Pete's Expert Summary
So, the human has acquired another collection of miniature haberdashery. This "Rainbow High" brand seems to specialize in providing tiny, brightly colored accoutrements for a silent plastic cult of "dolls." This particular set, the "Skate Social," is apparently a complete ensemble for a day of pointless rolling. It includes some fabric scraps meant to be clothing, some socks that wouldn't fit my littlest toe, and the main event: impossibly small roller skates with wheels that actually turn. While the crinkly packaging holds a fleeting appeal, the true value here is the potential for these minuscule items to become "lost" under furniture, providing a worthy challenge for a future hunt. Otherwise, it's just more clutter for the human to obsess over, leaving me more time for my naps. A fair trade.
Key Features
- INSPIRES KIDS TO BE CREATIVE: For the first time EVER - kids can extend playtime with Rainbow High’s Fashion Packs. The fashion packs come in 6 different inspiring themes: Pool Day, Pep Rally, Dance Party, Skate Social, Ballet Recital, Sleepover. Each fashion pack comes with the doll’s wardrobe essential (fashion + shoes) and fun accessories. And the different fashion packs can be mixed and matched to create even more original stories.
- SKATE SOCIAL: Let’s hit boardwalk! Fashion Pack includes a matching terry top and shorts, roller skates with wheels, a pair of tube socks, backpack, and headphones.
- COLLECT THEM ALL: Pool Day, Pep Rally, Dance Party, Skate Social, Ballet Recital, Sleepover? OR collect them all to have endless mix and match fun. DOLLS SOLD SEPARATELY.
- MIX & MATCH FUN: Each of the 6 unique fashion packs includes a full outfit, shoes, and themed accessories. And they fit all 11” Rainbow High Dolls and most Fashion Dolls, perfect to inspire you to play over and over again
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The rug was a battlefield of pastel carnage. I surveyed the scene from my perch on the arm of the sofa, my tail twitching like a metronome counting down to doom. The human child had torn open the "Skate Social" evidence locker and scattered its contents with reckless abandon. To the untrained eye, it was a mess. To me, Detective Pete, it was a case. The victim—a Rainbow High doll with vacant, glitter-flecked eyes—lay prone, her arm twisted at an unnatural angle. The perp was long gone, but they'd left clues. I padded silently onto the scene, my white paws making no sound on the plush fibers. First, Exhibit A: a pair of miniature headphones, discarded near the doll's head. Had she heard her attacker coming? Or was she listening to some dreadful pop music, oblivious to her fate? I nudged them with my nose. Cheap plastic. Next, I found the getaway vehicles: a pair of tiny roller skates, one of which was still attached to the victim's foot. The wheels, I noted with professional interest, were functional. This was a pro. Fast, silent, and stylish. The matching terry cloth top and shorts were crumpled nearby, a sign of a struggle. But the key piece of evidence was the backpack. I hooked a claw into the tiny strap and dragged it closer. What secrets did it hold? A confession? A map to a hidden stash of treats? I worked the zipper with my teeth, a feat of dexterity that would astound the simple-minded canine next door. It sprang open, revealing… nothing. It was empty. The whole thing was a setup. A diversion. The real crime, I deduced, was the sheer audacity of this "toy." It promised a story of fun and social interaction but delivered only a hollow plastic shell and a collection of easily-misplaced junk. I sat back on my haunches, the case closed. My final verdict was in. This "Skate Social Fashion Pack" wasn't a toy; it was a red herring. A meticulously crafted piece of misdirection designed to distract the human from what truly matters: filling my food bowl and administering chin scratches on demand. While the investigation had provided a brief, moderately stimulating mental exercise, the cheap materials and lack of any real substance—not a single squeaker or feather in sight—rendered it guilty. Guilty of being a profound waste of my time. I gave one of the tiny skates a firm shove, sending it skittering under the entertainment center. Let the forensics team, otherwise known as the vacuum cleaner, deal with it. I had a sunbeam to interrogate.
