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Pete's Toy Box: LEGO

LEGO F1 Collectible Race Cars 6 Pack - Building Set for Boys and Girls, Ages 6+ - Birthday Gift Idea for Racing Fans - Mystery Box with 6 Surprise F1 Model Cars - Great Travel Toy - 66796

By: LEGO

Pete's Expert Summary

It appears my human has acquired a box of colorful plastic fragments from the notorious LEGO clan. The objective, as far as I can gather, is for the biped to painstakingly assemble these tiny, sharp-edged bits into miniature facsimiles of those loud, smelly machines they watch on the glowing rectangle. For me, the "building" process is a tedious affair of clicking noises that interrupts my afternoon slumber. However, the final product—a fleet of six small, wheeled objects—holds a sliver of potential. If they are light enough to be batted across the hardwood and durable enough to withstand a well-aimed pounce, they might just serve as a temporary distraction between meals. If they merely sit there looking garish, they are nothing more than a new and creative way to clutter my domain.

Key Features

  • BUILD AN F1 RACING FLEET – Kids ages 6 and up can experience the thrill of the race track with a set of 6 mini LEGO F1 race car building sets
  • 6 OF 12 TOY CARS – This mystery box contains a random assortment of 6 collectible toy cars, and may include the RB20, Mercedes-AMG, Ferrari, McLaren, Aston Martin, Alpine, Williams, VCARB, Sauber, Haas, F1 car or F1 ACADEMY car
  • AUTHENTIC RACING DETAILS - Each LEGO car is decked out with F1 team colors, with team logos, a team helmet in the cockpit and moving wheels so F1 fans can stage exciting races
  • INSPIRE CREATIVE PLAY – Boys and girls can dream up fast-paced action and enjoy hours of independent play
  • GIFT IDEA FOR FORMULA 1 FANS – This limited-time, 6 car set makes a wonderful birthday gift for boys and girls and is a fun addition to a racing fan's car collection
  • BUILD, COLLECT, PLAY & DISPLAY – Collect all 12 of these LEGO F1 race cars - they can be put on display or used to create thrilling race action
  • DIMENSIONS - Contains 174 pieces

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The ceremony began on the living room floor, a space I generally reserve for sunbathing and strategic leg-tripping. My human sat cross-legged, the contents of several small plastic bags spread before him like the entrails of some unfortunate beast, ready for divination. Click. Snap. Click. A miniature chassis took form, followed by wheels no bigger than my thumbnail. I watched from the imperial perch of the sofa arm, my tail giving a slow, judgmental twitch. The first tribute was completed: a vibrant red contraption, an offense to the eyes. The human placed it on the floor before me. It did nothing. I sighed, the sound of pure, unadulterated boredom. Was this it? A stationary piece of plastic? I’ve seen more dynamic dust bunnies. With a flick of my paw, I sent the little car skittering. It rolled a few feet and stopped, pathetic. I was about to turn my back on this whole sad affair and demand a chin scratch as compensation for my wasted time when the human intervened. He picked up the red car, and I heard a strange, grating whir as he rolled it backward on the floor. A tension filled the air, a low hum of stored energy that vibrated right through my whiskers. My ears swiveled forward, my pupils dilating. Something was about to happen. He let it go. The red thing didn't just roll; it *launched*. A crimson blur shot across the polished wood, its tiny wheels spinning with a ferocity I had not thought possible. All cynicism evaporated, replaced by a primal, glorious instinct. This was not a toy. This was *prey*. I exploded from the couch in a gray-and-white streak, my paws scrabbling for purchase on the slick floor. I slid, corrected, and pounced, intercepting the mechanical fugitive just before it could disappear under the entertainment center. I pinned it with a single, perfectly placed paw. The whirring died down, its brief, chaotic life extinguished by my magnificent hunting prowess. I looked up, panting slightly, and saw my human holding the next one—a sleek silver machine. A slow blink of approval was my only response. Very well, human. You have chosen wisely. Bring forth the challengers. Let the Grand Prix of Pete commence.

LEGO Botanicals Happy Plants Building Toy for Kids, Girls, and Boys 9+ - Playroom Decor for Desk or Shelf - Birthday Gift Idea for Young Gardeners - Artificial Indoor Plants for Play & Display - 10349

By: LEGO

Pete's Expert Summary

So, my human seems to think that because I occasionally enjoy batting at the leaves of a real fern, I would be interested in this… kit. It’s a box of plastic bits from the LEGO people, designed to build two fake plants, a dracaena and a pilea. Frankly, the whole concept is an insult to my intelligence. What’s the point of a plant you can’t chew on, knock over to spill dirt, or use to dramatically sharpen your claws? The only conceivable amusement would be batting the 217 tiny pieces under the heaviest furniture possible while the human is trying to assemble them. The finished product, sitting in its unsettlingly cheerful "smiling" pot, would be nothing more than a static dust-collector, occupying a premium napping spot on a desk or shelf. A categorical failure in playability.

