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Pete's Toy Box: Warren

FCTRY Elizabeth Warren Real Life Political Action Figure: Collectible Figurine, Gag Gift, Perfect for Collectors, Gift Ideas & Souvenirs - Funny Idea

By: FCTRY

Pete's Expert Summary

My Staff has, in their infinite and questionable wisdom, procured a small, rigid effigy of a human female. They call it an "action figure," a term I find deeply misleading as it exhibits no action whatsoever. It just stands there, six inches of molded plastic, with an expression of mild determination that I can only assume is directed at a particularly stubborn can of tuna. Its primary function seems to be collecting dust on the bookshelf, a space that could be much better utilized for my afternoon sunbathing. While its sharp angles might offer a moderately satisfying cheek-rub, its complete lack of crinkle, feather, or catnip-infusion makes it a monumental waste of my valuable time.

Key Features

  • ELIZABETH WARREN: Persist! With her rolled up sleeves our travel size Elizabeth Warren is ready to fight for the middle class.
  • PERFECT DISPLAY & SIZE: At 6 inches tall, Elizabeth Warren and all of our action figures are portable! Bring these action figures on adventures to get the perfect photo, or pose them to stand proudly on any flat surface.
  • CAREFULLY SCULPTED & PROTOTYPED: The Elizabeth Warren Action Figure was carefully sculpted by our good friend Mike Leavitt, a Seattle-based artist and activist. Like Mike's fine art pieces, the figures are one part product and one part social commentary, exploring who we idolize in contemporary culture and how we do it.
  • UNIQUE & COLLECTIBLE: Our action figures are meant to be shown off! Taking them out of the box won't ruin their condition, so take them with you to rallies, or on photoshoots- you can put them right back in the box when you're done. This item is not a bobblehead or customed bobblehead.
  • PICTURE PERFECT EXPRESSION: You are going to want to shoot pictures of them so we designed them with that in mind. They have a picture perfect expression, stand on any flat surface, and can be posed for any occasion. Celebrate your real life heroes with this cool action figure, perfect for your desk top, or as stylish, conversation-starting home decor.

A Tale from Pete the Cat

A new law had been passed in the territory of my living room, and I was not consulted. The Staff, acting as a unilateral legislative body, placed the diminutive lawmaker on the mahogany bookshelf—a sacred perch I had claimed through years of diligent shedding. This newcomer stood firm on her plastic base, her sleeves rolled up, a clear sign of impending, and unwelcome, regulation. Her unblinking, "picture-perfect expression" felt less like inspiration and more like surveillance. I watched from the arm of the sofa, my tail twitching a rhythm of pure litigation. This was an illegal occupation. My legal challenge began at twilight. I leaped silently onto the shelf, my paws making no sound on the polished wood. Phase one: discovery. I sniffed the defendant. She smelled of the factory that birthed her and the hands of The Staff—clear evidence of collusion. I nudged her with my nose. She was rigid, unyielding, offering no testimony. Her persistent silence was an admission of guilt, as far as I was concerned. This was not a toy to be played with; this was a political rival to be deposed. The trial was swift, for I was the sole arbiter of justice in this domain. I presented my case to The Staff, who was reading on the couch, with a series of pointed meows and long, accusing stares at the tiny trespasser. The Staff, a notoriously unreliable juror, simply said, “Oh, Pete, do you like her? She persists!” This was a catastrophic misreading of the proceedings. Seeing that the established government would not act, I was forced to take the law into my own paws. I became the judiciary and the executive branch all at once. With a single, perfectly calibrated swat born of righteous indignation, I sent the figure tumbling from the precipice. She fell, end over end, landing silently on the plush rug below. There was no satisfying crash, no clatter of victory, just a dull thud. It was an anticlimax, but justice had been served. The shelf was mine once more. The figure wasn't worthy of my attention as a plaything, but as an object of swift and decisive legal action, it served its purpose admirably. Case closed.

