Pete's Expert Summary
My Human has acquired what appears to be a collection of tiny, brightly colored plastic nuisances that assemble into a shrine for a small, red-haired doll. It's from the LEGO people, whose primary contribution to my life has been creating painful landmines for my Human's bare feet. This particular contraption features a spinning platform, which has a flicker of potential for supervised batting practice. The inclusion of a tiny plastic fish, 'Flounder', is a moderately insulting but acknowledged nod to my superior interests. However, the whole thing seems to require opposable thumbs to operate and is far too small to be a satisfying opponent. It will likely end up as scattered, colorful debris under the sofa—a fate it probably deserves.
Key Features
- LITTLE MERMAID TOY – Girls and boys ages 5 and up can play out creative roles with this Twirling Ariel toy and building kit based on Disney’s The Little Mermaid movie
- REENACT THE MOVIE – This building toy includes a stand with a turntable and key, an Ariel LEGO ǀ Disney mini-doll figure in a ‘diamond’ dress and a Flounder LEGO ǀ Disney fish figure
- MULTI-FUNCTIONAL TOY – Turn the key on the stand to spin the plate and twirl Ariel around, then store the LEGO ǀ Disney mini-doll figure inside the ‘diamond’ dress using the umbrella as a lid
- BUILDABLE DISPLAY SET – Place Ariel, her fork and an umbrella on display with this playset, and add Flounder and the ‘diamond’ to the stand, or play out new stories with Ariel and Flounder
- GIFT IDEA FOR KIDS – This LEGO ǀ Disney building set features 2 movie characters and a stand with turning plate, making it a fun birthday gift that’s easy to play with on the go
- DIMENSIONS – The building set with stand and character measures over 4 in. (11 cm) high
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The call came in around mid-afternoon, right after my third nap. Not a real call, of course—I don't consort with that noisy box on the wall. This was a disturbance in the Force, a shift in the living room's delicate ecosystem. My Human, the big galoot I call 'The Client,' was hunched over the coffee table, clicking tiny plastic bricks together. I watched from my perch on the armchair, my gray-and-white tuxedo immaculate as always. Soon, the scene was set: a garish blue platform, a key that screamed 'motive,' and two perps. The main one was a dame with hair the color of a fire hydrant and a smile that wouldn't quit. Her accomplice was a small, yellow fish, clearly the muscle. They called her 'Ariel.' I dropped silently to the floor and padded over, tail twitching like a seismograph needle. The air smelled of plastic and desperation. The Client inserted the key and gave it a twist. The Dame began to spin, a slow, mocking pirouette. The Fish just sat there, looking guilty. It was a classic misdirection. While your eyes were on the dancer, what was the real grift? I nosed at the evidence. A tiny fork—a strange, three-pronged shiv. An umbrella, too small for anything but concealing a secret. These weren't toys; they were tools of the trade. I decided to lean on the accomplice first. A single, perfectly calibrated tap of my paw sent The Fish skittering across the hardwood floor. He didn't talk. The Dame just kept spinning, her plastic grin infuriating. Fine. If they wouldn't crack, I'd take my payment from the scene. The key was the real prize here—small, light, perfect for sliding under the refrigerator where The Client's clumsy fingers could never reach. With a deft hook of my claw, I snagged it. The spinning stopped. The case was closed. The Dame and her Fishy friend could keep their cheap plastic stage. I had the key to the whole operation. As far as cases go, this one was a lightweight, but the evidence was moderately entertaining to confiscate. A worthy, if brief, distraction.