Key Features

  • DELIGHT YOUNG GARDENERS – Help little ones get growing with the LEGO Botanicals Happy Plants building set for kids ages 9+
  • A FUN AND COLORFUL BUILD – Green thumbs will love constructing the baby dracaena plant and baby pilea plants, and deciding which to plant in two adorable smiling pots
  • HELP CREATIVITY GROW – Kids can build the plants independently or share the fun by building them with a friend or family member
  • BUILD, PLAY, AND DISPLAY – Brighten up any play space, shelf, or desk with LEGO plants that double as whimsical, kid-friendly decor
  • GIFT IDEA FOR KIDS – The building kit makes a great birthday or anytime treat for girls and boys, or a fun gift for adults who love plants, crafting, or nature
  • BUILD MORE LEGO BLOOMS – These brick-built plants can be combined with other sets (sold separately) in the LEGO Botanicals collection, which includes other trees and LEGO flowers
  • DIMENSIONS – The dracaena plant in this 217-piece set measures over 4.5 in. (12 cm) high and 3 in. (8 cm) wide, while the pilea plant measures over 3 in. (7 cm) high and 3.5 in. (9 cm) wide

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The rattle from the box was all wrong. It wasn't the promising rustle of kibble or the gentle crinkle of a new paper bag. It was a dry, soulless clatter of hard plastic. I watched from my throne atop the bookcase as my human spilled the colorful little rectangles onto the coffee table, a tiny plastic quarry. For the next hour, there was only the rhythmic *click-snap* of assembly, a sound that grated on my finely tuned ears. I was deeply, deeply suspicious of this entire endeavor. When the clicking finally ceased, two oddities stood on the table. They were vaguely green and leafy, but rigid and shiny. Worse, they sat in little white pots with black, painted-on smiles, like two court jesters frozen mid-joke. They were impostors, a mockery of the lush, living things I so enjoy tormenting. I narrowed my eyes. These silent, grinning invaders could not be allowed to occupy my territory unchallenged. They possessed no scent, no life, no soul. They were an affront to the natural order. I descended from my perch with the fluid grace of a gray shadow, my white paws making no sound on the rug. I approached the taller one first, the supposed "dracaena." I gave a leaf a tentative pat. It didn't sway or rustle; it just wobbled stiffly on its plastic stalk, its pot-face grinning vacantly at the ceiling. I circled it, my tail a flicking question mark of contempt. This was not a toy. This was not a plant. This was a stationary insult. My mind was made up. With a swift, powerful strike from my tuxedoed foreleg, I sent the plastic fraud flying. It clattered to the floor and burst into a dozen smaller pieces that skittered magnificently across the hardwood. Ah, *now* I understood. The purpose wasn't the building; it was the glorious, chaotic deconstruction. As my human yelped in dismay, I pounced on a stray green brick, sending it careening under the sofa. The smiling pot was defeated, its parts scattered. The toy itself is worthless, but its destruction? A truly five-star experience.

LEGO Classic Large Creative Brick Box 10698 Building Toy Set, Toy Storage Solution for Home or Classrooms, Interactive Building Toy for Kids, Boys, and Girls

By: LEGO

Pete's Expert Summary

My human seems to have acquired a large, offensively yellow box filled with what can only be described as plastic gravel. They call them "LEGOs." Apparently, the purpose is for the smaller, louder humans to "build" things, which from my observation involves a lot of noise, mess, and creating small, hard structures that are unpleasant to sit on. The sheer quantity—790 pieces—is an assault on the senses, and while the promise of little doors and windows might seem intriguing, they lead nowhere I'd want to go. Frankly, the only feature of merit is the large plastic tub they come in; its potential as a fortified napping location is undeniable, while the contents seem to be a pointless and painful hazard for my delicate paws.