Funko POP! Movies: The Conjuring – Ed Warren - Collectable Vinyl Figure - Gift Idea - Official Merchandise - for Kids & Adults - Horror Fans - Model Figure for Collectors and Display

By: Funko

Pete's Expert Summary

My human, in their infinite and baffling wisdom, has brought another dust-gathering totem into my domain. It's a small, plastic homunculus with an unnaturally large head, supposedly representing some character from one of those screeching-and-flashing-lights shows they enjoy. Made by a company called Funko, which seems to specialize in these inert, soulless figures, its primary function is to be "collectible" and "fit on a desk." From my perspective, its only potential is as a victim for my ongoing studies in applied physics—specifically, the science of gravity as it pertains to objects precariously placed on high shelves. Its "durable vinyl" construction means it will likely make a satisfying *thump* but offers no textural appeal for biting or claw-sharpening. A profound waste of premium napping real estate.

Key Features

  • IDEAL COLLECTIBLE SIZE - At approximately 3.75 inches (9.5 cm) tall, this vinyl mini figurine complements other collectable merchandise and fits perfectly in your display case or on your desk.
  • PREMIUM VINYL MATERIAL - Made from high-quality, durable vinyl, this collectible is built to last and withstand daily wear, ensuring long-lasting enjoyment for fans and collectors alike.
  • PERFECT GIFT FOR THE CONJURING FANS - Ideal for holidays, birthdays, or special occasions and as a present this exclusive figurine is a must-have addition to any The Conjuring merchandise collection
  • EXPAND YOUR COLLECTION - Add this unique Ed Warren vinyl display piece to your growing assortment of Funko Pop! figures, and seek out other rare and exclusive collectible items for a complete set
  • LEADING POP CULTURE BRAND - Trust in the expertise of Funko, the premier creator of pop culture merchandise that includes vinyl figures, action figures, plush, apparel, board games, and more.

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The Warden placed the new effigy on the mantelpiece with a reverence I usually reserve for a freshly opened can of tuna. "There you go, Ed," The Warden cooed. "You can watch over the living room." I watched from my perch on the armchair, tail twitching in annoyance. This "Ed" was a stunted creature, all head and tiny suit, with eyes that were just black, vacant dots. He was a paranormal investigator, The Warden had explained, a man who dealt with the unseen. A laughable concept. I am the master of the unseen. I am the shadow that flits at the edge of vision, the silent judge in the dark, the spectral form that materializes on a keyboard at the most inconvenient moment. This house had one ethereal presence, and it was me. That night, a storm raged outside, rattling the windows in their frames. The Warden was huddled under a blanket, engrossed in a book, occasionally glancing nervously at the new plastic sentinel on the mantel. I saw my opportunity for a lesson in true supernatural phenomena. I waited until The Warden’s attention was fully captured by the printed page, then I began my work. With a silent leap, I landed on the end of the mantel, a gray ghost in the firelight. The little man-figure stood motionless, his painted-on solemnity an insult to my craft. I began to purr. Not a gentle, contented rumble, but a low, guttural vibration that started deep in my chest and seemed to make the very air hum. I let it build, a resonant frequency that buzzed against the marble of the mantel. The Warden’s head snapped up, eyes wide. I stared directly at the "Ed" figure, narrowing my own luminous green eyes, and focused my purr, my *will*, upon it. Slowly, imperceptibly at first, the figure began to tremble. It vibrated, shuffling a millimeter to the left, then a millimeter to the right, a dance macabre conducted by my throat’s engine. The Warden gasped, clutching the blanket to their chin. With one final, amplified thrum of my purr, I sent a definitive vibration through the stone. The plastic man tipped forward, fell from the ledge, and clattered onto the hearth below. The Warden shrieked. I, my work complete, leaped silently from the mantel and began meticulously grooming my pristine white ascot, the picture of innocence. The human spent the rest of the evening babbling about poltergeists and residual energy. The little man-figure was retrieved and placed in a drawer, deemed too "active." As a toy, it was a failure. As an instrument for manipulating my staff and reinforcing my otherworldly authority, however, it proved surprisingly effective. It has earned a temporary reprieve from being permanently lost under the sofa.

