Pete's Expert Summary
My human seems to have acquired this… thing. It’s a hollow, plastic swine from Fisher-Price, a known purveyor of noisy objects designed to placate the small, loud human. Its supposed purpose is to make a racket—songs, phrases, the works—whenever one shoves colorful discs into a slot on its back or pokes its nose. An insult to porcine dignity, if you ask me. While the cacophonous pig itself is an assault on the senses and a complete waste of my napping schedule, the ten plastic discs it dispenses are another matter entirely. They possess a certain… skittering potential across the hardwood floors that might, just might, be worth the trouble of extraction.
Key Features
- Musical toy piggy bank with 40+ songs, sounds and phrases
- 2 Smart Stages learning levels teach numbers and counting, colors, and Spanish words
- Drop the coins into piggy’s back or press the nose for fun songs, sounds and phrases
- Includes 10 colorful coins with numbers or animals on each side for put-and-take play
- Helps foster fine motor skills and introduces cause & effect for infants and toddlers ages 6 months to 3 years old
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The artifact was placed on the floor during the high sun, a time I reserve for deep, soul-cleansing sleep on the coolest patch of tile. I was aware of it only as a dream-fuzz of bright pink and the small human’s delighted shrieks. Hours later, under the silent moon, I finally approached. It sat in a pool of silvery light, a monument to bad taste. I was not an archaeologist, but a strategist. This was not a discovery; it was an infiltration. I could hear them inside, my prize, rattling faintly as I circled the perimeter. Ten plastic souls, trapped within a pig-shaped prison. My mission was clear: liberation. My first attempts were subtle. A gentle pawing at its base yielded nothing. A more forceful nudge with my head only made it rock slightly, its painted-on smile mocking me. I considered the direct approach—a full-body shove off the edge of the rug—but that lacked finesse. Then, I observed the small human’s technique in my mind’s eye. A clumsy, downward smash. I leaped onto the low-slung coffee table, my gray form a shadow against the dark leather. I took aim at the slot on its back. With a graceful leap, I descended, aiming my front paws directly into the opening. My weight was more than it was designed for. Instead of a cheerful *oink*, there was a stressed groan of plastic and a sudden *thump*. The pig tipped over, and a small, translucent door on its belly—a pathetic security flaw—popped open. Victory. Out spilled my glorious bounty: ten discs of varying, beautiful hues. A yellow one, a blue one, a green one with a crude drawing of a frog. They were lightweight, perfectly shaped, and utterly silent. I ignored the fallen pink warden. It had served its purpose. I selected a blue disc, flicking it with my paw. It shot across the hardwood, a whisper of a sound, before banking off the leg of the sofa and disappearing into the darkness beneath. A worthy challenge. I nudged another, a red one, sending it spinning into the kitchen. Yes. The pig is a grotesque vessel, a noisy distraction for the simple-minded. But as a coin dispenser for a superior game of my own invention? It is, I must begrudgingly admit, a resounding success. The prisoners are free, and the games have just begun.
