My poor, sheltered, almost-five-year-old. His strict, uptight prents don't let him watch any of the mature cartoons and movies many of his young peers are watching, so he must learn about the action heroes from his friends at school. He has come home many a day talking about Fawn Solo or Pirates of the Carrivean or Dark Vader - always unclear on who these people are, but always sure they must be really, really cool.
This is his new favorite. "Octopus Crime". He's the head of the Transformers. Apparently with long arms designed to provide padding for flatpacked Swedish furniture.