Key Features

  • Engage your kids in pretend play by letting them build their own play toys, such as creating a toy house or toy scooter. This classic creative kit of LEGO bricks comes includes 33 different colors of bricks
  • This brick box includes 8 different types of toy windows and toy doors, 2 green baseplates and 6 toy tires and toy wheel rims to create hours of creativity for kids
  • Kids will become creative builders as they use these color toys to build a figure or build a castle while also engaging in kids playtime
  • The large build and play LEGO Creative Brick toy playset is compatible with all LEGO construction sets for never-ending creative play
  • The green baseplates in this build it yourself set measure over 6-inch long and 6-inch wide, and 4-inch long and 2-inch respectively. Kids will get to build and play with 790 pieces and is ideal for boys and girls of any age
  • The LEGO inspired packaging serves as toy storage solution for home or classrooms

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The disturbance began on a Tuesday. I was engaged in a very important solar-absorption ritual on the living room rug when the human entered, grunting under the weight of a garish yellow cube. It rattled with the sound of a thousand tiny, broken promises. My tail gave a single, irritated flick. This was my space, a carefully curated environment of soft surfaces and quiet dignity, and this… this was an eyesore. The human, with the misplaced glee they reserve for such things, pried open the lid, and my ears were assaulted by a cacophony as a tidal wave of colorful plastic shrapnel spilled onto the floor. My nap was, of course, ruined. The human sat cross-legged amidst the plastic debris field, clicking the pieces together with a maddeningly precise *snap-click* sound that set my teeth on edge. I watched from the safety of the sofa, my whiskers twitching with disdain. They were building something. A small, lopsided structure of red and blue, with a ridiculous yellow door that was far too small for any creature of substance to use. It was an architectural travesty. The floor, once a pristine expanse of hardwood perfect for skidding, was now a minefield. One does not simply walk through such a disaster zone; one must navigate it with the grim determination of a soldier crossing enemy lines. Curiosity, that most base of instincts, eventually got the better of me. I hopped down and approached the so-called "house." It smelled sterile, of pure, unadulterated plastic. I nudged it with my nose. It was surprisingly solid, lacking the satisfying give of a cardboard box. I gave a single, errant green brick a tentative pat. It skittered away with a pathetic clatter, offering none of the thrill of a proper chase. This was not a toy. This was work. It was a collection of inconveniently sharp, brightly colored problems. Disgusted, I turned my back on the human and their pathetic monument to poor taste. The little plastic house was unworthy of my destructive prowess. But as I stalked away, my eyes fell upon the true prize: the gaping maw of the now-empty yellow container. It was a fortress. A bastion of solitude. With a leap of practiced grace, I landed inside. The walls were high, the space cavernous. It was a perfect rectangle of glorious, uninterrupted peace. The human could keep their tiny, sharp annoyances. I had conquered the packaging, which, as any cat of intellect knows, is always the superior product.

LEGO Classic Medium Creative Brick Box 10696 Building Toy Set - Featuring Storage, Includes Train, Car, and a Tiger Figure, and Playset for Kids, Boys, and Girls Ages 4-99

By: LEGO

Pete's Expert Summary

So, the Human has procured what appears to be a large plastic sarcophagus, filled with a hoard of tiny, brightly colored plastic rectangles. According to the propaganda, these "LEGO" bricks are meant for "creative" building by beings aged "4 to 99," a laughably broad demographic. One can apparently construct crude effigies of worldly objects like trains or, amusingly, a tiger. While the sheer number of small, losable pieces seems like a monumental waste of my batting energy, the primary appeal is obvious to any creature of discerning taste. The bricks are merely inconvenient filler; the true prize is the sturdy yellow container itself—a potential napping receptacle of the highest order, once emptied of its noisy, sharp-edged contents.

Key Features

  • Fun and Engaging - Kids will spend hours engaging in pretend play with this medium-sized building kit. Create toy trains or tiger figurines with this classic collection of LEGO bricks in 35 different colors
  • Endless Builds - This creative toy for boys and girls includes windows, toy eyes, 18 tires and toy wheel rims that can be placed on a green baseplate for kids to role-play; plus the container can be used as toy storage
  • Imaginative Play - Kids can use their imagination, picking an assortment of bricks to bring to life any building toy they want with these colorful toys, fostering kids' playtime and building creativity throughout the process
  • Cross Compatible - Kids won't have to stop the role play with just the LEGO Creative Brick playset as these building toys are compatible with all LEGO construction sets.
  • Fun for Everyone - In this 484-piece kit, the green baseplate measures over 3 inches long and 6 inches wide; for boys and girls between the ages of 4 and 99 years old

