Pete's Expert Summary
My human has acquired a box containing a thousand tiny, flat, colorful squares from a company called White Mountain. Apparently, the goal for the biped is to arrange these squares into a large, rectangular nap-mat that commemorates their primitive cinematic achievements from a bygone era they call "the 80s." While the "collage" of "quotes" is irrelevant noise to a sophisticated creature such as myself, the potential for a sprawling 24x30 inch lounging surface is undeniable, and the "precision cut" promises a satisfyingly smooth texture. However, the primary function of these "puzzle pieces" is clearly to be individually batted under the heaviest furniture. The true test will be whether the entertainment value of scattering the pieces outweighs the tedious hours my human will spend ignoring me to assemble it.
Key Features
- Flashback: These iconic lines have the power to transport you back to unforgettable scenes, making you feel like you're reliving the magic of those classic moments all over again.
- Collage: The Artist has assembled the movie phrases and quotes that you will remember forever, instantly bringing a smile to your face or a burst of laughter.
- Artist: This magnificent puzzle was brought to life by Artist James Mellett. He is one of the absolute icons of the 1980s recognized by his top selling puzzle designs.
- USA: We take pride in our puzzles so all of them are manufactured in America. They also come with the Happiness Guarantee. We will replace your puzzle for free if you are not happy.
- Quality: White Mountain is known for our precision cutting technique so each piece fits just right. Our puzzles measure 24” x 30” when finished. Visit our store page to see a wide variety of puzzles.
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The ceremony began, as it often does, with the crinkle of cellophane and the sigh of a box being opened. My human spilled the contents—a thousand fractured prophecies—onto the dining table. They called it a "puzzle," a creation by some artisan named James Mellett. I, however, recognized it for what it was: a scrying ritual. The human was attempting to divine the future by reassembling these scattered runes from the great oracle of White Mountain. I watched from my perch on the credenza, tail twitching, as the first pieces were joined. My human muttered to themself, reading the cryptic phrases aloud. "Go ahead, make my day." A clear taunt directed at the squirrel who brazenly raids the bird feeder. "I'm the king of the world!" This, obviously, was a reference to me, surveying my domain from on high. It seemed this oracle was surprisingly astute. I leaned closer, intrigued. The human placed another piece, revealing the words, "I feel the need... the need for speed!" Ah, a premonition of my 3 a.m. zoomies through the darkened hallway. This was proving to be a most valuable intelligence-gathering tool. Then, a dark omen appeared. A jagged piece of cardboard bearing the chilling inscription: "Here's Johnny!" My ears flattened. Johnny is the name of the terrifyingly cheerful child who lives next door, the one with the grabby hands and no concept of personal space. The oracle was warning me of an impending visit. A threat to my peace, my quiet, my exquisitely soft fur. This could not be allowed to stand. The prophecy had to be disrupted. Leaping silently from my perch to the table, I did not engage in the chaotic swiping of a common alley cat. That is artless. I was a saboteur with a purpose. I located the "Here's Johnny!" piece, a nexus of terrible energy. With the surgical precision of a seasoned predator, I hooked it with a single, extended claw. I flicked it. The rune sailed through the air in a perfect arc, landing with a soft clatter directly inside my human's cavernous slipper by the door. The prophecy was now contained, its power neutralized. My human sighed in frustration, searching for the "missing" piece. They were oblivious, but I knew. This White Mountain oracle was a powerful artifact, and clearly, it had fallen to me to be its keeper and interpreter, to protect this household from the dark futures it revealed. It was a heavy burden, but one I would bear with dignity.
