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(light music)

(sleigh chimes)

(light music continues)

(sleigh chimes)

- We're reindeer we're not horses,

we're Santa's Flying Forces, ho ho!

(energetic music)

(Lili laughing)

- [Niko] Look at her go. - Yay!

- [Niko] Lili, The Flying Reindeer Girl.

- [Jonni] Hey, what about me?

- Lili, The Flying Reindeer Girl

and her brother, Jonni, The Flying Reindeer Boy.

Be impressed, be amazed, be careful.

- Niko, what did I say about doing the Towering Trio?

- I think it was do it?

- I said don't do it.

- Ah. I was so close.

- Yay!

- Come on, Julius, you worry too much.

- Ah!

- Oh, no. - Niko, watch out!

- Yay! I'm flying.

- Yeah! - Again. Niko, again!

- Absolutely not. - Let's do something else.

How about the Daring Downhill?

- Yeah!

- I love the Daring Downhill.

- Niko, you tell them to stop that right now.

- Yeah! - Yay!

- Last one on the lake is a horse!

- I can beat you two with my eyes closed.

- Niko! Ah, no.

(Niko grunts)

- Niko is a horse, Niko is a horse!

- Don't be too sure about that.

- Oh. Oh, oh. (laughing)

(squeals) I'm flying.

(Julius screams)

- Whoa!

- Oh no!

- (Lili laughing) - No.

- Look.

It's the Flying Forces.

Cool.

- Hello. You seen Niko, kids?

(Niko grunting)

- We were racing and I won and Lili came second.

And Niko... (Niko screaming)

(energetic music)

- Dad?

(snow thuds)

- Ah, did we catch you at a bad time?

- (grunts) No, no, no. I was just babysitting.

- Niko, are you sure you're ready

to start your Flying Forces training?

- What? - Of course he's ready.

- I'll be the best junior pilot ever, sir.

- That race is just the kind of reckless behavior

that tells me Niko is anything but ready.

- If Dad says I'm ready, then I am ready.

- Now, don't be childish.

Hey, I'm not done talking.

- Well, I'm done listening. And I'm not a kid anymore.

- Nonsense.

- Hmm.

(Julius grunts)

- Mom. (whimpers)

- Huh?

- Well, I'm not a big fan of goodbyes. So long, kid.

- Goodbye.

- Bye, Niko.

- I'll visit as often as I can. Okay?

(Niko's dad clears his throat)

- Sorry, Niko.

The ancient rules state that during the first year

of Junior Flying Forces training,

you're not allowed to visit home.

- What?

But, but I'll see them at Christmas, right?

Even if it's just a flying visit, right?

- Yeah, well, the thing is, Christmas is kind

of a busy time for us,

what with it being Christmas and everything.

- You mean,

I'll never be home for Christmas again?

- Oh, no.

- You're only telling Niko this now?

- Hey, I've been busy.

Being in the Flying Forces is tough.

There's the training, the sleigh flying.

- The partying.

- Someone say party? - Party.

- [Flying Forces] Party! (cheering)

- Settle down guys.

Settle down. What partying? (laughs nervously)

- Niko, we need to talk.

Joining the Flying Forces is not for everyone, Niko.

Your father's right about one thing. It's tough.

Their whole lives revolve around training

and flying that sleigh.

- I'm, I'm tough.

- I know you are, but you're also helpful and kind.

And your younger brother

and little sister love having you around.

We all do, Niko.

We're just saying, why not wait a few years?

- [Jonni and Lili] Yeah!

(Lili giggling)

- After all, you're still just a kid.

- I'm not a kid anymore, mom.

Why does everyone keep saying that?

Dad is the only one who believes in me.

- We'll take good care of him.

I won't let him outta my sight.

Eh, Niko?

Come on, son. Time to go.

- I can't go without saying goodbye to Julius. He's family.

- He'll understand. - Besides,

we're your family now, son.

- Dad, weren't you always my family?

