Much to my wife's dismay, she obliged, and believe it or not, I unwrapped him at Christmas with no shame. I felt like a kid again. It was great. I think I did hear her say at one point, 'I can't believe I'm bought a Transformer for my 35 year old husband.' Like I said - no shame. I have a plan for this dude.
As I opened the box, I noticed on the front cover it said '5 years and up.' I thought, shit, I can handle this. I couldn't have been more wrong. As I removed the packaging surrounding Optimus, I pulled out a folded instruction sheet. My eyes widened as I unfolded the sheet, outlining all 27 steps to transform him. 27 steps! It came 'untransformed' as Optimus in character form. So, my goal became to transform him into the semi. My attempt lasted a few hours before I gave up and handed it to my brother.
Could Justin do it? Nope. He gave it a valiant effort though.
Could Amber do it? Nope. Although, she got him farther along than my brother or I did. (Notice the instruction sheet she's holding.)
After even more dismay, my wife, never to back down from a puzzle challenge, decided to try it. 90 minutes later, she got it.
Remember the part where the box read, '5 years and up?' Yeah, how in the world a kid is supposed to be able to handle this, let alone a whole series of these things is beyond me. It took 4 grown adults to transform one toy. I'd hate to see what Megatron is like. Mean little bastard.
Now I'm afraid to try re-transforming him. Could be another whole day shot. I know these things weren't that complicated when I was a kid. I know it.