Pete's Expert Summary
My human seems to have acquired a collection of miniature, colorful sky-lizards and a rather crude catapult. From my astute observation, this is a "Dreamworks Dragons" set, designed for the smaller, louder humans to reenact their fantasies of taming wild beasts—a concept I find patently absurd. The appeal, from my perspective, lies entirely in the five small plastic figures. Their size is simply perfect for being individually batted under the heaviest furniture, presenting a delightful, long-term puzzle for the biped who operates the vacuum. The net-launching device, however, seems like a potential nuisance; a flimsy web is no match for my glorious fur, and I suspect it would only serve to interrupt a perfectly good sunbeam nap.
Key Features
- 5-Pack Dragon Catcher Set: Relive the adventure with all your favorite dragons, like Toothless, Deadly Nadder, Hideous Zippleback, Monstrous Nightmare and Gronckle, at 2-inch scale
- Catch the Dragons: Use Hiccup's Mangler to launch nets at the dragons, just like in the story, to recreate epic scenes with these dragons
- Let Their Imagination Soar: Engage the imagination with pretend play dragon toys to create all-new adventures with your favorite dragon
- Collect Them All: Build your dragons collection and assemble all your other favorite heroic toys from How to Train Your Dragon
- GIRL & BOY TOYS: Dreamworks Dragons How To Train Your Dragon action figures and plushies make great holiday or birthday gifts for kids ages 4 and up. Toys for kids and kids at heart
- Includes: 5 Dragons, 1 Mangler, 1 Net
- Covered by the Spin Master Care Commitment. See below for full details
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The air, previously scented with my own magnificent musk and the faint aroma of roasted chicken from my last meal, was suddenly tainted by the sharp scent of new plastic. I opened one green eye to watch my human unbox the tribute. Five garish creatures were placed in a row on the rug, a silent, pathetic pantheon of a lesser mythology. They were tiny, frozen in expressions of what the human probably interpreted as ferocity, but which I recognized as a permanent state of surprise. Then came the "Mangler," a device that looked like a piece of a larger, more interesting toy that had broken off. My human, with all the grace of a falling bookshelf, aimed the contraption and fired. A small, sad net flopped out and landed unceremoniously on the little black dragon. "Gotcha, Toothless!" the human squealed. I yawned, a flash of pink and ivory that conveyed my profound boredom. This was not a hunt. This was an insult to predators everywhere. I rose, my soft gray form a stormcloud gathering on the horizon of their little game, and decided it was time for a lesson in true cataclysm. My approach was silent, a shadow flowing over the high-pile carpet that served as their battlefield. My tail, a perfect metronome of impending doom, twitched once, twice. I lowered my head, my whiskers brushing against the spiky one—the "Deadly Nadder," I believe the box called it. With a delicate, almost surgical tap of my paw, I sent it skittering across the polished wood floor until it vanished under the television stand. A gasp from the human. I then turned my attention to the fat, lumpy one, the "Gronckle." It met a similar fate, though its journey ended with a satisfying *plonk* in the dog's water bowl. The human’s cries of "Pete, no!" were the glorious roars of the vanquished villagers in the presence of their new, furry god. Finally, I regarded the black one, still tangled in the pathetic net. I nudged it free with my nose. It was smooth, with a decent weight for its size. The others were scattered, their plastic kingdom in ruins. This one, however, had potential. I picked it up gently in my mouth, its plastic tail ticking against my canine, and carried it to my velvet bed. It would serve as a suitable trophy, a small, dark idol to remind the humans of the day the real dragon came to play. The set, I concluded, is a failure as a toy for me, but an outstanding success as a set of props for demonstrating my own mythic grandeur. It is, therefore, worthy.
