Feisty Pets are adorable. They melt your heart. You want to hold them and love them and squeeze them. And then… just when you’ve fallen madly in love, they lose their shit. They release their fangs. Their inner demons appear and become your worst nightmare. You want to run far far away and never see them again. Then, just like that, they’re back to being super cute. And you’re left in a daze of frustration and confusion.
Holy shit. Someone has turned my children into a toy.
I need a lawyer. I deserve a at least 99% of the profits they make off these toys. I mean, I gave birth to the prototypes. My Feisty Kids are worth millions. Maybe billions!