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The arrival of the object was heralded by a great deal of crinkling and the Human’s triumphant, booming voice. I observed from my perch atop the mahogany bookshelf as a garish yellow monolith was placed on the floor. With a sound like a thousand tiny bones rattling, the Human dumped its contents—an avalanche of plastic shrapnel in a riot of offensive colors—onto my favorite sunning rug. My nap was, of course, ruined. The Human fumbled through the pile, their great, clumsy paws assembling something with the focus of a newborn attempting to stalk a dust bunny. I feigned disinterest, grooming a perfectly clean patch of my tuxedo chest, but watched their work through narrowed eyes. After what felt like an eternity of clicking and muttering, the Human presented their masterpiece. It was a tiger. A grotesque, blocky mosaic of orange, black, and white, with vacant, unblinking plastic eyes that stared into the void. It was a mockery of my noble lineage, an insult in cubist form. The Human nudged it toward me. "Look, Pete! A friend!" A friend? This brittle pretender, this collection of hard angles and garish hues? I descended from my tower with the deliberate, silent grace they so clearly lacked. I began the ritual. A slow, predatory circle around the plastic abomination. It smelled of nothing but polymers and the Human's skin oil. It stood, static and stupid, on its little green "baseplate," an island of pathetic stability. I sniffed its flat, bricky nose. I extended a single, sharp claw and tapped one of its sides. A hollow *thunk*. Pathetic. This was no rival; this was not even a worthy toy. It was an obstacle. An affront to the natural order of things. My investigation, however, revealed a critical flaw. A single, 2x4 white brick on its chest—part of its own tuxedo, I suppose—was not pressed down with sufficient force. It was a weak point, an invitation. With a swift, precise flick of my paw, I hooked my claw under the edge and sent the brick skittering across the hardwood floor, where it disappeared under the sofa with a satisfying clatter. The tiger was now incomplete, flawed, defeated. I had unmade it. My work here was done. I gave the maimed statue one last look of disdain before turning my attention to the now-empty yellow box. I circled it once, leaped inside, and kneaded the smooth plastic bottom before curling into a perfect, regal circle. The high sides blocked the draft from the window, and the faint, rattling echo of the few remaining bricks was surprisingly soothing. The verdict was in: the bricks were a fleeting, if necessary, annoyance. The box, however, was sublime. The Human could keep their pathetic effigies; I had already claimed my prize.

LEGO Botanicals Mini Orchid Building Set - Artificial, Fake Orchid for Home Decor, Adults Ages 18+ - Gift for Graduation- Indoor Plant Decorations for Table, Desk, Office - 10343

By: LEGO

Pete's Expert Summary

So, my human has acquired another box of those little plastic bits from the LEGO people. This time, the goal is to construct an inferior imitation of an orchid, a flower I already ignore in its far superior, real-life form. The appeal, from my perspective, is not in the final, static sculpture, but in the 274 individual pieces. They are small, light, and undoubtedly prone to being knocked off the table during the human's tedious assembly process. These "peach blooms" and "green leaves" have excellent potential to be batted under the heaviest furniture, providing moments of entertainment. The finished product, however, standing over 10 inches tall, seems destined only to gather dust and occupy a perfectly good spot for sunbathing. A classic case of the journey being more interesting than the destination.

Key Features

  • FLORAL DISPLAY – Let creativity blossom with the LEGO Botanicals Mini Orchid building kit for adults, which lets budding florists create and display a LEGO flower
  • AUTHENTIC DETAILS – The nature-inspired building set includes 5 peach blooms, a few buds and green leaves for a lifelike look, as well as a light terracotta flowerpot with a wood-effect plinth
  • BRING IN SPRINGTIME - Need something to brighten up your room afte a long winter? Our artificial orchid centerpiece will add some color to any room you add it to.
  • INDOOR PLANT DECOR – Once complete, the LEGO flower set becomes a piece of nature themed home or office decor
  • PLANT GIFT – The building set makes a great gift for women, men and nature lovers. It can also be given as a housewarming, anniversary, birthday, and Mother's Day or Father's Day gift
  • LEGO BUILDER APP – This set includes printed and digital versions of the building instructions for an immersive experience
  • DIMENSIONS – The LEGO orchid has 274 pieces and stands over 10 in. (25 cm) tall

