Pete's Expert Summary
My Staff has procured another plastic totem, this one a so-called "Aerialbot Fireflight." It is a member of the "Transformers" tribe, a lineage of shelf-sitters my human holds in high esteem. The primary gimmick is its ability to contort from a bipedal form into what they charitably call a "jet." For a being of my refined taste, the appeal is tactical. Its 5.5-inch stature makes it a suitable adversary for a thorough tail-lashing, and its articulated limbs can surely be manipulated into a variety of undignified poses after a well-aimed shove. The two small blaster accessories are the true prize, perfectly sized for being batted into the mysterious dimension beneath the sofa, a loss my human will mourn for weeks. The 17-step transformation, however, is simply 17 steps of the Staff focusing on something other than my dinner bowl. A mixed offering.
Key Features
- AGE OF THE PRIMES AERIALBOT FIREFLIGHT: This Transformers Aerialbot Fireflight figure features deco and details inspired by the Transformers universe
- PART OF TRANSFORMERS AERIALBOT SUPERION: Aerialbot Fireflight action figure combines with other Aerialbot Transformers figures (each sold separately, subject to availability) to create the Aerialbot Superion figure
- 5.5-INCH DELUXE CLASS TRANSFORMERS FIGURE: In robot mode, the Transformers action figure is 5.5 inches (14 cm) tall
- CONVERT BETWEEN ROBOT AND JET MODE IN 17 STEPS: This Transformers toy figure converts between modes in 17 steps
- 2 ACCESSORIES ATTACH IN BOTH MODES: Figure comes with 2 blaster accessory pieces
- ARTICULATED FOR PLAY AND DISPLAY: Age of the Primes Transformers figures feature high articulation for display-worthy poses or action-packed play
- GIFT TRANSFORMERS COLLECTIBLES: Transformers action figures make a great gift for boys and girls 8 and up or anyone who collects Transformers toys
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The new arrival was placed on the sacred altar—the polished surface of the coffee table—with a reverence I usually reserve for a freshly opened can of tuna. It stood there, a silent sentinel in red and white, its plastic gaze fixed on some point beyond the mortal realm. My human called it "Fireflight." I called it an intruder. An emissary from the Unblinking Synthetic Kingdom, sent to observe my domain. I approached with the silent tread befitting a gray-furred monarch, my white-socked paws making no sound. Its stillness was a challenge. Its silence, a negotiation. I circled it once, my tail a slowly twitching question mark. My human, the lumbering Prime Minister of this house, then began the ritual. With a series of clicks and snaps that grated on my sensitive ears, they began to twist and fold the emissary. It was a grotesque form of diplomacy, a forced contortion meant to signify… what? A willingness to change? It was a violent, undignified process. The emissary's limbs were tucked away, its head vanished, and its proud humanoid form collapsed into a crude approximation of a bird of prey. A jet. A pathetic attempt to mimic the creatures I occasionally watch with murderous intent through the window. It was an insult, but a fascinating one. Now it lay in its new form, a winged pretender. I extended a single, cautious claw and tapped its wingtip. The plastic felt cold, impassive. I sniffed its nosecone, detecting only the faint, sterile scent of its factory birthplace and the oils from my human's hands. This was not a worthy opponent for a hunt, nor a comfortable companion for a nap. It was an object, a puzzle box that only the Staff could operate. It offered no sport, no texture, no satisfying resistance. My verdict was delivered not with a hiss, but with a yawn of profound indifference. I turned my back on the plastic effigy and leaped onto the sofa, settling into my favorite cushion. Let the human have their strange, convertible statues. The emissary could keep its post on the coffee table, a silent testament to my human's baffling hobbies. However, as I drifted off to sleep, I made a mental note. One of its small blaster-offerings had been placed beside it. A tribute, I decided. A tribute I would claim later, under the cover of darkness, and ceremoniously deliver to the void beneath the armchair. The negotiations were, in their own way, a success.
