Pete's Expert Summary
My human has presented me with what appears to be a miniature, portable annoyance from the notorious Furby lineage. This 'Furblet,' as it's called, is a small, unnaturally coral-colored fuzzball designed to make over 45 different noises, including something the humans call 'hip hop music,' which I suspect is just a series of rhythmic squeaks. It has a clip, suggesting it can be dangled—a classic, if uninspired, tactic to get my attention. Its main features seem to be popping its ears open and speaking gibberish when prodded. While the sudden ear-popping motion has a flicker of prey-like potential, the electronic cacophony it promises is likely an egregious assault on the serene atmosphere required for my seventeen hours of daily sleep. It teeters on the edge of being a momentary distraction or a permanent resident on my 'ignore' list.
Key Features
- REE-MIX THE MINI FURBLETS FRIEND: Furblets are mini Furby toys with their own musical personalities and fur designs! They're great small gifts for stocking stuffers, rewards for kids, or even desk toys
- PLAYS MUSIC AND SPEAKS FURBISH: Ree-Mix is a music toy who plays hip hop music and says funny phrases in Furby language (does not speak human languages). Includes 3 A76/LR44 button cell batteries
- 3 WAYS TO ACTIVATE 45+ SOUNDS: Press the beak for fun feeding noises and tap the heart gem for music. The top of the head powers on and off and activates fun Furbish phrases (ships in try me mode, see instructions)
- KEYCHAIN CLIP FOR ON THE GO: This 2 inch (5 centimeter) small plush toy for girls and boys has a removable keychain clip 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 to reveal the character
- HARMONIZE WITH OTHER FURBLETS (SOLD SEPARATELY): Furblets come with different colors and music style personalities. Collect more than one and make them sing together!
- WORKS WITH FURBY, TOO (SOLD SEPARATELY): If you have a big Furby, 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, as I came to call it, was placed not on the floor, but on the sacred silk cushion beside the window—*my* cushion. It was an idol, no doubt. A small, coral-furred effigy with vacant eyes, a garish plastic heart, and a metal shackle at its crown, clearly identifying it as a messenger or a prisoner. For a long while, it was silent, and I observed it with the detached curiosity I reserve for dust bunnies that have achieved unusual size. My human, a creature of simple, predictable rituals, then approached and tapped its heart. The first chant began. Not a meow, not a chirp, but a series of rhythmic, synthetic beats that vibrated through my cushion. "Ree-Mix! Ree-Mix!" it chirped, following up with a string of nonsensical Furbish phrases. This was no mere toy. This was an artifact, a totem humming with a strange energy. My human seemed delighted by the garbled prophecies, but I felt a prickle of unease. This was a foreign dialect, a coded language. Was it a warning? A summons? A deeply unflattering commentary on my napping form? My professional pride demanded a closer inspection. When the human had departed, I approached the idol. Extending a single, impeccably clean claw, I delicately tapped the top of its head, just as I’d seen the human do. With a sudden, shocking *thwump*, its fuzzy ears, previously folded in reverence, shot upright. The creature let out another stream of Furbish. It was a challenge. Acknowledging my presence. I batted at its beak, and it made a series of clicking noises—the sound of some strange, otherworldly feeding ritual. I was not playing; I was conducting an interrogation. I have decided this Ree-Mix is not a simple plaything to be vanquished and discarded under the sofa. It is a puzzle box, a tiny oracle. Its looping beats are a mantra, and its Furbish phrases are riddles I must solve. Is 'doo-dah' a promise of the evening meal, or a taunt? Is 'noo-lah' a sign of respect, or a grave insult? My verdict, then, is that it is worthy. Not for the common thrill of the hunt, but for the intellectual stimulation of deciphering its arcane purpose. I will listen to its hip hop sermons and I will learn its secrets. For now, it may remain on my cushion, a tiny, bewildering guru in my sunbeam.