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The ritual began, as it always does, with the crinkle of plastic bags and the gentle cascade of colorful fragments onto the coffee table. My human, The Servant, was embarking on another pointless construction project. I watched from the arm of the sofa, my tail giving a single, dismissive flick. An orchid. Made of plastic. How utterly absurd. It would have no delicate scent to investigate, no soft petals to gently bite, no pot of damp, delicious dirt to dig in. It was a monument to boredom before the first two bricks were even snapped together. I closed my eyes, feigning sleep, though one ear remained swiveled toward the faint, rhythmic clicking. Suddenly, a deviation in the pattern. A soft *tink* on the wood floor, followed by a low curse from The Servant. My eyes snapped open. There, halfway to the rug, lay a small, peach-colored piece of contraband. A "bloom," according to the box. It was an angular, unnatural thing, but its slight curve gave it an intriguing profile. The Servant was on their hands and knees, peering under the sofa. An amateur. I, a professional, slid silently from my perch. This was not play. This was a test of physics. I approached the plastic bloom with the calculated caution of a hunter. A gentle tap with one white paw sent it skittering, its hard shell making a most satisfying scraping sound against the floor. It spun and slid, coming to rest near the leg of a bookshelf. Excellent velocity. I pounced, not with force, but with finesse, hooking it and flicking it back into the open. It had no scent, no life, but it moved with the chaotic energy of a panicked beetle. For several minutes, I conducted my assessment, batting it into corners, rescuing it with a hooked claw, and finally, for the grand finale, rocketing it directly under the entertainment center, a known abyss from which smaller objects never return. The Servant eventually gave up the search for that specific bloom, substituting another from the pile with a sigh. Hours later, the pathetic effigy was complete. It stood tall and motionless on the end table, a pale imitation of life catching the afternoon light. I leaped up to inspect the final product. It was fragile, sterile, and utterly uninteresting. It couldn't be climbed, chewed, or slept upon. The individual components, I concluded, were instruments of magnificent chaos. The assembled whole, however, was a profound disappointment. I gave its terracotta-colored plastic pot a look of disdain before curling up in the sunbeam it was now blocking, claiming the space for a far more worthy purpose: a nap.

LEGO Creator 3 in 1 Mighty Dinosaur Toy, Transforms from T. rex to Triceratops to Pterodactyl Dinosaur Figures, Great Gift for 7-12 Year Old Boys & Girls, 31058

By: LEGO

Pete's Expert Summary

So, the human has acquired a box of noisy, colorful plastic bits from the LEGO people. The stated purpose is to assemble them into a series of monstrous lizards – a "T. rex," a "Triceratops," or a "Pterodactyl." Frankly, the appeal is lost on me. It's hard, un-chewable, and requires "construction," a tedious process I have no time for. The only potential value lies in the individual bricks; their small size and sharp corners are ideal for scattering across the floor, creating a satisfying clatter and a treacherous minefield for the human's bare feet in the middle of the night. Otherwise, it’s just another static dust-collector vying for attention that rightfully belongs to me.

Key Features

  • T. rex Dinosaur Toy with bright orange eyes, posable joints and head, large claws and an opening mouth with pointed teeth
  • The dinosaur toy also includes the dinosaur’s prey in the form of a buildable rib cage
  • This LEGO Creator 3 in 1 model rebuilds into a Triceratops and Pterodactyl Dinosaur toy action figures
  • Kids can pose the T. rex dinosaur model's arms, legs, tail and head, and open its mouth to reveal ferocious teeth
  • LEGO Creator 3 in 1 building toys are compatible with all LEGO construction sets and make great Christmas or birthday gifts for boys and girls

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The human had finished their project. A garish green creature with unnerving orange eyes stood frozen on the coffee table, its plastic jaw agape in a silent, ridiculous roar. It was an affront to good taste. I watched from the arm of the sofa, giving my pristine white chest fur a dismissive lick. Another monument to pointless human endeavor. As evening fell, the last rays of sun slanted through the window, casting long, distorted shadows. The dinosaur's silhouette stretched across the wall, a dark caricature of ferocity. I closed my eyes, drifting off to the gentle hum of the refrigerator, utterly unimpressed. The hum, however, deepened into a thrum, a resonant vibration that pulsed up through the floor. When I opened my eyes, I was no longer on my velvet cushion. I stood in a jungle of colossal proportions, where the floor lamps were towering, spore-puffing fungi and the shag rug was a savanna of tangled grass. My own form felt… larger. More substantial. Glancing into a puddle of what looked like spilled water, I saw not my familiar, handsome gray face, but a primeval version, my canines elongated into formidable daggers of ivory. A low growl rumbled in my chest, a sound of ancient power. I was a predator here. A colossal, clicking roar ripped through the humid air. And there it was. The green beast, no longer a hand-sized statuette, but a mountain of muscle and scale. Its plastic-orange eyes now burned with an internal fire, and its "posable joints" moved with a terrifying, unnatural fluidity. It crashed through the fern-like houseplants, its gaze fixed on something beyond me. I saw its target: the "buildable rib cage," now a massive, fossilized carcass gleaming under the moonlight that filtered through the blinds. The creature was a fool, hunting old bones when living, breathing, exquisitely soft prey was right here. I stalked it, a shadow of grey fur against the deep greens and browns of the living room jungle. It was clumsy, its movements governed by the simplistic mechanics of its design. As it bent its massive head toward the bone pile, I launched myself from the towering cliffs of the sofa arm. The world dissolved at the moment of impact. I awoke with a jolt, my heart thumping against my ribs. I was on the floor. The little green LEGO dinosaur was lying on its side next to me, knocked from the table. Its silly orange eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. I sat up, shook my fur back into place, and regarded the fallen toy. It was just a pile of plastic. Harmless. Absurd. Yet, a phantom echo of that jungle, of the hunt, of my own magnificent saber-toothed form, lingered. I nudged the T. rex with my nose. It skittered a few inches across the hardwood. Not a worthy rival, but… an interesting catalyst for one’s imagination. Perhaps, I decided, it could stay. After all, even a king needs a court jester to remind him of his own superior reality.

