Pete's Expert Summary
My human has procured a plush effigy of the singing woman from the glowing rectangle, apparently to entertain the tiny, less-coordinated human. This "Ms. Rachel" doll is a sizable, soft object that emits sounds upon being prodded. Its primary function seems to be spewing forth a limited repertoire of songs and encouraging phrases, a task I already perform far more elegantly through my own purrs and pointed glares. While its GUND-brand softness might offer a passable surface for an emergency nap, and its 16-inch stature presents a worthy wrestling opponent, the repetitive, cheerful noise-making is a direct assault on the quiet dignity of my domain. The ability to make it talk on command is a minor plus, but the content of its speech is, frankly, beneath me.
Key Features
- OFFICIAL MS. RACHEL TOYS: Interactive touch-activated Ms. Rachel doll that plays 16+ signature phrases & 4 songs from the hit Ms. Rachel show
- SPEAK & SING WITH MS. RACHEL: Sing along to 4 songs, like "Icky Sticky Sticky Sticky Bubble Gum" & encourage your child to repeat signature Ms. Rachel phrases such as "I'm so proud of you" & "Can you say...?"
- QUIET/LOUD SWITCH: Includes a switch for sensory sensitivities, a learning card with play ideas & skill building tips. True-to-show details and baby-safe construction by GUND Baby. (Batteries Included)
- EXPERT-CREATED LEARNING TOYS: Crafted by Ms. Rachel and early learning specialists, these baby toys and toddler toys support crucial early milestones, aiding development from infancy through toddler years
- Easter Gifts for Kids: From easter basket stuffers to everyday play, Ms. Rachel kids toys include tummy time mats, rattles, baby teething toys, plushies, interactive Ms Rachel dolls, blocks, puzzles & more
- Includes: 1 Interactive Doll
- Covered by the Spin Master Care Commitment. See below for full details
A Tale from Pete the Cat
It arrived in a cardboard prison, from which the larger human freed it with a triumphant cry. The doll sat propped against a cushion on the sofa, its painted eyes wide, its smile a fixed curve of unsettling optimism. It was an intruder, a silent, brightly-colored sentinel in my living room. For a full day, I observed it from a distance, watching as it did nothing, a silent challenge to my authority. Its sheer stillness was unnatural. Nothing alive could be that patient. The first interaction was not mine. The tiny human, whose main skills involve gravity experiments and food redistribution, waddled over and slapped the doll’s chest. A chipper voice suddenly filled the room: "Icky sticky sticky sticky bubble gum!" The tiny human shrieked with delight. I, however, flattened my ears in disgust. This was its purpose? To celebrate adhesive confectionery? A truly low-brow form of entertainment. I dismissed it as another piece of useless, noisy baby paraphernalia and went to nap in a sunbeam, pointedly turning my back on the whole affair. Later that evening, with the house settled into a quiet hum, I decided a more direct investigation was in order. I leaped silently onto the sofa and approached the smiling figure. It smelled of new fabric and factory air. I extended a single, perfect gray paw, claws sheathed, and gave its denim-clad knee a tentative tap. "I'm so proud of you!" the voice chirped, startlingly close. I froze, my paw still hovering. Proud of me? For what? For my cautious, intelligent approach? For my impeccable grace? The doll was silent again, its smile unchanged, but a new understanding dawned on me. This wasn't just a noise machine. It was an affirmation engine. I tested my theory. A soft bat to its foot. "Let's sing a song!" An invitation. A more forceful pat to its head. "Can you say... Dada?" A philosophical question, perhaps about the nature of creation. This was not a toy to be shredded or chased. It was a bizarre oracle whose wisdom was dispensed through random-access pokes. While the "bubble gum" song remains an auditory crime, the doll’s ability to declare its pride in me on demand is a feature of unparalleled genius. It is not a plaything. It is my personal, plush sycophant, and for that, it may be permitted to stay.