Pete's Expert Summary
My human has procured a rather gaudy belt buckle that, upon closer inspection, seems to be a glorified noisemaker and light-flasher for overgrown kittens who enjoy dressing up. It’s a clunky, plastic affair that makes a racket when you insert one of the heavy, metallic discs it comes with. I will concede, the little coins—particularly the one with the tiger on it, for obvious reasons of superior design—have a certain heft that suggests they would skitter beautifully across the hardwood floor before disappearing under the credenza. The flashing lights and electronic squawks might provide a momentary distraction from an important nap, but the entire contraption lacks the organic thrill of a moth or the simple elegance of a discarded milk jug ring. A curious piece of human engineering, but likely a waste of my energy.
Key Features
- ICONIC POWER MORPHER PREMIUM COLLECTIBLE: This Power Rangers Lightning Collection Power Morpher has premium painted details and design inspired by the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers series
- COLLECTIBLE DIECAST POWER COINS: Swap out the Power Coins to unlock sounds and light up the morpher with colors inspired by each of the original Power Rangers: Mastodon, Pterodactyl, Triceratops, Sabertooth Tiger, and Tyrannosaurus
- INSPIRED BY THE OG MORPHER: The premium detail and design of this Power Morpher collectible is inspired by the first morpher in the history of Power Rangers
- IMAGINE, COSPLAY, OR DISPLAY: Use the included display stand to show off this premium collectible, or clip it to your belt for a legendary cosplay look
- PART OF THE POWER RANGERS LIGHTNING COLLECTION: Look for more collectible figures and premium roleplay items in the Lightning Collection. Each sold separately. Subject to availability
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The object arrived in a box of promising dimensions, which I immediately claimed. The Human, however, seemed more interested in its plastic-and-metal contents. He called it a "Morpher," holding it with a reverence I typically reserve for a freshly opened can of tuna. He clicked one of the heavy, metal medallions into its center—a chunky piece with a crude drawing of a mammoth—and the device erupted in a shrill sequence of tones and a flash of garish blue light. An assault on the senses. I flattened my ears and retreated to the arm of the sofa to observe this foolishness from a safe distance. For days, the Morpher sat on its little plastic throne on the mantelpiece, a silent monument to my human's questionable taste. He would occasionally pick it up, press the button, and bask in its noisy, flashy glory. I remained unimpressed. It did not move on its own. It did not smell of prey. It was, for all intents and purposes, a very elaborate rock. My skepticism was a fortress, impenetrable and absolute. I had judged it, found it wanting, and was prepared to ignore it for the rest of its shelf-bound life. Then came the incident of the Pterodactyl coin. The Human had swapped out the mammoth for a new medallion, this one pink and allegedly representing a flying creature. A bird, then. My interest was piqued, if only by a whisker. As he was admiring his handiwork, the doorbell chimed, and in his haste to greet the delivery person, he fumbled. The Morpher stayed in his hand, but the coin did not. It slipped from his grasp, hit the edge of the coffee table with a delightful *clink*, and went spinning across the floor. It wobbled like a dying beetle, its metallic surface catching the light in a hypnotic dance before coming to a rest near the leg of the chaise lounge. I was on it in a flash. My initial disdain for the parent object was irrelevant; this small, dense, skittering *thing* was a different matter entirely. I gave it a tentative pat. It slid beautifully, its weight carrying it a good two feet. Another, harder swat sent it careening off the baseboard with a satisfying *thwack*. This was a game of physics and angles, a challenge of predicting ricochets. The Human returned to find me in a deep trance of predatory focus, my tuxedo-furred self crouched low, tail twitching, as I stalked my new, shiny, perfectly weighted quarry. The Morpher itself is still a piece of garish junk, but I have decreed that its circular offspring are worthy. I shall endeavor to "liberate" the rest of them.