LEGO Ideas Disney Pixar Luxo Jr. - Room Decor and Building Set for Adults - Office and Desk Decor for Women and Men, Ages 18+ - Brick-Built Lamp DIY Kit - Collectible Gift Idea for Movie Fans - 21357

By: LEGO

Pete's Expert Summary

So, my human has acquired a box filled with over 600 minuscule, brightly colored plastic choking hazards. The stated purpose is not to create a delightful mess for me to bat across the floor, but to painstakingly assemble a static, non-functional replica of a desk lamp from some cartoon I am forced to ignore. They call this "room decor," which I understand to be human for "a stationary object designed to gather dust and be judged." The entire enterprise seems like a colossal waste of time that could be better spent stroking my magnificent gray fur. Its only potential saving grace is that it's "poseable," which suggests it might be engineered to topple over with a satisfying, clattering crash after a well-placed nudge from my paw.

Key Features

  • ANIMATE YOUR MEMORIES – Adults, ages 18 and up, can recreate playful Luxo Jr., the iconic lamp character from Disney Pixar's 1986 animated short film
  • LEGO IDEAS EXCLUSIVE – A fan-designed set created by the LEGO community, voted for by passionate fans and produced by LEGO
  • FULLY POSEABLE MOVIE ICON – An intricate, articulated design helps builders recreate Luxo Jr.'s unique bouncing, hopping, and rotating movements
  • PIXAR BALL EASTER EGG HUNT – Discover hidden references to classic Disney Pixar movies like Up, The Incredibles, Ratatouille, Monsters, Inc., Toy Story, and Finding Nemo
  • UNIQUE ROOM DECOR – Once constructed, poseable Luxo Jr. doubles as conversation-starting office or desk decor
  • GIFT IDEA FOR MEN & WOMEN – Spark nostalgia with a collectible DIY kit that's ideal for adult fans of LEGO building blocks, animation, and Disney Pixar
  • DIMENSIONS – Stands over 11 in. (29 cm) high with 613 pieces

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The ritual began at dusk. The Human, with a reverence usually reserved for the opening of a fresh can of tuna, laid out the contents of the box like sacred artifacts upon the floor. Hundreds of tiny plastic bits were sorted into piles, and a thick booklet of wordless diagrams was consulted as if it were ancient scripture. I watched from my perch atop the bookshelf, my tail twitching in mild irritation. This was not a toy for me. This was a ceremony, a strange and silent prayer of clicks and snaps, and I was merely a bystander in my own kingdom. The Human was building an idol. Over the next few hours, the idol took shape. A spindly base, an articulated arm, a hollow head. The Human would periodically let out a small gasp of delight, pointing a finger at some minuscule colored brick hidden deep within the idol's construction—a tiny balloon house, a superhero insignia. These were clearly sigils, meant to imbue the plastic construct with some kind of power, though their meaning was lost on me. I saw only a growing monument to poor time management, a silent, plastic effigy rising in the middle of my living room. Finally, the ceremony concluded. The Human placed the finished idol upon the desk, its new altar. It was a perfect replica of the cartoon lamp, frozen in a jaunty pose, its "head" tilted as if in curiosity. My Human sighed with satisfaction, then made the critical error of leaving the room for a beverage. This was my chance. I leaped silently onto the desk and approached the new god. It smelled of nothing but factory plastic. I gave its base a tentative sniff, then a gentle pat. Nothing. Emboldened, I gave its head a firmer shove. It rotated on a ratchet, making a dry, zipping sound, and then stared blankly in a new direction. There was no life, no spark, no soul. It was a hollow thing. It could not hunt, it could not purr, and it most certainly could not provide a warm lap. This was not a rival or a companion; it was just… stuff. An elaborate pile of well-organized plastic. I understood then that the Human's ritual was not for the idol, but for the Human themself. A pointless, solitary act of creation. With a sigh that ruffled my white bib, I turned my back on the plastic pretender and leaped off the desk. The sunbeam on the rug was far more worthy of my divine attention. The lamp could keep its silent vigil; it was utterly, profoundly, boring.

