Pete's Expert Summary
My human has, once again, procured a small plastic effigy designed to appease its offspring. This one is called "Opal Raine," a diminutive humanoid figure awash in the sort of garish rainbow palette that gives me a headache. She comes with a "magical pet unicorn," which is an immediate and grave insult to superior, non-mythical animals such as myself. The doll's main potential lies in her 5.5-inch stature and posable limbs, making her an acceptable size for a vigorous pounce-and-carry. Her long, synthetic hair might offer some momentary distraction, but I suspect the whole enterprise, especially the tiny, useless unicorn, will ultimately prove to be an unworthy diversion from my primary duties of sunbeam absorption and judging my staff from atop the refrigerator.
Key Features
- LITTLE SISTER: Finally, you can create stories with your favorite dolls’ little sisters. Introducing Amaya Raine’s little sister – Opal. She looks up to her big sister; she is the happiest when they are lounging on the couch reading new books.
- ADORABLE FEATURES: Opal Raine has her own unique style. She’s in a rainbow dress with soft tulle fabric and molded top. She comes with matching rainbow shoes and a purse. She has an adorable younger face sculpt and long straight rainbow hair with three cute rainbow buns.
- MAGICAL PET: She comes with a super cute magical rainbow pet unicorn.
- SMALL DOLL THAT’S POSEABLE: She is the perfect height for her age, 5.5”. And because she is articulated at the head, shoulders and legs, she is so easy to pose.
- WHAT'S INCLUDED: 5.5” Small doll, removable outfit & shoes, purse and magical pet with horn.
- COLLECT THEM ALL: Magenta, Daisy, Sapphire, Amethyst, Bailey, Opal
- WATCH ON YOUTUBE and NETFLIX. Watch the new episodes of the Animated Series featuring the Littles on YouTube. And catch up from the beginning on Netflix. Just search for "Rainbow High”
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The dame walked into my office—or rather, was unceremoniously dropped onto the living room rug, which serves as my office. Her name was Opal Raine, a hard name for a soft-looking doll. She was small, 5.5 inches of articulated plastic, with a Technicolor hairdo pulled into three buns that screamed "trying too hard." She wasn't alone. She had a sidekick, a so-called "magical" unicorn, all plastic and glitter with a horn that looked like it could do some damage if you weren't careful. The little human called them a "gift." I called them a case. I circled the scene, tail low, my gray tuxedo immaculate against the beige carpet. The first rule of this business is to know your subject. I gave the unicorn a preliminary sniff. Smelled of a factory in a faraway land and broken promises. I nudged it with my nose. It tipped over, silent, offering no information. Useless. The dame, Opal, was the real mystery. I gave her a soft pat with a sheathed claw. Her head turned, a feature of her articulation. So, she was responsive. I tapped her arm. It flopped. I snagged her by that ridiculous tulle dress and dragged her under the ottoman for a more private interrogation. Under the cover of darkness and dust bunnies, I laid out the facts. "What's your angle, Raine?" I meowed, a low rumble in my chest. "You and your horned accomplice show up here, all bright colors and big eyes. What are you selling?" She stared back with that vacant, painted-on smile, her rainbow outfit a mockery of my serious line of questioning. I decided to get rough. A series of well-placed bunny kicks sent her tumbling. Her posable legs ended up in a most undignified position over her head. She still wouldn't talk. Finally, I had my answer. She wasn't a spy. She wasn't a threat. She was a pushover. Her greatest asset was her ability to be flung across a room and land in a new, absurd pose every time. The unicorn was a lost cause, already forgotten near the leg of the couch, but Opal... she had potential. Not as a nemesis, but as a silent, cooperative partner in the crime of staving off afternoon boredom. The case was closed. She could stay. For now.