- That's the spirit. Now let's move.

(sleigh chimes)

Hey, don't worry. It'll be great, son.

- Yeah, dad. It'll be the best.

(triumphant music)

- Mom.

Will Niko ever be at home with me for Christmas again?

- I don't know, Lili. I don't know.

- Niko, if you've come to say goodbye, I'm done listening.

- You didn't say goodbye to Niko?

- He's gone? But we didn't say goodbye.

- Let me guess, you're fighting again?

- No.

Well, I might have told him he wasn't ready

to join the Flying Forces.

- I get it. You're upset.

Goodbyes are hard.

You two are real close.

- Real close? I raised that boy like he was my own son.

He's not ready to leave the herd.

- If you're worried, why not tag

along and keep an eye on him?

- Huh, oh, what's that point?

He as good as told me he doesn't need me anymore.

- (sighs) Fine. You stay here and feel sorry for yourself.

I'm going.

- So, it's just you and me, buddy.

Just you and me.

(snow thuds) (Julius screams)

Uh, Wilma! Wait for me!

(energetic music)

- [Flying Forces] We're not horses,

we're Santa's Flying Forces, ho ho!

- Troops, nose dive.

(energetic music)

- Wow, it's so great to be back.

- So, are you ready for the ceremony?

- What ceremony?

(reindeer humming)

- Niko, do you solemnly swear

that from this day forward you will commit your life

to the Flying Forces?

- Yeah. - Definitely.

- Just say I do.

- I do. Definitely.

- Do you swear that nothing is more important

to you than the Christmas mission?

- Abso...

I do.

(Niko gasps)

- With the power vested in me, in accordance

with our Flying Forces constitution,

I hereby declare you,

Niko, a full Junior member of the-

- Stop!

Stop right there.

- Whoa. Who are you?

My name's Stella.

And I'm here to claim my right

to challenge for a place on the Flying Forces.

- Huh? - Who is she?

- Where did she come from?

- Nice try, Elsa.

But you're too late. Niko's already got the job.

- Not according to your rules.

And my name's not Elsa. It's-

- Stacey?

No, no. Wait, Bella.

- Nah. I'm thinking it's more of a Helen.

- She's right.

The ancient rules clearly state only one

reindeer at a time can become a member of the forces.

However, any

and all flying reindeer can challenge for that place.

- So, racing trials. - Race, yeah!

(group exclaiming)

- Don't the rules also state

that any challenger must prove themselves worthy

to take the test?

- Bring it on. (grunts)

- Oh.

Oh.

- Ha, ha, ha! (grunting)

Ow. (grunts)

You still think I'm not worthy?

(group exclaiming)

- [Reindeer] Super fast, eh? - [Reindeer] Wow.

- Are you okay?

- Of course I'm okay.

- Stella, right?

- So, I'm-

- I know who you are, Niko, son of the famous Prancer.

The hero.

- Eh?

- What is her problem?

(dramatic music)

- In accordance with the ancient rules,

the contestants will undergo three trials to decide

who will be accepted as a junior member

of the Flying Forces.

Are the contestants ready?

- Ready.

- I do.

What? No, I mean I'm, I'm ready.

Definitely.

- You got this, Son.

Keep your head low and pull your hooves in.

- Thanks, dad. - The first trial,

go get the practice presents from the Roaring River

and place them back here.

Whoever's fastest wins.

Contestants, take your positions.

On your marks.

Get set.

- Niko! Niko! Niko!

- Dad.

- What?

- May I remind you that all members

of the Flying Forces must remain strictly impartial?

- Sorry.

(Stella laughs)

- Now, where was I?

Oh yeah. Go!

(energetic music)

(both grunting)

- You gettin' tired already?

- No, never. - Huh.

You don't stand a chance. (grunts)

(both grunting)

(energetic music continues)

Ha!

(ice thuds)

(Niko grunting)

(Stella grunting)

(wood thuds)

(Stella screaming)

(sleighs thud)

(Stella grunting)

(both panting)

- You okay?