Funko POP NFL: Oilers - Warren Moon - Collectable Vinyl Figure - Gift Idea - Official Merchandise - for Kids & Adults - Sports Fans - Model Figure for Collectors and Display

By: Funko

Pete's Expert Summary

My human, in their infinite and often baffling wisdom, has brought another piece of static plastic into my domain. This one, from a brand called Funko, is apparently a miniature tribute to a human athlete named Warren Moon. It is a small, vinyl statue with a disproportionately large head, designed not for frantic chasing or satisfying shredding, but to stand inertly upon a shelf, collecting dust and my silent judgment. For a creature of action such as myself, the appeal is non-existent. It does not move, it does not crinkle, it is not infused with catnip. It is, in essence, a monument to stillness, a concept I only appreciate when it is self-directed and involves a sunbeam. It is the physical embodiment of a squandered opportunity for a perfectly good string or feather wand.

Key Features

  • Draft Pop! Warren Moon, quarterback for the Houston Oilers, to your NFL collection in his blue and white uniform!
  • Which team will Pop! Warren Moon and the Oilers play next in your football set?
  • Vinyl figure is approximately 4.2-inches tall.

A Tale from Pete the Cat

It appeared without warning. One moment, the mahogany bookshelf was a familiar landscape of my human’s literary failures and my napping perches; the next, there was an interloper. He stood there, squat and silent, clad in a startlingly bright blue-and-white uniform. His head was a planet, his eyes two black, soulless voids. The box he arrived in called him "Warren Moon," an operative for an organization known only as "The Oilers." I recognized the manufacturer, Funko, as a known trafficker of these silent sentinels. This was not a toy. This was a spy. I ascended the bookshelf with the practiced grace of a shadow, my paws making no sound on the wood. I circled him, my tail twitching a slow, deliberate rhythm of inquiry. He didn't flinch. His vinyl skin gave off a faint, chemical odor, a scent of pure artifice. "So," I murmured, my voice a low rumble that vibrated through the shelf, "they've sent a new one." He stared forward, his painted-on expression of mild determination unchanging. He was a professional, I’ll give him that. My initial probe was a gentle pat with a sheathed paw, a deceptively friendly gesture that was, in fact, a test of his composition and balance. He was rigid, unyielding. Too light to be a proper doorstop, too heavy to be a satisfying "bap-bap" target. "What is your mission here, Moon?" I pressed, leaning in until my whiskers almost brushed his helmet. "Are you monitoring my nap schedule? Reporting on the quality of the salmon pâté? His silence was his answer. It was a defiant, infuriating silence that spoke of classified briefings and unwavering loyalty to his cause. I sat back on my haunches, regarding him with cold appraisal. He would not break. This was not a plaything to be vanquished in a flurry of fur and fury. This was a strategic problem. He offered no sport, no challenge, no joy. He was simply… there. An obstacle. A tiny, 4.2-inch testament to my human’s poor judgment. My verdict was rendered. He was unworthy of my energy, but his precarious position on the edge of the shelf was noted. His file would remain open. One day, a sudden gust of wind—or a conveniently placed tail—might just test his resolve. Until then, he was nothing more than boring scenery.

