Crayola Crayons Bulk (24 Packs), Kids Back to School Essentials, Teacher Classroom Must Haves, Bulk School Supplies for Preschool & Kindergarten

From: Crayola

Pete's Expert Summary

My human, in a moment of questionable judgment, has acquired a colossal cardboard vessel containing a legion of smaller, identical boxes. Inside each, a cadre of waxy, colorful sticks stands at attention. Apparently, these are for the small, loud variety of humans to deface paper under the guise of "creativity." For me, the true value lies not in their intended use—a tedious affair of 'art'—but in their physics. Each stick is a perfect, lightweight cylinder for batting under the sofa, and the sheer quantity promises a delightful cacophony when swept from a high surface. The boxes themselves offer mediocre napping potential, a bit too small. While the act of 'drawing' is a complete waste of my precious energy, the potential for orchestrating a multi-colored, rolling avalanche is... intriguing.

Key Features

  • 24 BOX CRAYON SET: Features 24 crayon boxes with 24 assorted colors in each.
  • BULK CRAYOLA CRAYONS: Ideal for large-scale projects or classrooms, offering a wide range of vibrant colors to inspire creativity and learning. Perfect for group activities and collaborative work.
  • STRONG & DURABLE: These art tools for kids are double wrapped for added durability and strength.
  • MUST HAVE CLASSROOM SUPPLIES FOR TEACHERS: Perfect for teachers to replenish preschool and kindergarten classroom supplies for back-to-school season.
  • CRAYON COLORS: The 24 colors include Apricot, Black, Blue, Bluetiful, Blue Green, Blue Violet, Brown, Carnation Pink, Cerulean, Gray, Green, Green Yellow, Indigo, Orange, Red, Red Orange, Red Violet, Scarlet, Violet, Violet Red, White, Yellow, Yellow Green, and Yellow Orange.
  • KIDS ARTS & CRAFTS: Perfect for a variety of arts and crafts projects, enhancing imaginative play and color recognition.
  • SAFE AND NONTOXIC: Ideal for kids, ages 3 & up.

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The shipment arrived under the cover of daylight, a brazen move. My human, the unwitting handler, sliced open the primary container, revealing the cells within. Twenty-four units, each housing twenty-four operatives. I observed from my perch on the back of the sofa, my tail twitching. The air thickened with the scent of wax and conspiracy. The human remarked that they were "double wrapped for added durability." Body armor, I presumed. These were no ordinary agents. That evening, the handler left one of the units compromised, its lid ajar. This was my moment. I slunk from my post, paws silent on the rug. The operatives stood in their ranks, a silent, rainbow-hued platoon. I selected my first subject for interrogation: 'Cerulean,' a cool and calculated-looking agent. A swift, surgical strike of my paw sent it skittering out of formation. It rolled silently, refusing to talk. I pinned it, applying gentle pressure. I stared into its waxy tip, demanding to know its mission. Was it here to map the layout of my territory? To report on the frequency of my naps? It offered no answers. Stubborn. I realized a full-scale disruption was necessary to break their command structure. I turned my attention to the box itself, tipping it with a practiced nudge of my head. The operatives scattered, a chaotic cascade of color across the hardwood floor. 'Scarlet' and 'Red Violet' rolled together—a clear faction. 'Green Yellow' tried to hide in the shadows under the coffee table, a cowardly move. I spent the next hour batting them into interrogation piles, separating them from their comrades, ensuring no two could communicate. Their plot, whatever it was, was in disarray. My human eventually returned, sighing at the scene. She called me a "silly boy" and began gathering the scattered agents, returning them to their barracks. She failed to grasp the gravity of the situation. She thought it was a game. But I had successfully subverted the Crayola infiltration. For now. They are a worthy challenge, their silent, rolling defiance a far more complex puzzle than the frantic red dot. I will permit their presence in my domain, for the simple reason that vigilance against such a colorful and numerous foe keeps my skills sharp. My watch has begun.