- Why did you come back? You could have won.

- Yeah, but that wouldn't have been fair.

- Fair? What do you know about fair?

- I just saved your life. What's not fair about that?

(energetic music)

- Look, she's leading.

- Push, Niko. Push, darn it!

Push, darn it!

(energetic music)

(both grunting)

- Yes, Niko, you won!

- The winner of the first trial, by a hare's breath,

is Stella.

- Yes! I won.

- Nice one, Stella. - Thanks.

- Respect, girl.

- You go.

- [Stella] Thank you.

- She's really good.

- Yeah. And if you lose the next race, you're out.

Time to get serious, Niko.

- Huh. That was easy.

I almost felt sorry for the kid.

- Huh?

- Time to get serious.

- The second trial is a real challenge.

You must both fly beyond the northern lights.

- The northern lights?

- Oh, what's the matter? Never flown that high?

- Sure I have.

I was, I was just worried about you.

- Good. You should be.

- You will each bring back a practice present

and drop it into your sleigh.

First one back is the winner. But be careful.

Never ever open your eyes inside the northern lights.

You might not like what you see.

- Yeah. Weird things, like boo.

- Turn back right after you collect your presents.

If you drift too far out, well...

(reindeer shiver)

You might not make it back.

- Psst. Your whole future's riding on this, Niko.

You have to win.

- I'll, I'll do my best, dad.

- On your marks. Get set.

Go!

- Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

(Dasher clears his throat)

Oops.

(energetic music)

(Niko grunting)

- You ain't seeing nothing yet.

(Niko grunting)

- Wow. Incredible.

- Give up. This is not for little kids.

- Little kids?

(Niko grunting)

(dramatic music)

- Careful. You're drifting out too far.

- (gasping) I don't need your advice.

(ethereal music)

- [Lili] Niko, Niko.

- Oh no!

(Niko grunting)

(Lili and Jonni laughing)

- Guys. What's going on?

- Huh?

- Playing little kids games again, huh?

You think you're tough enough for the Flying Forces?

You have to win, Niko.

Only then can you be like me.

- Dad?

Dad? - What?

- Jonni! Lili?

Anyone?

- Lost without your daddy, little hero?

- Is anybody there? Dad?

(Stella sighs)

(dramatic music)

Dad?

Dad?

- This way, Niko.

- Huh? Oh no!

Ah!

- Wakey, wakey.

Now we're even.

- But, you could have won.

- Oh, I'm still gonna win.

- Not at that speed, you won't.

- No! Wait!

(energetic music)

- Ow, ow! (blowing)

- First rule of high altitude flying,

slow down on the descent or you'll burn up.

- Thanks. I didn't know.

- There's a lot you don't know.

(energetic music)

(both grunting)

- Come on, Niko. Nearly there.

Come on, son! You can do it.

Niko! Niko! Niko!

(presents thud)

Back of the net.

Yes. Well done!

Both of you.

- The winner of the second trial is Niko.

- Check it out. Who's the daddy?

Yeah, who's the daddy? Yeah.

Who's the daddy? Yeah, me! (laughs nervously)

- The final race will take place

first thing tomorrow morning.

- Great flying.

- Well done, Niko. (reindeer exclaiming)

- Come on, champ.

(upbeat music)

- So when you all joined the forces, did you have

to take part in the trials too?

- Oh yeah. Most of us.

- During my speed trial, I got so lost in fog,

I ran straight into old Tobias

and almost knocked his antlers off. (laughing)

- Oh dear. - What was

your trial like, dad?

- Oh, tough.

Competition was fierce. Heck of a fly.

- What was your secret?

- What do you mean, my secret?

- How did you win?

- Oh, right.

There's only one rule. Just focus on yourself.

- I can do that.

Just focus on yourself.

Focus on yourself. Focus on, Stella?

- What do you want?

- You know, it's a lot warmer inside.

- Warmth is for weaklings.