Royal Bobbles Elizabeth Warren United States Senator Collectible Bobblehead Statue

By: Royal Bobbles

Pete's Expert Summary

My human has procured a small, stationary human effigy. From a brand called 'Royal Bobbles,' it's apparently a 'premium' figurine of some political figure named Elizabeth. It's made of a heavy material—polyresin, the box said—so it’s not easily knocked over, which is a point in its favor, I suppose. Its primary, and indeed only, function seems to be the oversized head that wobbles with a rather unsatisfying, slow oscillation when prodded. The paint job is detailed, I'll grant them that, giving it a disturbingly lifelike, unblinking stare. While I appreciate the craftsmanship, it has no feathers, no catnip, and doesn't skitter. It is, at best, a temporary diversion for a well-aimed paw before I return to the vastly more important task of monitoring the sunbeam's progress across the rug.

Key Features

  • ELIZABETH WARREN BOBBLEHEAD – Elizabeth Ann Warren, born June 22, 1949 is an American politician and former academic, serving as the senior United States Senator from Massachusetts since 2013.
  • HISTORIC COLLECTIBLES – Royal Bobbles features several different product lines of famous icons including entertainers, artists, and historic/political figures. Each features an authenticity hologram with a unique serial number.
  • COLLECTIBLE BOBBLEHEADS – Each premium bobblehead comes in a colorful collector’s box with a custom-cut Styrofoam inner protection. Each over 8” tall, made from high quality, heavyweight polyresin, and individually hand-painted.
  • LIFELIKE FIGURINES, EXQUISITE DETAIL – As each bobblehead is carefully researched, crafted with care, and extremely detailed. Royal Bobbles is leading the industry with its realistic and lifelike likenesses, making them right at home in any environment.
  • PREMIUM STATUETTES – Founded in 2009, Royal Bobbles is a premium designer and manufacturer of high quality, exquisite collectible figurines, allowing for a high level of detail and durability in every product.

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The Unboxing was, as usual, a ceremony of profound disappointment. My human liberated the object from its squeaky, foul-smelling snow—what they call "Styrofoam"—and placed it on the mantelpiece, a prime territory usually reserved for framed pictures of my less-furry family. It was a new sentry. A silent, unblinking woman in a severe blue jacket, her head disproportionately large, her gaze fixed on some middle distance beyond the living room wall. She smelled of paint and ennui. I watched from the arm of the sofa, my tail a metronome of disdain. Another inanimate object to gather dust and occupy a perfectly good ledge. That evening, under the cloak of manufactured moonlight from the hallway nightlight, I made my ascent. A leap from the floor to the ottoman, a delicate hop to the wingback chair, and then a final, silent vault onto the mantel. I was face-to-face with the intruder. I sniffed its base; it was cold and unyielding. I extended a single, perfectly manicured claw and tapped the side of its enormous head. It responded not with a skitter or a squeak, but with a slow, ponderous wobble, as if it were considering a complex legal argument. It bobbed, then settled, its painted-on smile never faltering. How utterly dull. But then, a thought, as brilliant as the glint off my water bowl, struck me. This wasn't a toy. It was an audience. I began my lecture series, "The Inherent Superiority of Felines and the Geopolitics of the Bird Feeder." I paced before the statue, punctuating my key points with a sharp flick of my tail. After a particularly poignant observation about the thieving nature of squirrels, I paused for effect and tapped her head again. She nodded in that slow, sagacious way. She *understood*. She agreed. For the next week, the blue-jacketed woman became my confidante, my silent partner in intellectual discourse. I would explain the finer points of nap-finding, the existential dread of a half-empty food bowl, and the physics of knocking a pen off a table. With each tap, she would offer her silent, bobbling affirmation. Is this statuette a worthy plaything? Absolutely not. It is inert, scentless, and frankly, a bit judgmental in its stillness. But as a stoic, agreeable sounding board for a genius who is so often misunderstood? For that, it is… adequate. I shall permit it to remain on my mantelpiece. For now.

