Ha HA! Welcome, welcome, my family! I'm so glad you could all be here to share this year's Frost Festival joy with me!
Huh? You told me and Melvin that Mom was calling a meeting to discuss our yearly allowance...
And you told ME you were going to teach me how to exponentially increase my bicep size. And why is HEINRICH here, Dunky?!
Well, Duncan told me he'd meet me here for a LMAB convention. You know, Lonely Men and Boys--
And I was told we were FINALLY going to plan our second conquest, but I suppose I can never count on my useless children for anything!
Now, now. We're all BASICALLY family. And it's natural for family to be together during the Frost Festival. We're all gonna get along, OR DIE TRYING.
Here we are: Twinkle Island. Site of Frostytoes Peak, and the Summit Star waiting above! Now we make the traditional Dragolandian pilgrimage to the mountaintop...
...where we'll make a wish, together, as a family! Everybody BETTER make a good one!
Here, Mother, do you need help getting out of the boat?
I don't need any help from anybody, whelp. Out of my way -- I'll leap out of this boat quicker than you can say "mommy"!
Well, this is going smoothly already.
STAND BACK, MOTHER! I'll vanquish this terrible beast and clear the way for you!
Oh, come off it, you big baby. Can't you see this Sweater Dragon is just a hatchling?
Perhaps Melvin has a point, though -- this particular youngster looks like it's got plenty of spunk! Why don't we entertain it?
What a battle! I dedicate this song to you, young one: It's called "The Tiny Terror of Twinkle Island," and it goes like this--!
Hold on, there's something wrong with this hatchling! I think it's lost its parent...
L-lost? You mean like...?!
No! Its parent is still alive! In fact, it's somewhere on this mountain; I'm sure of it.
Do NOT tell me the most feared Viking family in the seven seas is about to do a good deed!
The Sweater Dragon has led us forward. And good thing, too. I have NO idea where I'm going, but at least I trust my heart!
*sigh* I'm surrounded by fools. But, Eliza, how did you know the Sweater Dragon was searching for its parent?
That's a story for another dysfunctional family gathering...
This is... Gustyvale Village, if I'm not mistaken. It seems it's barely changed over the years. I used to visit family here for the holidays...
Really? The thought of you spending time in such a cheery place is almost eerie.
It was nothing of the sort! No, wait, "eerie" was the nickname I earned from flirting with all the village maidens! Ah, memories.
You hear that, Sweater Dragon? You just do your best to avoid growing up into a person like Heinrich, okay?
Behold! A dragon native to this frosty clime -- and it wants to greet us!
It wants nothing of the sort, fool! The Avalanche Dragon is trying to get us off of its land!
A sign of rocky times ahead, no doubt...
Now we continue, unobstructed! That Avalanche Dragon was out of luck-ted!
Cripes! Lyric skills like THAT are why you gave up a promising conqueror career?
... Sticks and stones, mother.
Goodbye, Gustyvale Village! Perhaps if I declare, before BOTH of my exes, that I'm ready to reform, you'll welcome me back!
We NEVER DATED!
WHY did you invite him, Dunky?
Because ALL ALLIES ARE FAMILY! Even little tagalong dragons, right? We must stick together to get this hatchling to safety!
Is this Twinkle Village? It's pretty... All the families look so happy, getting ready for the Frost Festival together...
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Why so quiet, family? Let's hustle and search for the Sweater Dragon's parent!
A Tundra Dragon... They live in tight-knit groups and attack anyone who threatens the peace.
Since when do you know oh-so-much about dragons? If only you applied that knowledge to finding a husband!
What? Eliza's still single?
ARGH! Shut up and help fight off these dragons, or I'm leaving!
Y-yeah! We must come together to persevere -- just like the Tundra Dragons!
Well, that was taxing. But why do these dragons see us as enemies? Don't they know we're trying to do something good?
Perhaps they distrust us because of the whole, um... invasion... thing.
Good point.
Come on, hurry; the Sweater Dragon is leading us this way!
Do you think perhaps the dragons of this island are testing us to see if we are worthy of looking after this hatchling?
That was shockingly thoughtful, Mother. Weirder still, I think you might even be correct...
Ah, the infamous Cracklecrunch Lake... where it appears the populace has thrown all its unwanted presents...