I come from a place much colder than this.

- Oh, thanks for earlier. How's the hoof?

- Ready to fly rings around your hairy hide. See?

So, what are you doing up?

The final trial is first thing in the morning.

- Couldn't sleep.

- Me neither.

- Hey, wanna come for a night flight? I can show you around.

I mean, if you want to. If you don't, that's cool.

In fact, it's probably a bad idea. Yeah, sorry.

I'll just...

Huh? - Come on then.

Show me around.

Down there, that's the secret entrance to Santa's Fell,

where the wolves invaded and then-

- Ugh. Everybody knows that story.

- Yeah, I guess. What about you?

What's your story?

- Oh, it's nothing special.

- Did you always want to be in the Flying Forces?

- Ever since I was little, it's been my dream to fly

Santa's sleigh.

I've been training so long for this,

I thought I couldn't be beaten.

Now I'm not so sure.

- Was that a compliment?

- I'm serious, Niko.

I might be going home

without ever even seeing Santa's sleigh.

- Hey, I could show you the sleigh right now.

- Really? You'd do that for me?

Isn't it against the almighty ancient rules?

- Then we better not get caught.

(doors creak)

(Stella gasps)

- Wow.

(reindeer snoring)

Oh. - Shh.

(bells ring) (Niko gasps)

(Stella screams)

- We're Santa's...

- [All] Flying Forces, ho ho!

(reindeer snoring)

- That was... - Weird.

(both giggling)

They have to be opened in just the right order.

My dad showed me how.

- Oh.

(levers clicking)

Wow.

(something thuds)

(mechanism clicking)

- This way. - Huh?

(triumphant music)

(Stella gasps)

It's, it's beautiful.

- This is what it's all about.

(Stella sighs) - Huh?

What's the matter?

- Oh, it's nothing.

- Come on. You better leave.

(Niko grunts)

- Niko?

- Yeah? - Thank you.

(calm music)

(doors thud)

(alarm blares)

- Huh? - Whoa.

- What is that? - Is it Christmas already?

- Oh man. There goes my beauty sleep.

- It's coming from the sleigh room.

- Ouch.

(group exclaiming)

- [Reindeer] What is it? Ugh.

- [Dasher] Donner, Cupid, Check the entrance doors.

Comet, secure the area. - We're already out, sir.

- Prancer, turn off the alarm.

- Oh boy. - What is this?

- It's gone!

- But where's the sleigh?

- No signs of a break-in.

(sniffs) The thief must have known the code for the door.

- But, no one apart from us knows that code.

- Ugh.

- Put me down, you big oaf.

- I found these two snooping around.

Tell 'em what you told me.

- Well, we saw that sleigh of yours leaving in a real hurry.

- Did you see who was flying it?

- Some reindeer kid.

- No, it can't be.

- Can't be what?

- Last night I, I showed the sleigh to Stella.

- You did what? - Huh?

- I was just trying to be friendly.

- So, you risked Christmas for that?

- You swore nothing was more important

to you than the mission.

- Well now, now not easy there. He's only a kid.

- Troops, without the sleigh, there is no mission.

Without the mission, there is no Christmas.

Vixen, Blitzen, Donner, you take South.

Cupid, Comet, Dancer, west.

Prancer and I will go east.

- Why, what about the Northern Territory?

- The eternal sea?

There's nothing there, only ice and more ice.

No reindeer could survive the cold up there. Where was I?

Oh yeah. Go!

(energetic music)

- Wait. Let me come, I can help.

- No way. I trusted you, Niko.

You need to have a long, hard, think about this.

You're grounded Niko. You hear me?

(dramatic music)

- What have I done?

- Cheer up, Niko.

They have all day to find the sleigh

before the Christmas flight.

- Hang on.

Stella said it was much colder where she comes from.

The only place colder than here is up north.

- The Flying Forces are looking in the wrong directions?

- You heard Dasher.

There's nothing up north, but ice and more ice.

