Pete's Expert Summary
My human has acquired another piece of hard, scentless plastic. This one appears to be a small, angry man in a garish yellow and black suit, trapped for my safety in a clear box. They call it a "Wolverine," which is an insult to actual wolverines, who I'm sure are far more interesting. Its supposed appeal lies in its "premium design" and "20 points of articulation," which I translate to mean it has numerous joints perfect for snapping when I inevitably grow bored and decide to test its structural integrity. It also comes with spare paws, an utterly baffling and frankly creepy feature. While useless as a proper toy—it has no feathers, no catnip pouch, no tantalizing string—its small stature and precarious nature make it a prime candidate for a gravity experiment from the highest point of the bookcase.
Key Features
- COMICS-INSPIRED WOLVERINE: Collectible Wolverine figure is inspired by the character's appearance in Marvel's X-Treme X-Men comics
- PREMIUM DESIGN AND DECO: Fans and collectors can display premium figures with comics-inspired design and deco in their collection
- MARVEL COMICS-INSPIRED ACCESSORIES: Officially licensed Hasbro Marvel Legends set comes with 4 accessories, including alternate hands
- 6-INCH SCALE ACTION FIGURES: Featuring a window box package, fans and collectors can display this premium figure designed at the Marvel 6 inch action figure scale (15 cm)
- DISPLAY-WORTHY ARTICULATION: Collectible action figure features over 20 points of articulation with fully poseable head, arms, and legs for dynamic poses on your shelf
- X-TREME X-MEN: Wolverine unites with the group of X-Treme X-Men to battle telepathic threats and defend their team of mutant heroes
A Tale from Pete the Cat
It began as a quiet evening. The human was cooing over a box, a transparent prison holding a motionless figure. I observed from my perch on the arm of the sofa, feigning sleep while one eye tracked the strange ritual. This new idol was gaudy, a splash of offensive yellow that clashed terribly with the room's carefully curated gray-and-beige aesthetic. The human called it an "X-Treme" hero, a term that sounded both desperate and loud. Eventually, the figure was liberated and placed on the mantelpiece, a silent, glaring sentinel overlooking my domain. I waited until the house fell into the deep silence of 3 a.m., my preferred time for strategic patrols. I leaped silently onto the mantel, my soft paws making no sound on the cool wood. There it was. Smaller up close, but no less arrogant. Its plastic muscles were flexed, and its ridiculous head-wings seemed to mock the elegant simplicity of my own ears. I circled it once, my tail giving a slow, contemplative twitch. The human had posed it with its claws out, a pathetic attempt at intimidation. I’ve faced down the vacuum cleaner; this was nothing. My initial plan was a simple swat, a casual dismissal to send it tumbling into the abyss of the rug below. But as I raised my paw, I noticed its construction. The joints at its elbows and knees looked... interesting. This wasn't a solid, unyielding statue. It was a puppet. I nudged its arm gently with my nose. It moved with a faint click. I nudged it again, harder. Its arm swung wildly, throwing its entire body off balance. The little man teetered for a moment, a comical tableau of impending doom, before pitching forward. It did not, however, fall from the mantel. Instead, its articulated legs folded in such a way that it landed in a perfect, undignified face-plant right at my paws. It was defeated, yet it remained on my level. I stared down at the prone figure. There was no satisfying crash, no panicked search by the human in the morning. Just this. A quiet, personal victory. I nudged it again, batting it back and forth a few times. The clicking of its joints was a mildly amusing sound. I suppose it's not entirely without merit. It offers no thrill of the hunt, no satisfying shreddability. But as a customizable victim, a small, jointed effigy upon which to practice my skills of subtle disruption and psychological warfare? It will serve its purpose. For now, I left it in its prostrate position of shame. Let the human wonder what cosmic force of justice had visited their little hero in the night.