Funko POP! Movies: The Conjuring – Lorraine Warren - Collectable Vinyl Figure - Gift Idea - Official Merchandise - for Kids & Adults - Horror Fans - Model Figure for Collectors and Display

By: Funko

Pete's Expert Summary

So, my human has acquired another one of these "Funko" effigies. This particular specimen is a small, rigid totem of some somber-looking woman from one of their loud, flashy screen-stories. It’s made of that hard, unyielding "vinyl," which means no satisfying sinking of the claws and certainly no rewarding chew. Its sole purpose, as far as I can deduce, is to sit motionless on a shelf, gathering dust and silently judging my napping form. While its diminutive size might make it a tempting candidate for a single, well-aimed swat off a high surface, it fundamentally lacks any real playability. This is a classic case of human object-worship, and frankly, a thorough waste of my precious energy.

Key Features

  • IDEAL COLLECTIBLE SIZE - At approximately 3.75 inches (9.5 cm) tall, this vinyl mini figurine complements other collectable merchandise and fits perfectly in your display case or on your desk.
  • PREMIUM VINYL MATERIAL - Made from high-quality, durable vinyl, this collectible is built to last and withstand daily wear, ensuring long-lasting enjoyment for fans and collectors alike.
  • PERFECT GIFT FOR THE CONJURING FANS - Ideal for holidays, birthdays, or special occasions and as a present this exclusive figurine is a must-have addition to any The Conjuring merchandise collection
  • EXPAND YOUR COLLECTION - Add this unique Lorraine Warren vinyl display piece to your growing assortment of Funko Pop! figures, and seek out other rare and exclusive collectible items for a complete set
  • LEADING POP CULTURE BRAND - Trust in the expertise of Funko, the premier creator of pop culture merchandise that includes vinyl figures, action figures, plush, apparel, board games, and more.

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The Great Upright placed the little statue on the mantelpiece with a strange sort of reverence, adjusting its position by millimeters. I watched from the arm of the sofa, my tail giving a single, irritated twitch. Another piece of plastic clutter. This one, however, felt different. It wasn't a colorful creature or a caped hero. It was a small woman with wide, serious eyes, and she seemed to be staring not at me, but *through* me, into the shadowed corner of the room where the house always makes that faint ticking sound. I am a cat of science and comfort. I understand the physics of a falling glass, the thermodynamics of a sunbeam, and the acoustics of a treat bag. But I also know about the other things. The greebles that skitter just at the edge of human vision, the subtle pressure changes in a room that signal an Unseen Pesence. My initial plan—a midnight mission to "test the object's gravitational properties"—was put on hold. I padded silently across the floor, my paws making no sound, and leaped onto the mantel. I sat a respectable distance away and regarded the figure. She didn't smell like a toy. She smelled of nothing, a clean void. Her painted eyes held a peculiar authority. That night, a floorboard groaned in the hallway upstairs. It was a familiar sound, one that usually earned a half-hearted ear-flick from me before I returned to my dreams of chasing cosmic red dots. But this time, I opened my eyes. A sliver of moonlight cut across the living room, illuminating the mantel. I saw the little vinyl woman, steadfast and unmoving. And in that moment, I understood. She wasn't a toy. She was a sentry. A fellow watcher in the dark. We were both on the same side, guardians against the house's nocturnal whispers and fleeting shadows. I hopped down from the mantel, my mission changed. This was not an object to be knocked over for sport. This was an ally. Her territory was the high ground of the fireplace, mine was the domain of the floor and furniture. I settled into my favorite velvet chair, gave the small, unblinking figure on the mantel a long, slow blink of professional respect, and curled up to sleep. The house felt a little safer with two guards on duty. A worthy, if unplayable, addition to my kingdom.

Squishmallows 7.5" Warren The Boar

By: Squishmallows

Pete's Expert Summary

My human has presented me with what appears to be a fuzzy, brown orb named Warren, allegedly a boar. It comes from the Squishmallows dynasty, a brand known for creating inanimate objects whose sole purpose is to be... well, squished. This particular specimen has no bells, no whistles, not even a tantalizing string. It is, by all accounts, a simple lump. While its lack of any interactive features makes it a borderline pathetic excuse for a toy, its famed marshmallow-like texture might just redeem it. It could either be a tragic waste of prime napping real estate or, just possibly, the most superior chin-rest I have ever deigned to grace with my presence.