Exactly.

If I could get the sleigh back,

they'd have to give me another chance.

Right?

- I like where this is going.

- This isn't going anywhere. And neither are you. (screams)

(energetic music)

- Alright.

(ominous music)

- Whoa. - She made it

(sleigh bells ring)

(Stella grunts)

(sleigh thuds)

- Dad, should we maybe...

(Stella grunting)

(hooves thud)

I'm on it, dad!

Whoa, whoa!

- Finally, after all these years,

you've done us proud, Stella.

You took their sleigh, but not

before beating them at their own game.

- I didn't win the trial, father.

(snow crackles)

- I told you, Little Miss Perfect would mess it up.

- And those trials are for cheats and snakes.

Why should we play by their rules?

- You said you wanted your chance to pull the sleigh.

So, here it is.

- All in good time. There's been a change of plan.

- What? What change of plan?

- You just brought me the best present ever.

- But...

Uh... - Well done, Stella.

- What about Christmas? Father?

(energetic music)

Oh, why?

- Come on, Julius.

Just be happy to be on a little excursion with us.

- Little excursion?

Firstly, we have no idea where we're actually going.

Secondly, hypothermia.

Or we could just get lost over the ice cold sea.

And have you ever come face to face

with a real actual wolverine or-

- Let's just stay quiet and enjoy the scenery, eh?

(Niko whooshes)

- May I ask just one question?

How can we ever hope to just find the sleigh?

It's not like it leaves tracks in the air.

- Look, tracks! - Oh!

- They could be from the sleigh.

- Over there. Hoof prints.

Maybe Stella landed here and then walked towards this tree

and her feet swelled up.

I'm thinking cold allergies.

- No, someone else was here, too.

- Yeah, that would also make sense.

- [Lala] Look out below! - Huh?

(grunts) Got her.

Are you alright?

- Oh, sure.

Don't worry about us. - Us?

- Here I come. - Incoming!

- [Lemmings] Wee!

(lemmings thudding)

(lemmings exclaiming) (Julius grunting)

- Here I come.

- No.

- Woo, woo!

Woo hoo!

(lemmings cheer)

What are you doing?

You can't just go around jumping off cliffs.

- Somebody's gonna get hurt.

- Don't blame me. I was following her.

- But I was following him.

- But he was following you.

- I jumped because I saw some food down there.

- Huh? (lemming chomping)

Uh...

(lemming gulps)

- [Lemmings] Ooh.

- I could do with a fresh juicy leaf

with some moss on top of it.

- I could eat a rock. (grunts)

- They need to eat. Wait here.

- Oh yeah, with some- - Alright.

Alright. Who's in charge here?

- Uh, nobody.

- Nobody?

- Us lemmings are born followers, the best.

- But without anyone to follow,

well, we can get very lost.

- Yes, because every team needs a leader.

- And we are looking for one.

The leader of all lemmings should be a magical one

who will lead the way to food, to shelter, and to happiness.

- [Group] Food.

- What?

Your whole future rests on hocus pocus?

- [Group] Yes. - Mm hm.

- Listen, you need to start taking care of yourselves.

You have to stop hoping some kind of magical being is going

to appear and solve all your problems just like that.

(Julius gasps)

(lemmings sigh)

Well, what do you know?

- [Lemmings] Our magical leader.

- Who, me?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

There seems to be some kind of misunderstanding.

Now, if you don't mind, we have a whole

flying-sleigh thing to take care of.

- A big red one?

- You've seen it?

- Yes, oh magical leader.

It was headed north- - North?

- Towards the Eternal Sea. - Huh?

- You heard the lady. - To the Eternal Sea.

- Wilma, wait for me. - You can't leave.

We want to follow and worship you.

- No. No.

You don't need to follow anyone.

You know, just believe in yourselves

and listen to your hearts.

- [Lemmings] Wow. Listen to your hearts.

Wise words, indeed.

- My heart sound, follow that guy.

