The Knight Before Christmas

- Perfect weather for the ride. - Indeed.

Good soft wind.

- My lady. - My ladies.

You happen to know the name of the hawk today?

I believe it's Gwenfolt.

- So not Cedric or Hodgins? - No, I don't think so. Why?

I have a plan.

Hear ye! Lords and ladies!

Gather round for the anual Christmas hawiking competition.

And the brave knights and squires taking part...

Sir Aldrus Drake of Weston.

Blake Keeton of Glencroft.

Dalton Hurst of Conifer.

Sir Marlowe Wallach of Witchbain.

Sir Spalding Ramsey of Parrow.

Geoffrey Lyons of Norwich.

And Sir Cole Lyons of Norwich.

Behold His Majesty King Edward III's royal falconer.

May the best tracker return with the biggest prize.

Brother. Geoffrey.

Come here. I have a plan.

I'm afraid the only way to be the victor is to divide and conquer.

I'll flank west to capture the hawk.

I shall attack from the east.

- I'll meet you at the town. - Indeed.

- Haa! - Haa!

You've always been an A student, Paige.

Which is why your midterm results have me a bit perplexed.

What happened?

Grayson broke up with me.

I thought he was my one true love, my prince.

But instead, he turned out just to be a frog?

There's seems to almost be an epidemic

of those types around here lately.

Honey.

You know,

we all grow up fantasizing about being a princess, and...

finding true love with a knight in shining armor,

and living happily ever after.

But the thing is...

that's all it is.

A fantasy.

Now, I know it hurts and sucks right now,

and I'm so sorry, but just know it will pass.

I promise.

In the meantime, let's not let this guy mess up your near-perfect GPA.

Okay?

You... You're right.

Thanks, Miss Winters.

Bring it in.

Hey, Mads, what's up?

Brooke, I need a favor. Happy holidays.

My store is swamped and Evan is out of town working on a trial.

And I promised Claire that I'd take her to the opening night of the Christmas Castle.

Don't worry, I'll pick her up and we'll head over.

Oh. You're the best. Thank you, sis.

We'll see you soon.

Hello.

This is no time to be outside without shelter.

You are a handsome young knight.

Pray you help one as beauteous as myself?

Sir Cole Christopher Frederick Lyons, at your service.

Where are you headed?

Back to the castle, as it seems time for me to give up the hunt.

I can take you as far if you like.

Your younger brother, Geoffrey, is to be knighted this Christmas Day.

Isn't that so?

He is.

We must get you out of the cold. You can ride my horse. I'll lead the way.

Because of your kindness, I'll tell you this.

The quest you have searched for long and hard, these many years,

begins this day.

You shall travel to faraway lands,

see things undreamed of.

Flying steel dragons and horses, magic boxes that make merry.

Is that so? Where exactly would this quest lead me?

Your destiny. To fulfill your dream.

And become a true knight.

Me thinks you've spent too long in the cold. Better get you to shelter.

Heed this warning.

If you fail to fulfill your quest before midnight on Christmas Eve,

you shall never become a true knight.

Old Crone?

Sherwyn.

Where's your master?

Sherwyn, where's Cole?

Merry Christmas!

Sherwyn.

- How is it? - It's really good.

Yeah? You're gonna brush your teeth later?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

- Okay. - My mom never lets me eat these.

Oh. Well, that's why aunts were invented.

So, what are you asking Santa for this year?

A puppy.

- A puppy? - Yup.

Can we take a selfie?

Prithee, what might that be, my ladies?

Thank you.

Oh, hey, David.

The kids look pretty excited to see Santa.

Yeah. They sure are.

Come on.

Hey. Happy Christmas.

What would like for Christmas this year, young man?

- A new bike. - A new bike.

We'll see what we can do. Won't we, Mrs. Claus?

- Well, you have a very merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas.

Happy Christmas.

You, come on up. There you go.

Hey, Santa.

What's wrong?

Just someone I wish would've moved to the North Pole,

so I never have to see his face again.

Your ex-boyfriend? James?

Yep, that's the one.

Maybe I should remind Santa to fill his stocking with coal this year.

That'd show him.

Okay, look, it's your turn. Go ahead.

Come on.

Hey. Oh, aren't you precious?

What would you like for Christmas this year, young lady?

A real puppy. Not a stuffed animal this time.

Oh. Mrs. Claus and I will take it under advisement.

Oh, and one more thing.

Can you bring my Aunt Brooke a new boyfriend?

Someone really nice, who won't cheat on her.

Oh, no.

Well, it's Christmas, my dear.

If you believe, anything's possible.

- There you go, sweet. - Merry Christmas.

Well,

now that we got that checked off our list, what do you say

- we get some hot chocolate? - Yeah.

Crone.

Begging your pardon, my lady.

That's so strange.

A flying steel dragon.

I'm so sorry. I...

- What is this delicious mead? - It's hot chocolate. Let me help.

I'm really so sorry.

It's... No harm done.

That's a very impressive armor.

Very authentic.

Brooke. Look. Mom's here.

Oh. Hum.

Well, Merry Christmas.

Indeed.

Glad you finally made it.

Claire tell you she saw Santa?

Yeah. I told them I want a puppy.

Yeah, well, good luck with that. Dogs are a lot of work.

You know, it has been proven that kids who grow up with pets

are happier, healthier and have stronger emotional intelligence.

See?

Yeah. Hi. You're supposed to be on my side, remember?

Just saying.

Yeah, so...

who's the steel-cut hottie you were talking to?

I don't know. He must be one of the performers here.

Well, I think we should get going.

WBRO, Bracebridge weather warning.

We're expecting heavy snow tonight...

This is ridiculous.

It's like diving through an avalanche.

City plows will be out in force...

Egads!

Oh, my God. Are you okay?

I'm so sorry, I couldn't see anything.

Are... Are you hurt? What can I do?

Fear not.

I've been thrown much further by much faster horses than your steel steed.

My lady, tell me.

What village is this?

Bracebridge.

Where?

Ohio?

So, I'm not in England?

Officer Stevens. Thank God.

I was just about to call 911.

What seems to be the trouble?

Well, I was driving along and could barely see anything,

and next thing I know, this guy's standing in the middle of the road.

I think he hit his head.

Are you all right? What's your name?

Sir Cole Lyons. From Norwich.

And you?

Officer Stevens.

You haven't happened to see my horse?

Sherwyn.

Sherwyn.

I'll tell you what...

why don't you sit in the back of my...

steel horse, and I'll help you find him?

That's quite kind of you, officer.

You good? Awesome.

I'm taking him

- to the hospital to get checked out. - Okay, good thing.

I'll meet you there. - Okay.

- How is he? - Not a scratch on him.