This is RIFE with metaphor! Let me get out my inspiration notebook...
You carry one, too? I'm always taking notes for new scent-ual experiences to concoct.
You two are supposed to be WARRIORS! What's with the scrapbooks?!
Please, Eliza. We're CREATIVE warriors, and there's nothing wrong with that, unless you're a certain overbearing mother!
Aww, look! The Sweater Dragon is trying to lick the ice...
AHH! Its tongue got stuck... to a Cherry Ice Dragon! FEAR NOT, YOUNG WARRIOR! WE WILL MAKE THIS DRAGON SORRIER!
Does it taste like cherry? Actually, does it SMELL like cherry? Either way, this is going in my scent book.
The Cherry Ice Dragon let us leave without much trouble. Perhaps my useless children CAN still hold their own in battle...
And the Sweater Dragon is safe! It's just a little cold... so thank goodness for that sweater.
You're awfully sweet on that little dragon, Melvin. I've only ever seen you like this with Mother.
Yes, well... Mother's almost like a dragon herself, isn't she?
(Call it wishful thinking, but I think perhaps this family reunion is taking a turn for the better.)
(And it's a good thing, too -- because I was going to start throwing them into the lake if they didn't stop bickering!)
Hey, you lunkhead of a son, what are you doing whispering to the Sweater Dragon? We've got a mountain to climb and these old bones aren't getting any warmer!
(I spoke too soon... but I will NOT GIVE IN!)
*grunt* Ugh, do people really come all the way up here for some backwoods holiday superstition?
Well, no. Only the bravest do, apparently. In fact, when we were very young, my cousin--
WHAT?! If this arduous hike is not absolutely necessary, I DEMAND you take me to a warm hearth and serve me hot chocolate grog!
Come on now, Mother -- are we not the bravest, strongest family who ever conquered the seven seas?! We DESERVE to reach the summit!
FINE, fine. We'll carry on. But only if we get to gloat about it to our rivals and enemies.
*gasp* Is that a Frost Fairy Dragon?! Legends say it grants holiday wishes!
I wish Mother loved me!
I wish your mother loved me!
UGH! Shut your sniveling traps! We have a more pressing wish -- to conquer all of--!
Eh? Aren't we wishing for the baby Sweater Dragon to find its parent?
Looks like the Frost Fairy Dragon had to test us before granting our wish-- OH, why didn't I wish to get rid of my body odor?!
The dragon is pointing toward the summit! That must be where our young charge's parent awaits us. What a coincidence!
I guess we're going to the top, Sweater Dragon. I liked your wish better, anyways...
Are you cold, little Sweater Dragon? I suppose if you settle down I can button you into my coat.
Huh? But it was my turn to hold the Sweater Dragon!
No, it was Eliza's turn.
I-it's okay... The hatchling can go where it pleases...!
*chuckle* We're almost at the summit, everyone. If we go this way, we'll get there in no time.
Whoa... is that the Summit Star way up there? I've never seen anything like it...!
Mmm, smell that air! The brisk wind blows away every hint of my B.O.! I could really get used to this!
The Sweater Dragon is getting excited... I bet its parent is searching for it somewhere around here.
AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
GRRAAAHHH!!! Ugh! Why are you screaming?! And since when did you have perfect pitch?!
It's the Sweater Dragon's parent! We've tracked it down at last, but it wants to fight us...!
It must think we kidnapped its child. It won't listen to reason until we STOP YELLING and battle it.
Do you understand now, Sweater Dragon? My family and I have been escorting your child to safety.
What's with this dragon? It's still so persistent! Doesn't it realize we've done the right thing? Or... did we mess up?
That's not it... Errm, it seems like both parent and child want to accompany us to the Summit Star... as a family.
(I've done it! My greatest conquest yet: my family's hearts!)
We made it to the Summit Star! Now, I'd like to treat you all to a power ballad I'll be freestyling about our journey today--
BEFORE you do that, let us wish on the danged thing, Dunky. You made us come all the way up here, after all!
Uh, let's not say our wishes out loud though. They'll only come true if we keep them in our hearts!
My brother, the poet... But Melvin's right. Let's quietly -- for once -- make those wishes.
Very well, everybody QUIETLY wish on 1... 2... 3...
(I-I wish that Arya and I could--)
Shhh!