YUTSUJO (2-Pack) 4.8V 700mAh Ni-Cd Battery Pack Compatible with 1/18 RC Truck, Rock Off-Road, Four Wheels Race Car, SM-2P Plug, Rechargeable with USB Charging Cable

From: YUTSUJO

Pete's Expert Summary

My human seems to have acquired not a toy, but the guts of a toy. These two small, plastic-wrapped blocks from a brand called "YUTSUJO" are, on their own, an utter disappointment. They have no feathers, no scent, and make a dull thud when batted off the table. However, my human’s glee suggests they are the "life force" for one of the wheeled demons he occasionally unleashes. Their alleged "high-performance" nature is the only point of interest; if these batteries make the mechanical prey faster and more challenging, they are a worthy investment. The fact that there are two is a masterstroke of strategic thinking, promising minimal downtime between hunts. If they fail to deliver a vigorous chase, they are nothing more than glorified, inedible paperweights.

Key Features

  • COMPATIBLE WITH RC VEHICLES: Replacement battery pack designed for 1/18 RC trucks, rock off-road vehicles, and four wheels race cars with SM-2P plug connections.
  • HIGH-PERFORMANCE BATTERY: 4.8V voltage and 700mAh capacity with Ni-Cd chemistry, ensuring reliable and stable performance for extended play.
  • DURABLE DESIGN: Compact dimensions (2.16 x 1.97 x 0.59 inches) and high-quality construction for safe and secure fit in RC vehicles.
  • CONVENIENT CHARGING: Includes USB charging cables for easy and fast recharging; charging time is approximately 2-3 hours.
  • PACKAGE CONTENTS: Comes with 2 x 4.8V 700mAh Ni-Cd rechargeable battery packs and 2 x USB charging cables, backed by a 24-Month Worry-Free Warranty and Smile Customer Service.

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The Red Menace, that four-wheeled fiend my human calls an "RC Truck," had been silent for days. It sat in the corner, a husk of its former annoying self, its power cell depleted. The last few skirmishes were pathetic, ending with it wheezing to a halt mid-pounce. I had grown bored of its predictable demise. But then, a new shipment arrived. The human, acting like some back-alley surgeon, performed a transplant, swapping the vehicle’s dead heart for a fresh, black-wrapped organ bearing the strange insignia "YUTSUJO." He then plugged a second one into the wall, where it began to glow with a faint red light, like a sleeping dragon. My cynicism was a comfortable blanket. I watched from the safety of the divan, tail giving a slow, judgmental thump-thump-thump against the cushions. The human set the newly invigorated Menace on the hardwood. With a flick of his thumb, it exploded into motion. This was not the familiar, sputtering start. This was a shriek of plastic and a blur of spinning rubber. It shot across the room with a speed that startled me, a jolt that ran right up my spine and fluffed my tuxedo ruff. It wasn't just faster; it was more agile, executing a J-turn around the leg of the coffee table that was pure, unadulterated insolence. My pride, a far more powerful fuel than any nickel-cadmium battery, was ignited. I launched myself from the divan, no longer an observer but a participant in a grand, cosmic chase. The Red Menace was relentless. It didn't tire. It didn't slow. It scrambled over the edge of the rug—a barrier that used to beach it like a clumsy whale—and kept going. We danced a frantic ballet of hunter and hunted through the forest of furniture legs. My muscles, honed by years of dedicated napping, began to burn with a pleasant fire. This was a worthy adversary, a true test of my predatory grace. Just as I had it cornered, its energy finally waned. The human scooped it up. I prepared for the usual long, boring intermission. But no. In a movement of shocking efficiency, he swapped the spent YUTSUJO cell for the fully charged twin that had been waiting by the wall. The Red Menace was instantly reborn, its lights flashing, ready for another round. A two-pack. A strategic reserve. There would be no respite, no cease-fire. The human had, for once, understood the art of perpetual war. This was not just a battery; it was a promise of glorious, unending battle. And I, Pete, was ready.