Never two without three... and here come the Beetlejuice POP figures in a whirlwind of black and white stripes! These miniature demons embody the completely unhinged spirit of the trashiest bio-exorcist in Burton's cinema. Iconic striped suit, tousled greenish mop of hair, sardonic grin: it's the very soul of Netherworld chaos concentrated in vinyl! Lydia Deetz swings between her everyday gothic outfit and that legendary red dress from the most WTF wedding in history. The Maitlands round out the cast with their memorable nightmarish transformations that traumatized a whole generation. Macabre humor and grotesque details: every figure oozes that gentle madness so typical of Tim Burton. Careful: once summoned onto your shelves, these POPs could turn your collection into a mini haunted house!
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Say his name three times, and the nightmare comes to life. Beetlejuice bursts in like a tornado, an unlikely mix of buffoonery and chills, an expert in dirty tricks and spectral scams. More energetic than an army of poltergeists on caffeine, he shows up with a thunderous laugh, ready to cause mayhem among the living and the dead alike. His humor is questionable, his dress sense debatable, and his sense of ethics completely nonexistent. Impossible to control, almost as hard to send back where he came from, he loves chaos as much as he hates boredom.

With irony as her armor, Astrid Deetz looks at the world with the weariness of someone who has already seen too much. Her dark clothes shout her contempt for the ordinary, her biting comebacks push away anyone who wants to trap her in a dull existence. Not the type to believe in spirits, until the inexplicable comes knocking loudly at her door. Her skepticism wavers, but not her strong character. Faced with the supernatural, she does not panic, she questions, analyzes and, above all, stays true to herself.

A whirlwind of society conversations, extravagant outfits and firmly held opinions. Delores LaFerve does not see the supernatural as a threat, but as a phenomenon to be used. Nothing impresses her, everything can be turned into a topic of conversation or an opportunity to shine in society. Spirits are prowling around? Perfect for a new decorating trend. The afterlife is dropping by? A unique chance to innovate. Her ambition goes beyond the rational, and her boundless energy would almost make you forget that some phenomena should not be taken lightly.

Black is her color, the strange her refuge, the ordinary her personal hell. Lydia Deetz lives in a morbid poem that she recites in silence, unmoved by the absurdities of the living around her. Too intelligent for this family of caricatures, too connected to the weird not to see what others miss, she dances between two worlds without really finding her place in either. When ghosts appear, she does not panic, she talks, negotiates, dives headfirst into the unknown. Beetlejuice? A necessary evil. The afterlife? A more interesting show than this world that bores her to death.

A handyman at heart, a methodical mind trapped in a situation that is completely beyond him. Adam Maitland thought death would give him a bit of rest, but running an effective haunting turns out to be far more complicated than he had expected. Too nice to scare anyone, too stubborn to give up, he tries to apply common sense where there is none. His love for Barbara remains his beacon in this supernatural storm, but faced with intrusive living people and uncontrollable ghosts, he will have to learn that some battles are not won with logic, but with a good dose of improvisation.

Art above all, even when it means imposing a questionable aesthetic on a house that never asked for it. Delia Deetz does not create, she imposes, convinced that her genius is misunderstood and that the world is just waiting for her avant-garde ideas. The house is haunted? A challenge, not a fear. The strange annoys her when it does not align with her vision, and amuses her when she can turn it to her advantage. Her world is a gallery in which she is the centerpiece, and anything that stands in the way is only a passing distraction.

A smile as wide as his incompetence, Bob is the kind of person who always ends up in the wrong place at the wrong time, without ever understanding how. Enthusiastic for no reason, confident with no basis, he charges into the supernatural with the naivety of a tourist who mistakes a haunted house for an amusement park. Nothing stops him, except perhaps an invisible wall he did not see coming or a creature watching him from the shadows with a little too much appetite.