Pete's Expert Summary
So, my human intends to construct a tribute to some obscure television program using a thousand tiny, sharp plastic bricks. Ah, LEGO. The harbinger of a thousand tiny, sharp calamities for unsuspecting paws. My human will likely spend an entire afternoon, a period I've earmarked for a sunbeam nap, meticulously clicking these garish blue and yellow bits together into the shape of a "jet." While the finished product will undoubtedly be a large, dust-collecting shelf ornament, I am intrigued by its components. The four tiny figurines—Wolverine, in particular, looks satisfyingly bat-able—are prime candidates for being sent skittering under the sofa. More importantly, I see mention of "stud shooters" and "spring shooters," which suggests a delightful source of projectiles for me to hunt. The jet itself is a waste of space; its ammunition, however, shows promise.
Key Features
- X-Men X-Jet – Take kids aboard the X-Jet from Marvel Studios’ X-Men ’97 TV series with this play and display X-Men plane model building kit
- 4 Marvel minifigures – The Disney Plus inspired buildable fighter jet toy has room in the cockpit for familiar X-Men characters Wolverine, Cyclops, Rogue and Magneto
- X-Men building toy – The X-Jet has 2 stud shooters on either side, 2 spring shooters underneath and 2 removable boxes inside for kids to store studs and Wolverine's attachable claws
- Play and display buildable model plane – When the day’s Super Hero action is over, the X-Men X-Jet can be displayed for all to admire
- LEGO gift for Marvel movie lovers – This buildable aircraft is a great gift for Marvel fans or jet plane enthusiasts
- 3D building instructions – Kids can download the LEGO Builder app for an immersive building experience, with digital tools to zoom in and rotate models in 3D, save sets and track progress
- LEGO Marvel collection – The extensive choice of LEGO Marvel building toys is designed to inspire all young Super Heroes with endless hands-on, creative adventures
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The Great Rustling began without warning, a sound that always precedes a period of intense and pointless human focus. My afternoon slumber on the velvet armchair was shattered by the crinkle of plastic bags and the cacophonous rattle of countless tiny objects being poured into a tray. My human was hunched over, a high priest performing a baffling, click-filled ritual over a colorful instruction booklet. For hours, this went on, a symphony of snaps and presses, while I observed from a safe distance, tail twitching in mild annoyance. The object taking shape was angular and loud, a monstrosity of blue and yellow. I watched with detached curiosity as four miniature beings were assembled and then unceremoniously sealed within a clear canopy. One, a scowling yellow fellow with absurd hair, seemed to glare out at me. A prisoner. I could respect that. Finally, the human placed the finished vessel upon the mantelpiece, a new, unwelcome peak in the mountain range of my domain. He beamed with pride, then turned to me. "What do you think, Pete?" To demonstrate its function, he pressed a button on the jet's underbelly, and with a surprisingly satisfying *thwip*, a small red cylinder shot across the living room carpet. My eyes, mere slits of sleepy contempt moments before, widened into black pools of predatory focus. Every muscle in my body coiled. The world narrowed to that single, skittering piece of red plastic. I was no longer Pete, the pampered lord of the manor; I was a hunter, a shadow on the plains of the shag rug. I stalked, I wiggled, and I pounced, pinning the "stud" beneath a soft, yet unyielding, gray paw. I picked it up delicately in my teeth and trotted back to the human, dropping it at his feet not as a gift, but as a demand. *Again.* He laughed and obliged, firing another projectile from a shooter on the wing. This game continued until he grew weary, but I did not. Later that night, under the soft glow of the moon, I leaped silently onto the mantel. The jet was cool and solid beneath my paws. It made for a superb observation post. Nosing around, I discovered the two removable boxes filled with a glorious surplus of ammunition. I nudged one open with my head, spilling the red cylinders onto the mantel like treasure from a vanquished foe. The human thinks he built a model of the X-Jet. The fool. He built my fortress. He constructed my armory. From this new perch, I can survey my entire kingdom, launching preemptive strikes against dust bunnies and unsuspecting ankles. The little plastic prisoners in the cockpit are my crew now. This LEGO set is not a toy; it is a tactical upgrade to my quality of life. It is worthy.