LEGO Disney and Pixar ‘Up’ House, Classic Disney Celebration Building Toy Set for Kids and Movie Fans Ages 9 and Up, A Fun Gift for Disney Fans and Anyone Who Loves Creative Play, 43217

By: LEGO

Pete's Expert Summary

My human seems to have acquired a box of brightly colored plastic shrapnel, which they call "LEGO." Based on the packaging, they intend to spend hours meticulously clicking these tiny, paw-hazardous bricks together to construct a miniature, incomplete version of a house from that cartoon with the floating real estate and the talking dog. While the promise of hundreds of tiny, skitterable pieces to bat under the sofa is initially tantalizing, the end result appears to be a static, dust-collecting ornament. Its primary function, I suspect, is to divert my human's attention away from more important activities, like chin scratches and filling my food bowl. The inclusion of a blocky dog figure is a particular insult to my refined sensibilities.

Key Features

  • Give a movie fan or any kid who lives for high-flying adventures a gift full of details to inspire the imagination with this LEGO Disney and Pixar ‘Up’ House (43217) set
  • This 598 piece LEGO Disney set includes a partial house built with balloons, different rooms and functions, 2 minifigures, a LEGO animal figure and plenty of accessories to spark play
  • The set includes beloved Disney and Pixar movie characters: Carl Fredricksen and Russell LEGO minifigures, and a Dug LEGO dog figure for dog lovers. The set is made for unlimited adventures on land or floating through the clouds
  • Disney and Pixar fans with a passion for adventure will enjoy this set full of imaginative possibilities, with a house based on an iconic movie
  • One of a limited number of LEGO sets created to celebrate Disney’s 100th anniversary; collect them all! Great for kids ages 9+. This also makes an impressive gift for adult Disney fans
  • The LEGO Builder app guides kids on an intuitive building adventure. They can save sets, track progress and zoom in and rotate models in 3D while they build
  • With detailed minifigures and a recognizable build, this Disney and Pixar construction set encourages open creative play that builds important life skills through fun

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The ceremony began at dusk. The Provider of Sunbeams and Salmon, my primary human, cleared the sacred low-lying table in the center of the room and brought forth a vibrant, rattling box. From within, she produced several transparent pouches filled with tiny, colorful artifacts, laying them out like a priestess preparing for a strange rite. I watched from the arm of the sofa, my tail giving a slow, judgmental thump-thump-thump against the upholstery. She then unfurled a cryptic scroll—a book of diagrams and symbols—and the clicking began. A monotonous, rhythmic sound that grated on my nerves, a sound that meant her hands were occupied with something other than my glorious fur. For what felt like an eternity, the structure grew. A wall here, a window there, all sharp angles and jarring colors. She built tiny furniture, a minuscule bed hardly fit for a mouse, and a chair for a grumpy-looking plastic elder. An effigy of a small, round boy-human followed. I remained unimpressed. It was a dollhouse for ghosts, a monument to wasted time. Then, my blood ran cold. From the remaining pile of plastic, she constructed it: a square-headed, vapidly-staring, yellow *dog*. She clicked its head into place and set the abomination on the table next to the house. The sheer audacity. Once her bizarre shrine was complete—the house tethered to a garish cloud of plastic bubbles—she placed it high on the bookshelf, a place of honor it did not deserve. Then, she made the foolish mistake of leaving the room. I waited a beat, listening for her footsteps to fade, then launched myself from the sofa to the desk, and from the desk to the top of the bookshelf in a single, fluid motion. I landed without a sound, a gray shadow of righteous indignation. The house was even more pathetic up close. But it was not my target. My eyes locked onto the plastic canine. "Dug," the box had called him. He stood there, a silent, blocky insult. He represented everything I was not: oafish, unrefined, and, most offensively, *not a cat*. With the precision of a seasoned hunter, I extended a single claw from my paw. I did not swat. I did not flail. I simply… nudged. The yellow dog toppled from the shelf, falling through the silent air and landing with a faint, unsatisfying *tink* on the rug far below. I glanced at the house, then back at the empty space where the dog had stood. The composition was much improved. My work was done. The house could stay, but its false idol had been cast down. Order, and proper species hierarchy, had been restored.

