Pete's Expert Summary
My human, The Provider of Cushions, has brought a new noisy circle into my domain. They call it "Tapple," a contraption from a company named "USAOPOLY," which sounds dreadfully patriotic and loud. From what I can gather through my superior powers of observation, it is a ritualistic device designed to make humans shout words at it under pressure. They poke at lettered tabs around its circumference while a ticking sound, not unlike a bomb in one of their cruder television programs, hastens their panic. The only redeeming qualities I can foresee are the small, rectangular cards, which look perfectly sized for being batted under the sofa, and the fact that the humans will be too distracted by their word-shouting to notice me claiming the warmest spot on their discarded sweaters. Otherwise, it seems a rather pointless expenditure of energy that could be better spent napping or refilling my food bowl.
Key Features
- The Original and Authentic Version of the Sensational Party Game
- Get ready for the award-winning fast-paced word game that gives family game night a rush of excitement as players compete to beat the timer!
- HOW TO PLAY - Choose a card with a category, press the timer, and shout out words related to the category that start with a certain letter. Once the related word is announced, press the corresponding letter tab.
- Take it on the go and great to play anywhere - the portable Tapple wheel stores all of the category cards for easy carry and storage.
- Includes 1 Tapple wheel with built-in timer, 36 cards (144 categories), rules
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The ceremony began shortly after dinner. The humans gathered around the low table in the den, their faces rapt with a strange, competitive glow. They placed the round, plastic altar in the center. The Provider of Cushions drew a thin card and announced the first rite: "Things in a Bathroom." A frantic ticking began. They yelled words—"Towel!" *click*, "Soap!" *click*, "Rug!" *click*—their fingers jabbing at the device like frantic woodpeckers. I watched from the majestic perch of the recliner, my tail giving a slow, judgmental swish. Their vocabulary was appallingly limited. They missed "Sunbeam on the floor," "Forbidden drinking vessel" (the toilet), and, most importantly, "A perfect, cool surface for a nap" (the sink). Amateurs. The game continued, the ticking a constant, irritating presence in my otherwise serene evening. The category shifted to "Animals at the Zoo." "Lion," one shouted, a pale imitation of my own regal nature. "Monkey," yelled another, a rather apt self-description. "Zebra," said a third. I sighed, a puff of weary air. They were missing the entire point of a zoo. The true answer, the only one that matters, is "An audience." All those creatures, just like me, are performers trapped by the gaze of the less magnificent. This "Tapple" wheel was a tool of the unenlightened. Then came the final, fateful category: "Things That Are Soft." The ticking began. "Pillow!" *click*. "Blanket!" *click*. "Sweater!" *click*. Then, silence. The humans stared at the remaining letters, their simple minds grinding to a halt. The timer's buzz intensified, a sound of pure electronic panic that grated on my very soul. I could not abide such incompetence. With a fluid, silent leap, I landed in the center of the table. The humans gasped. I ignored them, fixed my gaze on the device, and with the deliberate, elegant extension of a single, white-gloved paw, I pressed the tab for 'F'. *Click*. I looked up at The Provider of Cushions, my expression conveying the obvious truth they had missed. 'F' for 'Fur.' Specifically, my fur, the softest and most luxurious substance in this or any other household. They stared at me, then at the Tapple, and then they began to laugh, shattering the ritual's tension. They thought it was a charming accident. They did not understand that I had not merely played their game; I had won it, solved it, and revealed its ultimate answer. The device itself is a flimsy piece of plastic, but as a pedestal for demonstrating my own clear superiority, I have decided it is, for the moment, worthy.
