Pete's Expert Summary
My human has brought home what appears to be two identical, cheap plastic briefcases. Inside, he and his guest arrange tiny gray boats on a grid, hidden from each other by a flimsy plastic wall. They then proceed to shout meaningless letter-and-number combinations at each other for what feels like an eternity. From my vantage point, the only redeeming qualities of this "Hasbro Gaming" contraption are the sheer number of tiny, vibrant red and white pegs. While the slow, turn-based shouting seems an utter waste of a perfectly good evening that could be spent worshipping me, those little plastic pegs look like they would skitter magnificently across the hardwood floor. The potential for causing low-grade, persistent chaos is high, but the "game" itself is a certified cure for insomnia.
Key Features
- A CHILDHOOD FAVORITE: The classic game of naval combat! Fun for the whole family, this Battleship board game is an exciting strategy game for kids, teens, and adults
- HUNT, HIT, SINK, WIN: Enjoy head-to-head naval battles! This easy to learn 2 player game is the ultimate search-and-destroy mission: call a shot and fire. Sink all of an opponent's ships to win
- 2 PORTABLE BATTLE CASES WITH STORAGE: Convenient and easy to take on the go, this edition makes a great travel game for kids. All the ships and pegs store neatly in the cases
- OPTION FOR ADVANCED PLAY: This fun family game for kids comes with a Salvo feature that lets advanced players launch multiple attacks
- FAMILY GAMES FOR KIDS AND ADULTS: Looking for fun family board games or travel games for kids and adults? The Battleship game is a great choice for Family Game Night, rainy days, and vacations
- GREAT GIFTS FOR KIDS: Strategy board games and classic games make excellent gifts for boys, girls, and kids ages 7+
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The air in the living room grew thick with a tension I hadn't felt since the Great Tuna Can Incident of '22. My human, whom I shall refer to as "The Commander," sat hunched over a blue plastic console. Opposite him sat his friend, a lesser human known only as "The Challenger." They had erected barriers between them, a laughable attempt at secrecy from a being like myself, whose powers of observation are legendary. They spoke in a strange, clipped code. "G-4," The Commander would declare. A pause. "Miss," The Challenger would retort, a smug tone in his voice. This was not a game; this was a war of whispers. I decided a closer inspection was warranted. With the fluid grace that is my birthright, I leaped onto the table, landing silently between their two "battle stations." The Commander barely registered my presence, so engrossed was he in this bizarre ritual. I peered over his screen. There they were: a pathetic little plastic flotilla. A "Destroyer," an "Aircraft Carrier." Pitiful imitations. I've seen more impressive naval strategy in the water bowl after I've had a drink. The true prize lay in the side compartments: hundreds of tiny pegs, white for failure, red for success. They gleamed under the lamplight like miniature, forbidden jewels. My moment came when The Commander, in a fit of frustration after losing his "Battleship," leaned back in his chair and groaned. His guard was down. My mission was clear. It was not to attack his ships—that was too obvious, too crude. My goal was to disrupt the very fabric of their conflict. With a flick of my tail, executed with the precision of a surgeon, I sent the open container of white "miss" pegs tumbling. A cascade of plastic rained down upon the rug, scattering into the dark, unreachable nether-realms beneath the couch and entertainment center. Both humans stared, first at the mess, then at me. I met their gaze with a cool indifference, then began meticulously grooming a single, perfect paw. The Commander sighed, The Challenger chuckled. Their war was over, not with a bang, but with the quiet rattling of plastic on wood. The game itself is a monument to human boredom, but as a delivery system for instruments of subtle sabotage? It's a masterpiece. I will be requisitioning those red pegs for a future operation.
