Pete's Expert Summary
So, the Staff has decided they need a new entity to command, and since I am clearly beyond their control, they've procured this... fabric homunculus. It appears to be a plush puppet, specifically a "detective," which my human will animate by shoving a hand inside its torso and waving its arm with a separate stick. The brand, "okegztoa," sounds like a sneeze I once had after investigating a dusty corner, inspiring little confidence. The primary appeal, from my vantage point, is not the doll itself—which will undoubtedly be used for some inane, one-sided conversation—but the "scalable puppet control rod." A thin, twitching stick is a thing of beauty and a worthy adversary. The puppet is merely the disposable packaging for this far more interesting component.
Key Features
- More character puppets: There are 18 different classes of character puppets, in addition to the usual police and cook puppets, there are detective puppets, nurse puppets, pirate puppets and more. Each hand puppet costume can reflect their occupation
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A Tale from Pete the Cat
The dame brought him in on a Tuesday afternoon, right as the sunbeam was hitting its peak angle on the Persian rug. He was all felt and shoddy stitching, a two-bit gumshoe in a trench coat that looked far too warm for this time of year. His name, she chirped, was "Detective Puggles," a name so profoundly stupid it could only have been conceived by a human. He stared at me with vacant, embroidered eyes as the dame’s hand disappeared into his back, bringing him to a grotesque semblance of life. His arm, controlled by a thin metal wand, gestured vaguely in my direction. The investigation, it seemed, had begun. "Did you," the detective squeaked, his voice a high-pitched mockery of my human's, "knock over the water glass this morning, Mr. Pete?" I responded with a slow, deliberate blink, the highest form of dismissal I can offer. He was a joke. His fabric hand flopped limply at the end of the metal rod, pointing with all the authority of a wet noodle. His little fedora was perched precariously on his head, a cheap accessory on a cheaper prop. I began a meticulous cleaning of my left shoulder, signaling that this farce of an interrogation was officially over. The detective, however, was persistent. His handler, the dame, jiggled him with more vigor. "We have ways of making you meow!" he warbled, his cloth mouth flapping uselessly. As he leaned in for emphasis, a fatal error occurred. The shoddy hat, unbalanced by the clumsy movement, tumbled from his head and landed on the rug between us. For a moment, the illusion shattered. He was just a hollow-headed piece of fluff. But then, my eyes darted from the fallen hat to the tool of his trade: the shiny, silver control rod, twitching and glinting in the sunbeam. Suddenly, the case of the water glass was cold, forgotten. A new, far more compelling quarry had presented itself. With a twitch of my tail, I abandoned my grooming. The detective was nothing. The empty suit, the hollow man, was irrelevant. The *rod* was everything. I crouched low, my gray tuxedo fur sleek against the floor. The dame saw the shift in my eyes and tried to pull the puppet back, but it was too late. I pounced, not on the fabric snitch, but on the glorious, metallic wand that gave him motion. The ensuing battle was magnificent. The detective was flung aside, a silent witness to his own undoing, as I captured my prize. The rod was perfect—light enough to bat, strong enough to withstand my triumphant bites. The final verdict? Detective Puggles is a bust, a flimsy front for a far greater treasure. The puppet gets one paw for being a vessel. The control rod, however, gets a full five. It's the real star of this show. Case closed.