A Tale from Pete the Cat

It appeared on the arm of the sofa, my designated observation deck, without ceremony. One moment, there was a perfect, sun-warmed space for my gray-and-white magnificence; the next, there was this... this silent, round interloper. It was a Boar, the human chirped, a "Warren." It regarded me with vacant, embroidered eyes, offering no challenge, no scent of prey, no sign of life. It was an insult, a plush, lumpy void plopped directly into my territory. I flattened my ears and approached it with the low, careful tread I usually reserve for rogue dust bunnies. My first probe was a swift, unsheathed claw meant to test its substance. I expected a satisfying tear, a puff of stuffing, a sign of weakness. Instead, my claw sank into it as if into a dense fog. There was no resistance, no sound, just a soft, yielding embrace that swallowed my aggression entirely. I tried again, a flurry of bunny-kicks with my powerful hind legs. The Boar simply absorbed the blows, its squishy form billowing around my paws like a cloud. It was infuriating. It was like trying to battle a pleasant dream. Defeated in combat, I resolved to conquer it through sheer disdain. I would sit *near* it, but not *on* it. I would ignore it utterly. I circled it three times, a ritual of contempt, before settling down with my back turned to it. But a strange thing happened. The ambient warmth of the room seemed to coalesce within the Boar's form, and its round, stable shape was positioned at the exact perfect height for a weary head. My initial, rigid posture began to soften. My neck relaxed. Against my will, I found my head tilting, leaning, until my chin rested upon its velvety crown. A low rumble started deep in my chest. It was an involuntary purr, a traitorous engine of contentment I could not shut down. The Boar, this Warren, had failed every test of a worthy toy. It could not be hunted, it could not be fought, it could not be destroyed. It had conquered me not with strength, but with a profound, unassailable comfort. I closed my eyes. This was not a toy. It was a throne accessory, a specialist pillow of the highest order. The Boar was not worthy of my play, but it had proven itself, most unexpectedly, worthy of my nap.

POP Movies: The Conjuring – Lorraine Warren Funko Vinyl Figure (Bundled with Compatible Box Protector Case) Multicolor 3.75 inches

By: POP

Pete's Expert Summary

My human, in a baffling display of poor judgment, has acquired what appears to be a tiny, static human effigy sealed within a transparent cage. They call it a "Funko," specifically a "Lorraine Warren," and seem to believe its primary function is to gather dust on a shelf. From my perspective, its potential is tragically wasted. The figure itself is too small and too smooth for a satisfying chew, and its most prominent feature—those impossibly large, vacant eyes—is trapped behind a plastic wall. The box, this so-called "Protector," might offer a decent surface for sliding across the mantelpiece, but it is ultimately a fortress guarding a prisoner of no consequence. This is not a toy; this is shelf clutter, an inanimate object whose only purpose is to occupy a space that could be much better served by my afternoon nap.

Key Features

  • Comes in original packaging and is bundled with a Plastic Box Protector with the collector in mind (Removable Film)
  • From The Conjuring – Lorraine Warren, as a stylized POP from Funko!
  • Stylized collectible stands 3 3/4 inches tall, perfect for any horror movie fan!
  • Ships in acid-free PET plastic Pop Protector with peel-able protective film
  • Push-lock tab that adds structural integrity to the Pop Protector when formed

