They are leggings-esque. They might be bootaloons. And the tiny holes remind me of nothing so much as a Lite Brite before the party starts. But my mental picture was SO MUCH WORSE that it’s hard for me to adjust and react to this as if I’m seeing this untainted. Also, if the pants come with a packet of colored pegs and Blake’s hair plugs into the wall and lights them up, well, I’m getting a pair tomorrow.