Skylanders Academy

Yes!

Hello, I'm that narrator you hear in every movie,

TV show, commercial, and mobile phone traffic app.

Today, I want to welcome you to a special place.

A place called...

Skylands.

Aw, an itsy-bitsy baby dragon.

I love baby dragons.

-Especially medium-rare ones. -

Get him, boys!

Ooh, I like my dragon meat smoky.

Come on, little fella, do it again.

My face! My ugly face!

You win.

Oh, yeah! Spyro wins!

- -Hello, little one.

I mean you no harm.

- -You must be hungry.

Barely-touched corn dog?

You are special, little dragon.

Very special indeed.

Our story begins here at Skylander Academy,

the training grounds where cadets learn

how to defend the Skylands against all evil.

Pardon me, coming through!

A very important assistant with a very important pack... Ow!

What in the...

Sheep! Everyone, cower for your lives!

Hugo, chill. They're harmless.

They are not harmless.

They are harmful. They are literally full of harm!

- -

Did you see that? Oh, tell me you all saw that!

Dude, seek help.

I don't mean one therapist. You need a team.

Yo, what's happening, cadets?

First-years, right?

Yeah, yep, yep, yep, just like me four years ago.

Well, not exactly like me.

There's only one Spyro.

-Oh! Can I get a selfie with you? -Totally.

-I'm not even in it. -You're welcome.

If you're all done with the Spyro Show,

can we get back to our game of sheep ball?

Relax, Eruptor.

I'm just giving these cadets a little memento.

Nobody wants a shot of your butt.

Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!

I think you may owe my butt an apology.

I got this.

- -Hey!

-What're you doing, Stealth Elf? -I'm doing this.

-And then some of this. - Those... things...

are... all... very similar!

Can we please get back to the game now, oh, Spyro the Great?

Somebody sure is grumpy.

Did you wake up on the wrong side of the volcano this morning, big guy?

I am not grumpy!

That's grumpy.

Guys, guys, knock it off. We're on the same team, remember?

Now, grow up and let's get back to throwing sheep at each other.

Looks like you two just got saved by the class bell.

So you're forfeiting.

-No way! -We're just saying you're making us late!

Us?

Aw, magma!

Whoo! Wow!

Spyro wins again!

Mmm.

-I saw that! -

Cutting it pretty close for your final class, Miss Elf.

- -

You think anyone noticed me?

I guess your friend Spyro had better things to...

And I'm here.

Let's do this, JV.

That's Professor Jet-Vac! And you're late. Again!

You do realize that once you become a Skylander,

you can't just get by on raw talent!

You have to work hard and be an equal part of your team!

I'm getting my own team? I'll call it Team Spyro.

Or just, you know what? Just Spyro, for brevity.

Class, Spyro here thinks his actions don't affect others.

But to show him how truly wrong he is...

Pop quiz!

This is all your fault, Spyro!

Hey, hey, it's not always about me.

All right, so one last pop quiz. Big whoop.

I got this!

- Enter. -

Sir, I have your package.

And His Awesomeness Spyro is also waiting outside as you requested.

Go easy on the lad, Hugo.

It's not easy growing up an orphan.

We are the closest thing he has to family, you know.

- Ah, my main man! -

-Master Eon! -Have a seat.

Can you explain your performance on this air studies quiz, Spyro?

I can, but it won't be a good explanation.

What?

I passed?

You passed... barely.

Yeah, but I passed.

You didn't need that other word, because I passed.

"Barely" is a little judgmental.

Spyro, you're on the verge of becoming a Skylander.

Do you know what that means?

I should start my own fan club?

You're missing the point.

You'll soon be part of something much bigger than just yourself.

Right, Master, of course.

So you mean I should get someone to run my fan club for me.

So I'm gonna need headshots, right?

And... Ooh! I should start practicing my autograph.

Come, let me show you something.

So, it's a bookshelf.

That's not what I want to show you.

Facial hair identified.

Welcome, Master Eon.

Behold, the most precious relics of all the Skylands.

Whoa. Whoa! The Giants! SWAP Force!

The Imaginators!

A random candy cane!

Oh, there it is.

And The Book of Skylanders!

Can I touch it?

- -

A simple "no" would have sufficed!

- - Never gets old.

Upon graduation, every Skylander is expertly drawn

in this book by yours truly.

I've been looking forward to inscribing you

since I found you as a hatchling.

You came into the world fending for yourself,

a born fighter.

- -

I had a feeling deep in my beard that you were destined for greatness.

But then, after you took the academy admission test

and received the highest score ever...

Anyway, I've been telling you since you were born how gifted you are,

for better or worse it seems,

and despite your cockiness, immaturity, and brazen disregard for fire safety...

Oh, and other kinds of safety.

You see, this is what I'm talking about!

Ah, I can't help but blame myself for over-indulging you

and filling your head with grandiose notions, Spyro.

I can't help but blame you either,

but I'm totally willing to forgive you for it...

this time.

I feel perhaps I created a monster

by nurturing your confidence and talents all these years.

Well, I am a dragon, so...

I'm talking about your unbridled ego!

Now you must stop putting yourself first.

Put your ego aside and start applying yourself fully.

Can you do this, Spyro?

Of course, I can! I'm the greatest!

Hey, your words, not mine.

Now, I suggest you go home and rest up for the Skylander Games tomorrow.

It is your final test, Spyro.

And this time, barely passing will not be good enough.

And I suggest you get ready to draw my handsome mug in that book.

This isn't just about flattering portraits drawn by my skilled hand, Spyro.

It's about keeping the balance in Skylands.

Your role as a member of the Skylanders

is to be an agent of peace and harmony in our world

by defending it against foes that hunger for anarchy...

- -...loss, and eternal darkness.

Threats that seem to be growing in number and power with each passing day, I fear.

And of all the villains we face, none is more committed to the cause

of destroying our peaceful way of life than...

Kaos!

I'm down here, Glumshanks, in the plotting chamber.

I brought your scalding hot beverage, as requested.

Excellent!

Well tossed, sir.

Well, you seem to be in a particularly evil mood today.

Ooh, thank you for noticing!

Yes, it's been a productive day so far.

For instance, I just finished burying a prisoner alive to get him to talk.

How will you know when he's ready to talk?

Eh?

Guess what else I did, Glumshanks?