Pete's Expert Summary
My Staff seems to think that because a product has the word "Learning" in the name, it must be of superior quality. Let's be clear: this "Peekaboo Learning Farm" is a collection of loud, hollow plastic barns designed for a small, clumsy human. The concept of hiding something inside is mildly intriguing, I suppose, but the primary components are offensively bright and likely to make a terrible clatter when I inevitably knock them off a table. The only redeeming feature appears to be the small, rubbery animal heads, which are apparently "finger puppets." While the barns themselves are a waste of my valuable napping real estate, a small, chewable creature animated by my Staff's own hand could, potentially, offer a moment's diversion. It’s a long shot.
Key Features
- SURPRISE TOYS: Discover a farm friend surprise in this learning toy's colorful, countable barns
- 5 ANIMAL FINGER PUPPETS: MEET 5 adorable farm animal finger puppets, including a cow, pig, chicken, and more
- LEARNING THAT GROWS WITH YOU: GROWS with you from imaginative puppet play to early math and color recognition
- FINE MOTOR SKILLS TOYS: Build fine motor skills with two piece barns sized right for little hands
- GIVE THE GIFT OF LEARNING: Whether you’re shopping for holidays, birthdays, or just because, toys from Learning Resources help you discover new learning fun every time you give a gift! Ideal gift for Halloween, Christmas, Stocking Stuffers, Easter Baskets Stuffers or even for Homeschool.
- Super Sensory Skills: Sensory fidget toys and activities not only encourage children to explore and investigate, they also help develop motor skills and even build nerve connections in the brain
A Tale from Pete the Cat
It was a Tuesday, which in this house has all the grim, shadowy ambiance of a back alley in the rain. The Staff, my primary dame, waltzed in with a box full of trouble. She dumped the contents onto my sunning spot—a garish collection of plastic shacks, each painted a color that screamed louder than a hungry kitten. The joint was called the "Peekaboo Farm," a name so cheerful it had to be hiding something ugly. I narrowed my eyes. This was a case, and I, Pete, was the only private eye with the grit to crack it. My first move was surveillance. I circled the perimeter, tail low. The barns were cheap, numbered 1 through 5 like cells on death row. A low-grade operation. I approached Barn #3, a lurid yellow, and gave it a professional tap. The roof popped off with a hollow click, revealing the face of a pig, frozen in a silent squeal. An informant. I gave him a sniff. He smelled of factory dust and broken promises. I tried to interrogate him with a swift bat of my paw, but he just stared, lifeless. Useless. I moved on, cracking open the other barns. A cow, a chicken… a whole crew of silent stooges. The case was going cold. Then, the dame made her move. She picked up the cow, a sad-looking sack of rubber, and slipped it onto her finger. Suddenly, the whole game changed. The stiff wasn't a stiff anymore. He was alive. He wiggled. He danced a clumsy jig just above the carpet. He taunted me with his sudden, jerky movements. This wasn't about the barns; the barns were just a front. The real action was with these puppets, these witnesses-turned-targets. The Staff wiggled the chicken next, its rubbery comb flopping insultingly. This was the break I needed. The chase was on. I stalked the wiggling chicken across the vast plains of the living room rug. I crouched, my tuxedo fur sleek in the lamplight, and with a final, decisive pounce, I apprehended the suspect. The takedown was swift, a flurry of gray and white fur, ending with the satisfying squish of rubber between my teeth. The Staff laughed, but I knew the truth. Case closed. The plastic barns are junk, a distraction for amateurs. But the rubber finger puppets? When properly animated by the big boss, they make for a decent caper. They’re worthy of a shakedown, any day of the week.
