Pete's Expert Summary
So, the human has seen fit to erect a two-foot-tall plastic totem in my living room. Apparently, it’s some sort of celebrity effigy meant for "display," which is just their word for "taking up valuable floor space." I will concede, the sheer volume of its lavender hair presents a certain... textural temptation, and that purple, "feather-like" train does stir a primal instinct deep within my soul. However, it's ultimately a stationary, soulless figure. It doesn't wiggle, it doesn't crinkle, and it's certainly not marinating in high-grade catnip. My initial assessment is that it's a monumental waste of my time, unless I'm allowed to test the structural integrity of its gown with my claws. I have my doubts.
Key Features
- BRATZ x KYLIE JENNER: Two pop culture forces come together as Kylie Jenner enters the world of Bratz! The fashion icon and entrepreneur has been “Bratzified” in the first ever Bratz celebrity collaboration. The doll has long lavender hair and a gorgeous custom makeup look.
- PREMIUM DETAILS: This 24” large-scale Kylie Jenner Bratz doll has lavender hair and a gorgeous custom makeup look. She wears a shimmering, floor length gown with a purple feather-like train and sleeves. She also wears classic silver pumps and silver drop earrings.
- 2 FEET TALL: This collectible doll dazzles with premium details at 24 inches tall.
- DISPLAY: Use the included glittery star-shaped stand to put Kylie on display.
- INCLUDES: Bratz x Kylie 24-Inch Large Scale Fashion Doll, gown with premium feather-like details, silver pumps, earrings, glittery star display stand, and certificate of authenticity.
- COLLECT THEM ALL: Collect the Bratz x Kylie 24” large-scale fashion doll, Bratz x Kylie Day and Night fashion dolls, and Mini Bratz x Kylie collectibles. Each sold separately, other dolls pictured for scale.
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The box it arrived in was an offense to scale and reason. It was a cardboard monolith that blocked the hallway for a full hour, smelling of distant factories and human excitement. From my observation post atop the bookshelf, I watched the Great Unboxing. The human peeled back the layers to reveal a silent, plastic giantess with hair the color of a faded evening sky. They placed her on a glittering star pedestal, and she stood there, nearly as tall as the end table, a new, unblinking sentinel in my domain. For the first day, we were locked in a cold war. I refused to acknowledge her presence, pointedly napping with my back to her. She, in turn, offered nothing but a vacant, painted-on stare. She was an intruder, a silent challenger to my sovereignty. Her shimmering gown mocked the subtle elegance of my own gray tuxedo fur, and the sheer audacity of her "feather-like" train—not even real feathers!—was a personal affront. This was not a toy. This was a statement, and I was not impressed. The turning point came on the second night. The human had left a window ajar, and a sizable June beetle, clumsy and buzzing with foolish bravado, blundered into the living room. It droned through the air, a perfect, bumbling target. I launched myself from the rug in a glorious arc, but the beetle juked left. My attack was magnificent, my form flawless, but my trajectory was now aimed directly at the Lavender interloper. I landed with a soft *thump* against her shimmering gown, my claws instinctively extended for balance. To my astonishment, my paw snagged on the delicate hem of that absurd purple train. For a moment, I was stuck. Panic was an option, but dignity is paramount. I gave a firm, calculated tug. The fabric held, but the entire doll wobbled precariously on her glittery stand. She tilted forward, her massive head dipping down as if in a formal bow. Her long, lavender hair cascaded over me like a synthetic waterfall. It didn't smell like anything, but its sheer volume was… interesting. As she swayed back to her upright position, her silver earring caught the lamplight and cast a dancing speck of light on the wall. The June beetle forgotten, I watched the light-speck. The Giantess had created a *dot*. A silent, unpredictable, and utterly fascinating dot. She wasn't a challenger. She was an oracle, revealing the hidden prey of the light. She could stay.