LEGO Speed Champions Mercedes-AMG G 63 & Mercedes-AMG SL 63 F1 Toy Car, Formula 1 Vehicle Set for Kids, 2 Building Sets with 2 Driver Minifigures, Convertible Toy Car Gift for Boys and Girls, 76924

By: LEGO

Pete's Expert Summary

Ah, another box of what the human calls "constructive play" and what I call "hundreds of tiny, hard plastic rectangles that will inevitably find their way underfoot." It's from LEGO, a brand I know all too well for its capacity to create clutter and distract my staff from their primary duty of petting me. The goal, it seems, is to assemble two miniature Mercedes-Benz vehicles—one a brutish black box on wheels, the other a gaudy yellow convertible. The process will be an unforgivable marathon of clicking noises and intense human concentration directed away from my food bowl. However, the aftermath shows promise. The finished products are shelf-sized, making them prime candidates for gravitational testing via a casual tail-swipe. More importantly, the inclusion of two tiny, removable plastic "drivers" offers excellent potential for being batted under the sofa and hunted for weeks. A mixed bag, but the long-term playability might just outweigh the initial annoyance.

Key Features

  • 2 Mercedes F1 toy cars for kids – LEGO Speed Champions Mercedes-AMG G 63 & Mercedes-AMG SL 63 vehicle playset for boys and girls ages 10 and up and adult Formula 1 model car collectors
  • 2 driver minifigures – Each buildable vehicle toy comes with a driver minifigure wearing a Mercedes outfit so kids can role-play fast-paced races
  • Authentic Mercedes design – Each collectible car model features design details from the real life versions, including front grilles, hoods, wheels, interior features and the famous Mercedes livery
  • Display models – After kids have enjoyed hours of independent play racing 2 LEGO toy model cars, the vehicles can be displayed on a shelf or bedside table
  • Convertible toy car gifts – This Mercedes car playset provides a fun build and play experience and is a gift idea for kids ages 10 and up or adult model car collectors
  • Play with and display car building toys – LEGO Speed Champions car building sets let kids and car fans build replicas of some of the world’s most iconic vehicles
  • Measurements – This 806-piece LEGO driving playset features a Mercedes-AMG car toy that measures over 2.5 in. (7 cm) high, 7 in. (18 cm) long and 3 in. (8 cm) wide

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The clicking stopped. A dreadful, unnatural silence fell over the living room, replacing the sound that had grated on my nerves for the better part of the evening. On the low table, where a sunbeam used to be, sat the two offenders: a hulking black machine and a slick, ostentatious yellow one. They were inert, soulless things, monuments to my human’s wasted time. I leaped silently onto the table to inspect these new intruders. They smelled of nothing but plastic and accomplishment. I sniffed the grille of the black one, the so-called "G 63," and decided it was an affront to aesthetics. It was too blocky, too severe. A light tap with my paw confirmed it was solid, but unsatisfyingly stationary. My attention drifted to the small figures seated within. The drivers. They sat there with their vacant, painted-on expressions, pretending to be in control. I saw them not as drivers, but as witnesses. They had seen everything. They had watched my human ignore my plaintive cries for dinner. They had observed the location of the treat bag. They were complicit. I focused on the one in the yellow "SL 63," his little plastic helmet gleaming under the lamp light. With the surgical precision of a single, unsheathed claw, I hooked him under his arm and flicked him out of the car. He tumbled onto the polished wood of the table with a faint *tink*. Now we could talk. I pinned him gently under my paw, feeling the hard, unyielding plastic beneath my soft pad. I leaned in, my whiskers brushing his tiny helmet, and let out a low, interrogative rumble that vibrated through the table. "You," I did not say, but conveyed with the full force of my feline will, "Where does the Red Dot sleep?" He was silent, his cheerful expression a mask of defiance. I stared into his tiny black eyes. He knew. Of course he knew. These little effigies are always in the room when the mysterious crimson god appears, dancing on the walls and floors, only to vanish without a trace. They see its origin. His continued silence was an insult. I lifted my paw and, with a swift batting motion, sent him skittering across the tabletop. He spun wildly before rocketing off the edge and disappearing into the dark abyss under the armchair. A small victory. I looked back at the other driver, still sitting stoically in his black truck. His time would come. This, I realized, was not a toy for chasing. It was a diorama for enacting justice. The cars were merely staging grounds, the set pieces for my own private dramas. The verdict was clear: the vehicles themselves are irrelevant, but their tiny, silent occupants are magnificent. They are keepers.