Pete's Expert Summary
My human, in their infinite and often misguided wisdom, has presented me with what appear to be two diminutive, ostentatiously colored fluffballs from the infamous "Furby" lineage. They are apparently called 'Furblets,' a name that already sets my teeth on edge. These are not toys in the traditional, respectable sense of a mouse-filled-with-catnip or a simple feather wand. No, these are electronic noisemakers, each promising over 45 sounds, from "electronica" and "hip hop" beats to some gibberish they call 'Furbish.' Their main features seem to be making a racket when prodded and having ears that pop up. While the dangling keychain clip and the sudden ear movement have a flicker of potential for a well-timed swat, the overwhelming sensory assault of their "music" and plastic parts suggests this will be a profound waste of my valuable napping time.
Key Features
- 2 MINI FURBY FRIENDS: Furblets are mini Furby toys with their own unique musical personalities! They're great kids gifts, stocking stuffers, Easter basket fillers, rewards, or even Valentine's Day gifts
- 45+ SOUNDS EACH: Ray-Vee plays electronica music and Hip-Bop is a hip hop star with catchy beats. Both say their own fun phrases in Furbish, the classic Furby language. A76/LR44 button cell batteries included
- 3 WAYS TO ACTIVATE MUSIC & PHRASES: Press their beaks for fun feeding noises and tap the heart gems for music. The tops of their heads activate fun Furbish phrases and turn them on and off
- 2 KEYCHAIN CLIPS FOR ON THE GO: These 2 inch/5 centimeter small plush toys for girls and boys have removable keychain clips for backpacks or other travel bags. Surface clean only
- PEEKABOO EARS POP OPEN: Fold one or both ears down and press the head to make them pop back up
- HARMONIZE TOGETHER: Press and hold their mouths at the same time and they'll sing a song together! Make it a full chorus by adding more Furblets to the party (sold separately)
- WORKS WITH FURBY, TOO (SOLD SEPARATELY): If you have the latest Furby from 2023, activate Furdar mode to see what Furby has to say about their dee noo-lahs (little friends)
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The offering was presented with the usual cooing noises my human reserves for things she finds inexplicably charming. Two of them. One, a garish rainbow monstrosity, the other a loud combination of pink and purple. The scent was sterile—plastic and factory dust, not the rich bouquet of bird or mouse. I gave a perfunctory sniff, flicked my tail in profound disappointment, and turned to leap back onto my velvet throne. But she persisted, dangling the rainbow one by its strange plastic hook. "Look, Pete! It's Ray-Vee!" she chirped, and then she committed the unforgivable act: she tapped its head. A pair of oversized ears shot up with a synthetic *fwump*, and a shrill, chirping voice spouted nonsense. Then, a tinny, repetitive electronica beat began to pulse from its tiny body. It was an affront to the serene quiet of my kingdom. An invasion. I froze, one paw mid-air, my gaze fixed on the creature. My initial disdain was curdling into a more focused, tactical assessment. The ear-pop was a sudden movement, a weakness. My predator brain cataloged it instantly: a twitch, a trigger, something to be exploited. It was not a friend; it was a puzzle box of irritation. Before I could formulate a plan of attack, the human activated the second one, the hip-hop fiend. A thumping, rhythmic beat—completely different from the first—joined the fray. My ears swiveled, trying to triangulate the dual sonic assault. Then, the human pressed their beaks together. The two horrors did not fight; they *harmonized*. They launched into a coordinated, pre-programmed song, a duet of digital caterwauling that vibrated through the floorboards. This was not a random nuisance. This was a conspiracy. An organized offensive designed to disrupt the very fabric of my afternoon slumber. I lowered myself into a crouch, not of play, but of study. Let the human think I was "intrigued." I was, but not in the way she imagined. These were not toys to be chased. They were systems to be mastered. I observed the way her finger tapped the heart-shaped gem for music, the beak for feeding sounds, the head for Furbish. I would learn their mechanisms. I would not deign to "play" with them, but I would conquer them. When the human wasn't looking, I would be the one to orchestrate their symphony of annoyance, making their ears pop and their voices squeak on *my* terms. They are not worthy of my affection, but their complex foolishness is, I must admit, a worthy challenge for a superior intellect. The dissonant chorus will continue, but soon, I will be the conductor.
