Dragons: Rescue Riders: Huttsgalor Holiday

Yes. First one up.

I bet it's a perfect, sunny day for--

- -

-What? -What is it, Summer?

-Fire? -Slinkwings?

Empty fish barrel?

It... snowed.

You know what that means. It means...

Belly sledding!

- -So much fun!

And fast!

And dizzy!

- - Oh!

Sorry, Burps. Leyla and I are in the middle of a very important--

-Whoa! -Snowball fight!

Okay, guess I'm in it now, too.

Or not.

Speak for yourself.

I can't feel my tongue, but it's worth it.

Burps, that was awesome.

But you're still going down!

-Uh... -I got you, Ley.

Whoa.

So cool, Summer.

That's not what I meant to do.

-Come on, Summer, forget snowballs. -

You can help us finish building Flappy Frost.

That's what I named our snow dragon.

Hey, I wanna help.

Uh... Not what I meant to do either.

Sorry.

Guess neither of us are really cold weather dragons, huh?

Yeah, something like that.

- - What's that?

Still can't feel my tongue.

Okay, better question:

What is that?

People of Huttsgalor!

It's finally here!

Today marks the first day of Odinyule!

Yeah!

-Odin-wha--? -Took the "wha" right out of my mouth.

And what better day for it. The first snowfall of the year.

And a lot more snow than usual, I might add.

Don't you think, Haggis?

Ah. Rescue Riders.

Are you all ready for Odinyule?

Yeah. Totally.

So ready. Pumped.

Real quick, what exactly is Odinyule?

Being raised by dragons,

we don't exactly know about all the fun human holidays.

You've never celebrated Odinyule before?

Well, now that you're in my family, that's about to change.

It's full of great traditions like--

-Odin-Nog? -Huh?

Aye. Odin-Nog.

The official drink of Odinyule.

Odin...

I mean, you might wanna try a wee little less of everything?

Thanks, chief. Good note.

Told you we should've used fresh yak milk, Rocky.

You were going to explain Odinyule.

Oh, right. Odinyule is the Viking holiday of giving.

And ever since I was a wee lad, it's been my favorite time of the year.

We celebrate it over three days, and each day is a wee bit different.

Today is Day One,

where we put up the Odinyule tree and decorate the town.

And Burple, apparently.

Happy Odinyule, Burple.

I love this holiday already.

Looks like everyone here does.

-Even Magnus Finke? -

Happy Odinyule, Magnus.

Odinyule?

I didn't know it was Odinyule.

I'm just here to show off my latest invention.

My woolen sock knitter.

With all this sudden cold weather, they'll keep your feet warm all winter.

Free socks?

Now, that's the true spirit of Odinyule.

They're two gold pieces each.

Okay. That's less in the spirit, but I'll take one.

They come in pairs.

-Ah. -

- -

Huh? I don't think this is my size.

Come on, now.

Odin-- Whoa!

Come on!

No! No! No!

Thanks, Burple.

Wing, let's shut this thing down.

- -

I didn't need your help.

What are you flapping festivity-flunkers doing here anyway?

Didn't you hear Chief Duggard?

Odinyule is a Viking holiday.

Oh, Magnus. Odinyule is for everyone.

In fact, would all of you like to help us finish decorating?

I'm guessing that was a "yes".

H2 on it.

Huh? Oops.

Sorry.

Whoa!

Weird. That wind came out of nowhere.

Now it is time for one last thing.

Putting the presents on the tree.

On the tree?

Of course. It's an Odinyule tradition.

Dak, Leyla. Do you think there's a dragon egg on the tree for me?

A dragon egg?

Yeah. All I want for Odinyule this year is a baby dragon.

A baby dragon.

Probably not this year, Finngard.

But you can fly with me and Winger anytime you want.

-Dak. -Okay, well not on dangerous missions.

-Or rescues or-- -No, no, no.

I just remembered something.

Grumblegard and all the baby dragons on his island.

We should invite them to come to Odinyule, too.

Oh, yeah. That's a great idea, Ley.

I'll come, too.

Uh... One sec.

Just a little case of the jingle bellies.

Jingle belly rock.

Looks like another storm's blowing in. Hopefully it won't be a bad one.

Yeah. It's cold enough around here already.

All right.

Wow. It looks amazing.

I don't even have a joke to make about it.

Wait! I almost forgot.

The Odinyule helmet goes at the very top of the tree.

No problem, chief. Winger and I can take that up for you.

No, no. I've been doing this for years.

Besides, it's tradition.

Is falling and breaking every bone in your body a tradition, too?

- -Uh-oh.

Another storm?

Uh, eeh.

Forget what I said!

Rescue Riders, help!

Save the tree!

Save the presents!

And me, too!

I think we'll have to finish tomorrow, chief.

-The storm's getting worse. -

Much worse!

Everyone, get inside!

Come on, to the Roost!

I hope Leyla, Summer and Burple don't get caught in this storm

on their way to Grumblegard's!

Hey, look. It didn't snow here.

Thank goodness.

All right, tendertails.

Today, we're working on launches and loops.

Ready, set, go!

Tuck in those wings, Heatey.

- -Oh, watch out!

No drooling while you fly, Sizzle.

Always drooling, that one.

That could have gone worse.

Not sure how.

Aww. Ooh.

Grumblegard, we wanted to invite you and the babies

to come to Huttsgalor for Odinyule.

There's presents and Odin-Nog and a wooden tree and snow.

So much snow.

You wouldn't believe what happens to my water blast in the cold.

It freezes.

Yeah, that's pretty much it.

You'd love Odinyule, Grumblegard. It's all about giving.

Giving me a headache, maybe.

I know all about Odinyule,

and there's a reason it rhymes with "fool".