Pete's Expert Summary
My human has presented me with a small, plastic effigy of their own species. Apparently, this is "Cloe" from a tribe called "Bratz," known for their unnervingly large heads and vacant stares. The creature is encased in denim, which might offer a mildly satisfying texture for a quick claw-sharpening, but the true value is not the doll itself—that is merely a static totem to be knocked from a great height. No, the appeal is the cornucopia of tiny, bite-sized plastic bits it comes with: a purse, a "phone," various clips and shiny things. These are prime candidates for being skittered across the hardwood floor and subsequently lost forever under the refrigerator, a service for which I am an unrivaled expert. The doll is an obstacle; the accessories are the true prize.
Key Features
- INDIVIDUAL STYLE: Cloe’s fashion passion changes with her mood, sometimes it’s casual cool and sometimes it’s drama. Her friends call her “Angel” because that’s what she is!
- SUPER STYLIN’ FASHIONS: Cloe rocks denim head to toe with a denim jacket, two-toned denim skirt, and denim leg warmers over bold platform heels.
- ACCESSORIZE: Cloe accessorizes with a denim scrunchie, gold hoops, and a pearl chain. She also comes with extra accessories like hair clips, sunglasses, makeup, phone, purse, and a hairbrush! Each doll also includes an exclusive poster.
- ICONIC TRAPEZOID PACKAGING: Gorgeous metallic packaging in the classic Bratz trapezoid shape!
- INCLUDES: Bratz fashion doll with outfit, sunglasses, earrings, phone, necklace, compact, lip gloss, nail polish, hair clips, purse, hairbrush, and poster.
- ALWAYZ BRATZ: Watch the animated series “Alwayz Bratz” on TikTok now!
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The ceremony began, as most do, with the sound of tearing. My human, with the reverence of a high priestess at a strange altar, carefully peeled back the metallic skin of a gleaming trapezoid totem. I watched from my observation post on the arm of the velvet sofa, my tail giving a slow, judgmental twitch. From the vessel emerged a silent idol, all plastic and denim, with eyes so large they seemed to hold the vast, empty expanse of a cloudless sky. She was Cloe, the "Angel." A title, I noted with a flick of my ear, that was already taken in this household. My human arranged the idol's tribute on the rug before her: a tiny purse, a minuscule compact, gold hoops that glinted like the eyes of a lesser creature, and a brush far too small to be of any real use for a coat as magnificent as mine. I remained aloof, feigning disinterest, a crucial step in any negotiation for attention or treats. The human chattered about "fashion" and "style," nonsense words that held no meaning for one who is born with perfect, effortless elegance. The doll just stood there, propped against a cushion, her painted-on smile a silent mockery of true contentment. Then, the moment I was waiting for. The human's phone buzzed, and she turned away, her attention captured by the glowing rectangle. The altar was unguarded. I descended from my perch with the liquid grace of smoke. I bypassed the denim-clad figurehead entirely; she was irrelevant. My target was the tribute. I sniffed the tiny purse, a hollow plastic lozenge. Pathetic. Then, my gaze fell upon the pearl chain necklace. It wasn't the pearls that interested me, but the delicate, shimmering string holding them together. I hooked it with a single, precise claw. With a gentle tug, the string of false pearls was mine. It was light, slithery, and made a most satisfying *skitter-skitter-skat* sound as I batted it across the polished floorboards. The doll watched, silent and unmoving, as her treasure was repurposed for a far nobler cause. I sent it careening under the entertainment center, into the dark abyss where all worthy things eventually go. The Cloe idol may be a waste of plastic, but her accessories have potential. She can stay, for now, as a provider of small, easily stolen offerings. Her continued presence is approved, pending further tribute.
