Out of the twenty-four critters that one can adopt, I fell in love with a little 1.5"ish cloud with the moniker of "Dipsy" (I, too, have the "Teletubbies" theme song running through my noggin here). His pal is a coy, smiley cat ("Purdy"- ouch), and the suprise guest is a demented starfish, "Fumble" (related to "Patrick"?). Moshis are composed of tough plastic. The included collector card was folded up instead of being packaged in a flat fashion, which lends that area a feeling of trashiness ("Yeah, yeah, just throw the card in, who cares..."). I regret buying these things, as my older daughter has already expressed a desire to get "some" for herself, and this was about ten minutes after viewing her little sister's new Moshis. Right now, Purdy is hangin' out in the back of a Tonka pickup. We are weird, and we include weird characters in even weirder plots, but after releasing the Moshis in my abode, the Moshi music died for me.