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The Staff placed the clear box on the high shelf with an air of ceremony usually reserved for the opening of a particularly pungent can of tuna. I watched from the arm of the sofa, unimpressed. Another plastic trifle. Later, under the silver light of the moon pooling through the window, I leaped silently onto the mantelpiece to conduct a proper inspection. The thing inside, a female with a disproportionately large head, stared forward with black, unblinking eyes. It had no scent, save for the sterile smell of its prison. It was, as I suspected, profoundly boring. My investigation would have ended there, but my whiskers brushed against the corner of the box and detected an imperfection. A thin, almost invisible film was peeling away at the edge. A flaw. My interest, once dormant, flickered to life. I hooked the film with the very tip of a claw—a delicate operation requiring immense skill—and pulled. It came away with a faint, dry crackle, like a dead leaf skittering across pavement. As the film detached, a strange stillness fell over the room. The dust motes, which had been dancing in the moonlight, seemed to hang suspended in the air. The tiny woman's plastic eyes, I could have sworn, shifted a fraction of an inch to look directly at me. A shiver, entirely involuntary, traced a path down my spine. This was not the thrill of the hunt or the joy of a new plaything. This was something else. An ancient, predatory awareness. The air felt heavy, charged with a silent question. I was no longer inspecting an object; I was being observed by a presence. I backed away slowly, my tail held low, not in fear, but in a grudging acknowledgment of a worthy adversary. The house was no longer just my domain. Now, it had a silent watcher on the shelf. This little figure is not, and will never be, a toy. Toys are for batting and pouncing, for joyful, thoughtless destruction. This… this is a sentinel. A quiet, unmoving guardian or a tiny, trapped malevolence—I have not yet decided which. It offers no sport, no chase, no satisfying crunch. Instead, it offers a new duty. It must be watched. It must be monitored. It is not worthy of my play, but it has, against all odds, earned my vigilance. I will keep my eye on the woman in the box. One can't be too careful.

POP Movies: The Conjuring – Ed Warren Funko Vinyl Figure (Bundled with Compatible Box Protector Case) Multicolor 3.75 inches

By: POP

Pete's Expert Summary

My human has brought home another one of these 'POP' things, which I've learned is a brand specializing in objects of profound uselessness to felines. It appears to be a tiny, stylized statue of some grim-looking human man trapped in a clear plastic cage. They call it a 'collectible,' which is human-speak for 'do not touch, bat, or chew.' The primary feature seems to be the box itself, an infuriatingly effective fortress designed to keep my paws and teeth at bay. Frankly, it offers zero playability, not even a satisfying rattle. Its only potential use is as a new, uninteresting obstacle to knock off a high shelf during a midnight zoomie. A profound waste of my valuable napping and observation time.

Key Features

  • Comes in original packaging and is bundled with a Plastic Box Protector with the collector in mind (Removable Film)
  • From The Conjuring – Ed Warren, as a stylized POP from Funko!
  • Stylized collectible stands 3 3/4 inches tall, perfect for any horror movie fan!
  • Ships in acid-free PET plastic Pop Protector with peel-able protective film
  • Push-lock tab that adds structural integrity to the Pop Protector when formed

