Pete's Expert Summary
My human has brought another piece of plastic into my domain. It appears to be an effigy of that brooding fellow in the pointy-eared cowl, accompanied by his bat-shaped air-sleigh. The box proclaims it a "Limited Edition Collectible," which is human for "fragile shelf-clutter I'm not allowed to touch." Honestly, the box it came in has more immediate appeal. Still, the small man-figure, with its alleged "11 points of articulation" and a "cloth cape," shows some minor promise. If I can separate it from the oversized, uninteresting flying wedge, that tiny cape might be pleasantly shreddable, and a detachable limb could provide minutes of under-the-sofa entertainment. The rest is likely a monumental waste of perfectly good air.
Key Features
- LIMITED EDITION BATWING AND BATMAN: Commemorate Batman’s 85th Anniversary with the limited-edition Batwing and 4-inch Batman action figure Highly detailed and fully articulated Batman toy collectible
- AUTHENTIC THEATRICAL STYLING: Featuring Batman action figure from Batman Returns and his iconic Batwing vehicle as seen in the iconic 1989 Batman film. This articulated action figure is highly detailed with a cloth cape and true theatrical styling
- EASY TO POSE: Featuring 11 points of articulation, kids can easily pose this Batman action figure in various dynamic stances for imagination, creative play, and storytelling
- COLLECT THEM ALL: Build your Batman Collection with the Batman’s 85th Anniversary with this special edition of the Batwing and Batman Returns – Batman Figure
- PERFECT HOLIDAY GIFTS FOR KIDS: Inspire creativity and imagination with Batman toy figures & playsets Ideal for children who love Dark Knight superhero toys, Batman Car Toys - fosters pretend play and storytelling Ideal for Christmas, birthdays, and holiday surprises
- Includes: 1 Figure, 1 Batwing
- Covered by the Spin Master Care Commitment. See below for full details
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The ceremony was, as always, ridiculous. My human, whom I shall call Alfred for the purposes of this narrative, unboxed the artifact with the hushed reverence he usually reserves for the annual opening of a new tin of salmon pâté. He placed the large, black shape on the mantelpiece, a shrine to poor taste, and then positioned the tiny, grim-faced doll beside it. He looked at me, narrowed his eyes, and wagged a finger. "Don't even think about it, Pete." A gauntlet had been thrown. The challenge was not just accepted; it was my solemn duty to investigate this new intrusion. I waited until the house fell into the deep silence of 3 a.m., my preferred hour for operations. A silent leap from the armchair to the bookshelf, then a delicate, cushioned hop to the mantel, and I was face-to-face with the interloper. The Batwing was as I suspected: a cold, featureless slab of plastic. It smelled of a factory in a land I have no desire to visit. It offered no texture, no purchase for a claw, no satisfaction. A complete failure. But the little man... he was different. He stood there, trying to look imposing. I gave him a gentle nudge with my nose. He toppled instantly, his so-called "theatrical styling" doing nothing to prevent a clumsy, undignified clatter. This was more like it. I hooked a claw under his little cloth cape—a surprisingly durable fabric, I'll admit—and flicked him. He skittered across the polished wood, his articulated limbs flailing in a chaotic ballet. This was a creature that understood the physics of being batted. I pinned him with a paw, studying the 11 points of articulation. His arm could bend back at an angle no human arm should. Fascinating. For the next hour, the tiny dark knight became the protagonist in a drama of my own making. He was dangled over the precipice of the mantel, batted into the uninteresting Batwing, and subjected to a thorough chewing analysis of his pointy ears. He held up surprisingly well. The verdict began to form in my mind. The large plastic wing was an utter bore, a mere stage for the main event. But the little man, the floppy, poseable, cape-wearing man-doll? He was a worthy adversary. I finally left him wedged upside down between the mantel and the wall, a clear message to Alfred that his "collectible" had been thoroughly vetted and approved. Not for collecting, of course. For playing.
