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.