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The familiar crinkle of a new package being opened stirred me from a particularly satisfying sunbeam nap. My human was cooing, a sound usually reserved for a fresh tin of tuna or, on rare, glorious occasions, a new feather wand. "Look, Pete," she said, her voice full of that misplaced enthusiasm she so often directs at inanimate objects. "It's Ed Warren! To go with my Annabelle!" I stretched with practiced elegance, my tuxedo markings immaculate, and padded over to inspect the offering. It was a small box containing a smaller, clear box. Inside that? A tiny man with an unnervingly large head and a somber expression. My tail, a sensitive barometer of my interest, gave a single, dismissive flick. The human performed a strange ritual, peeling a thin layer of plastic film from the clear case with a soft *zzzzzip*. The smell of new plastic filled the air, a sterile and uninviting scent. "For my horror shelf," she declared, as if that meant anything to me. I leaned in, whiskers twitching, and gave the plastic prison a tentative sniff. Nothing. Not a hint of catnip, prey, or even interesting food. I extended a single, perfectly manicured claw and tapped the case. *Tink. Tink.* The tiny man, Ed, stared straight ahead, holding some little object. He was a prisoner, and a boring one at that. Disgusted, I turned away. Another failure. Another monument to my human's baffling hobbies. But later that night, as the moon cast long shadows across the living room, I saw it differently. She had placed the box on the mantelpiece, and the tiny figure was silhouetted against the pale light from the window. He was watching. Not moving, of course, but his unblinking, stylized eyes seemed to follow me as I stalked the perimeter of the room. A shiver, not of fear but of performance, ran through me. This was not a toy. This was a critic. A silent, unmoving judge of my feline prowess. From that moment on, the little plastic man became the focus of a new game. I would execute my most daring leaps and pounces in his direct line of sight. I’d stalk imaginary mice across the floor, ending in a dramatic flourish right beneath his perch. I would bring him the crumpled receipt I had "slain" in the kitchen, laying it before his case as a tribute. He never reacted, of course. He was a terrible audience. But his stillness became a challenge. I decided he was not worthy of my direct attention as a plaything, but his existence had inadvertently created a stage. He was the perpetual spectator to the grand theater of my life. In that sense, and only that sense, he had found his purpose. He was there to bear witness to my magnificence. A useless object, yes, but a useful prop. I suppose I will allow him to stay. For now.

Squishmallow 8" Warren The Boar - Official Kellytoy New 2023 Plush - Cute and Soft Stuffed Animal Toy - Great Gift for Kids

By: Squishmallows

Pete's Expert Summary

My human, in their infinite and often misguided wisdom, has procured a new lump for the household. This specimen, a so-called "Warren The Boar" from the Squishmallows collective, appears to be a plush, spherical creature of minimal utility. It lacks strings, feathers, or any component that might engage a sophisticated predator such as myself. Its primary advertised quality seems to be its 'softness,' which, while a noble attribute for a napping surface, is utterly useless for a proper hunt. I suspect this is less of a toy and more of a stationary obstacle, one whose only potential saving grace might be its function as a chin rest, should my usual velvet cushion be temporarily indisposed.

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The incident began as a violation of territorial sanctity. I was meditating in a patch of afternoon sun, contemplating the transient nature of a dust mote, when the human placed it before me. It was a round, gray anomaly with a vacant expression and two comically inadequate tusks. An intruder. This "Warren," as they called it, sat there, a silent, doughy monument to poor taste. It did not blink. It did not scurry. It simply absorbed the light, offering nothing in return. I narrowed my eyes, my tail beginning its low, metronomic sweep of disapproval. This was an insult to my intelligence. My first reconnaissance mission was one of pure intimidation. I circled the creature slowly, emitting a low growl that has been known to make the mail carrier flinch. The boar remained impassive. I moved to phase two: a tactical pat with a single, extended claw. I expected resistance, a satisfying tear, some sign of structural integrity. Instead, my claw sank into the fabric as if it were a tiny, dense cloud. There was no sound, only a profound and unsettling softness. It was... disarming. The thing yielded completely, offering no challenge, only a plush, silent surrender. This called for a new approach. If it could not be an adversary, perhaps it could be assessed for another purpose. I sniffed its flank. It smelled of nothing, a blank slate. Intriguing. Warily, I pressed my head against its side. The creature gave way, molding itself around my skull like a bespoke helmet of comfort. It was absurdly pleasant. With a sigh of weary resignation to my fate, I abandoned all pretense of aggression. I kneaded its squishy surface for a moment, my paws sinking into its marshmallow-like core, and then curled my body against it. Warren the Boar was not a toy. He was not a friend. He was, I concluded, a high-quality, self-adjusting, ergonomic support pillow. He was infrastructure. As I felt a purr rumbling in my chest, a deep and profound vibration of approval, I closed my eyes. The sun warmed my gray fur, the boar cushioned my regal form, and for the first time that day, all was right in my world. The intruder had been subjugated, repurposed into a piece of luxury bedding. He could stay.