Pete's Expert Summary
My human seems to have acquired yet another plastic hominid, this one from the notorious "Barbie" syndicate. It arrives disguised, morbidly, inside the fluffy blue skin of some sort of bear with an appropriately sour expression. The appeal, I gather, is meant to be the "unboxing experience," which translates to a series of crinkly bags that offer a few moments of auditory pleasure before revealing their useless contents. Most of it is human-centric nonsense—clothes, shoes, a comb for its synthetic hair. However, my surveillance has identified a single object of potential value: a miniature version of the grumpy bear. It's small, lightweight, and perfectly designed for being hunted, captured, and ultimately lost under the heaviest piece of furniture. The main doll, with its unnerving plastic eyes and color-changing hair gimmick, is a complete waste of my time, but securing its tiny companion might make the whole affair a worthwhile tactical exercise.
Key Features
- With 10 surprises in 1 package, Barbie Cutie Reveal Care Bears dolls deliver the cutest unboxing experience with plush friends, fashions and transforming fun!
- Which doll will you reveal? Unbox to find fan-favorite Grumpy Bear with blue plush costume featuring a frown face and rain cloud graphic -- so cute and lovable!
- Lift the costume head and reveal a Barbie fashion doll with long, brown hair streaked with blue, posable joints and twinkle-shine eye details!
- Open the 4 surprise bags to find fashions and accessories like a skirt, headband, sunglasses, pair of shoes, sponge-comb and matching mini Grumpy Bear!
- Kids can dress and style Barbie doll by reversing the costume top to find a super-soft fleece jacket with a fun print -- the costume head turns into a bed for the mini Care Bears friend, too!
- Use icy cold and warm water to transform Barbie doll's hair with color streaks and a new look -- repeat again and again!
- This series of Barbie Cutie Reveal dolls make a great gift for kids 3 to 7 years old, especially fans of the Care Bears and those who love spreading sharing, caring and togetherness!
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The box arrived with the usual fanfare. The human made cooing noises while I observed from the arm of the chair, tail providing a slow, metronomic beat of disapproval. She tore it open and produced a plush blue creature, its face a permanent scowl that I could respect. Then, in an act of casual brutality, she decapitated it. Inside was the true prize: a plastic doll with vacant eyes and startlingly blue streaks in her hair. I remained unimpressed. My attention was only captured when she started opening the smaller, crinklier bags. The sound was exquisite, a prelude to either treasure or trash. From one of these bags tumbled a collection of tiny, brightly colored objects. A skirt. Sunglasses that wouldn't fit a field mouse. And there, amongst the detritus, was my target. A perfect, miniature replica of the grumpy bear costume. It was small enough to fit in my mouth, yet substantial enough to feel like a worthy kill. My focus narrowed to a pinpoint. The human, oblivious, was chattering about "posing" the doll and turning the giant, empty bear head into a "bed" for my prize. An insult. A bed? This was a creature of the wild, destined for a life of thrilling chases through the under-sofa jungle, not for slumbering in a hollowed-out skull. Her attention turned to the doll's most ridiculous feature: the promise of color-changing hair. She bustled off to the kitchen to procure icy water, leaving the entire tableau unattended on the living room rug. The doll was propped awkwardly against a cushion, the miniature bear resting precariously by its plastic feet. This was the moment. I did not run; that would be undignified. I flowed from the chair, a silent, gray-and-white shadow gliding across the floor. With a single, deft hook of my paw, I snagged the mini bear. There was a satisfying, light clatter as it was liberated from its plastic companions. I ignored the doll, the ridiculous headband, and the other trinkets. They were irrelevant. My prize secured firmly in my jaws, I trotted away with purpose, vanishing into the darkness beneath the credenza. The human returned and would, eventually, notice the absence. She would search, call its name, and wonder where it had gone. She would never know. The Grumpy Bear doll was a failure, a garish piece of plastic. But its tiny, scowling companion? An absolute triumph. It was, without a doubt, worthy of my collection.