Pete's Expert Summary
So, my human has presented me with data on a... fabric sack for a smaller, louder human. It appears to be a "ninja costume" from a brand called "Spooktacular Creations," which sounds dreadfully seasonal and disposable. It comes with a black jumpsuit, which will do nothing but collect my glorious gray fur, and a collection of "foam" accessories. While the notion of dressing a child up to be a silent assassin is laughable—I am the only creature in this house who has mastered the art of moving without sound—the foam sword and daggers present a glimmer of opportunity. They are likely lightweight enough for me to steal and hide under the sofa, and flimsy enough to be satisfyingly shredded over time. The costume itself is a waste of material, but the included chew toys might be worth the brief annoyance of the child's "role-playing."
Key Features
- Halloween Ninja Costume for Boys and Girls Includes 1 Ninja Black Jumpsuit with Attached Hood, 1 Ninja Face Mask, 1 Belt, 1 pair of Ninja Gloves, 2 Foam Ninja Daggers, 1 Foam Ninja Sword and other foam accessories.
- Role-Paying Ninja Kid Kung Fu Uniform. Super Durable. Higher Quality. The costume is soft, comfortable, and easy to move around in.
- Ideal for Role Play. Perfect for Halloween Dress Up Parties, Ninja Turtle Costume, Shinobi Costume, Ninja Gaiden Black Costume, Klyo Ren Costume, Japanese Costume, Festivals, Theme Party Costumes, Best Halloween Costume, Photo Shoot, Pretend Play Party Favors, Ninja Party Supplies, Daily Wear, School Play, and More.
- Hand Wash Cold. Line Dry. Do Not brighten. Safety Test Approved. Easy to Wear, Unique Halloween Costume for Ninja Themed Parties and Everyday Play. Instaworthy Halloween Costume Contest Idea! Add Lots of Fun to Your Halloween Party and Other Theme Activities!
- Size: Toddler (3–4 yrs), Small (5–7 yrs) , Medium (8–10 yrs) , Large(10–12 yrs), XL (12–14 yrs) and XXL (14–16 yrs)
A Tale from Pete the Cat
I was enjoying a particularly satisfying nap in a patch of late afternoon sun when a disturbance rippled through my domain. A shadow detached itself from the hallway, a clumsy, shuffling darkness that made far too much noise for a proper stalker. It was the small human, swadded head-to-toe in cheap black polyester that rustled with every ungainly step. A crude mask covered his face, and in his hand, he clutched a sword of a pathetic, porous gray foam. He was attempting stealth, bless his simple heart, but he moved with all the grace of a rolling potato. I didn't even bother to open both eyes; one slit was sufficient to convey my profound disappointment. The creature, this mock-ninja, crept closer, making a "Hiiii-ya!" sound that was more squeak than threat. He brandished the foam sword in my direction. An insult. Did he think I would be intimidated by compressed air and dye? I am a descendant of apex predators; I have faced down the terrifying red dot and lived to tell the tale. I remained motionless, a study in bored superiority, my white tuxedo bib immaculate against my soft gray fur. He took another step, and that's when I saw it. The belt. It was a simple black sash, but tied at the side was a length of fabric that dangled, swaying hypnotically with his every move. Now *this* was a feature worthy of a warrior. He lunged, poking the foam dagger in the general vicinity of my tail. A fatal error. He was focused on the prop; I was focused on the prize. In a motion too swift for his undeveloped eyes to track, I sprang from the couch. I ignored the foam trinkets, bypassed his flailing arms, and with a single, perfectly aimed paw, hooked the dangling end of his belt tie. I landed on the rug on the other side of him, the fabric now taut between us. The sudden resistance threw him entirely off balance. He wobbled, pinwheeling his arms before collapsing in a heap of giggles and rustling fabric. The foam sword clattered uselessly to the floor. I, however, had my trophy. I gave the belt tie a triumphant tug, pulling it free from its weak knot. With the captured quarry firmly in my teeth, I trotted away, my tail held high. The costume was a failure, a ridiculous garment for a clumsy child. But as a delivery system for a perfectly good string? For that, I give it a passing grade. The small human was merely the mannequin. I am the one who claimed the spoils.
