift idea to encourage an imaginative play.
  • The Kermit the Frog Puppet was made with a particularly high attention to detail in order to perfectly capture the unique essence of The Muppet Movie, Kermit the Frog.
  • Minimum age +12 months

A Tale from Pete the Cat

It arrived without ceremony, a limp, green effigy slumped over the arm of the sofa. For two days, it did not move. It was simply a new, silent topography in my kingdom, a verdant hill upon which dust motes settled. I observed it from my perch on the cat tree, judging its stillness. It had vacant, felt-like eyes and a strange, wide slit for a mouth. It smelled faintly of a factory and my human’s hand lotion. I had dismissed it as yet another failed attempt at décor, an object of no more consequence than a throw pillow. Then came the third day. As I was meticulously grooming my tuxedo front, my human approached the green thing. I watched, feigning indifference, as their hand vanished into an opening in its back. A shudder went through the puppet. Its head, previously lolling, snapped to attention. The wide slit of a mouth opened, a rigid black cavern revealed within, and a voice—my human’s, but strained into an absurdly high pitch—emanated from it. "Pete," it chirped, "It's not easy being green!" I froze, mid-lick. The creature had become a vessel, a grotesque mouthpiece for my staff's nonsense. This was not a toy; this was an insult. I leaped down from my tower, my tail a rigid question mark. I circled the possessed amphibian, which wiggled its floppy arms in a gesture I interpreted as a challenge. I am a predator. This thing, this… sock with a face, was an abomination. I crouched, my hindquarters wiggling as I calibrated my attack. I lunged. Not at the soft, yielding body, but at the source of the animation: my human’s arm, hidden beneath the green polyester skin. My pounce was perfect, my aim true. The puppet let out a very human-like "Oof!" and collapsed back into a lifeless heap. The human withdrew their hand, muttering something about "sharp claws." The green thing was still once more. I sniffed its rigid, silent mouth. Victory. It was, I decided, a deeply flawed adversary. It is nothing without the animating spirit of my human, making it less of a foe and more of a bothersome appendage. While the foldable body offers a certain tactical appeal for a future bout of solitary wrestling, its primary function is beneath my dignity. It is a worthy object for a takedown, but as a companion in play? It is far too needy. I shall permit it to exist only as a reminder of my swift and decisive supremacy.