- We found our magical leader. Let all lemmings know!

(dramatic music)

- Father, please.

Santa needs the sleigh for Christmas. We can't do this.

- Stop whining, Stella.

If father says we can do it, we can do it.

(dramatic music)

- Alright.

(reindeer grunting)

- The boss is back.

- Huh?

- And he's got the sleigh.

(group cheers)

- We are the Storm Forces, huh!

Not those Flying Forces, huh!

- [Group] We are Storm Forces, huh!

Not those Flying Forces, huh!

- We are strong. We are tough.

We are more than good enough.

- [Group] We are strong. We are tough.

We are more than good enough.

- Wow. The real thing.

Happy Christmas to us.

- Oh yeah.

- Let's take it for a ride.

- Nobody touches the sleigh.

- [Group] Okay, boss. - Father, please.

Let me take it back to the Fell. You've had your turn.

- No, I've never had my turn. And do you know why?

- Because you failed your trial, like the rest of us?

- I didn't fail. I was betrayed.

- Oh, this, again.

- Yes. This again.

My rightful place on Santa's Flying Forces

was stolen from me.

It seems only fitting I steal it back.

- But tomorrow's Christmas.

- (laughs) Not this year.

This year, we're gonna cancel Christmas.

- (gasps) Christmas is canceled?

- What? - What?

- You're kidding, right? - Oh, we can't do that.

- Won't that upset Santa?

- Oh, yes. He'll be heartbroken.

- Isn't that a bad thing?

- Yes, for the Flying Forces.

After all, they're the ones

who lost Santa's sleigh on Christmas Eve.

Santa will be furious.

He'll never want to see Prancer or Dasher

or any of those idiots again.

And after the Flying Forces are fired,

then comes the sleigh full to the brim with presents,

with a brand new, even better team of flying reindeer.

- Great. Who are they?

- It's us, the Storm Forces.

We will become Santa's new flying reindeer.

- And you get to be a hero, father.

(group cheering)

- [Lemmings] We are lemmings, we love to-

- What's that?

- [Lemmings] We are lemmings (indistinct).

We are lemmings (indistinct).

- You wanna move aside there, hot shot?

Pardon me, mouse.

- Stop right there.

- Huh? What?

- I'm a lemming?

You just took one look at me

and said, oh, there's a rodent.

What's the most common rodent? A mouse.

He's probably a mouse. Well, I'm not. (grunts)

- Right. Sorry, lemming.

Have you seen a young reindeer girl pulling a sleigh?

- Nope.

Hey, listen up, Eastern Lemmings.

We finally found him. - The magical leader?

- Yeah, yeah. He's traveling north.

All lemmings are to follow him there.

- I'm sorry. The magical who?

- You know, the leader.

- [Lemmings] The magical leader.

- The leader is wise and kind.

He created a food shower of moss for us.

- Wow.

- He calls himself Julius.

- Julius?

- Did he have a young reindeer boy with him?

- Yep. He did.

- You know, the magical leader?

- Why on earth would Niko fly north? Nobody lives up there.

You said so yourself.

- Prancer, he's not ready for the Flying Forces.

Better head that way and take him back to Home Valley.

- Yeah, you are right.

- Follow that moose.

(lemmings exclaim)

(dramatic music)

(wolverines growl)

- Are you sure we're going in the right direction, Niko?

- Yes.

- You know the best way to find due north is to look for-

- The North Star. I know, Julius.

- We can't see a thing in this weather.

- Julius, I know where north is.

Which way is north?

Oh, this could take forever.

- Now, now, Niko.

- Patience. In time, you will learn that-

- Julius, I don't need you telling me

what to do all the time.

- Oh, really?

You left home without me and here you are in trouble again.

- And here you are telling me what to do, again.

- Well, I know when I'm not wanted.

- Um...

Hmm. Hmm.

- What? He always talks to me like I'm a kid.

- Niko, you're growing up.

You don't need Julius like you used to.

- That's what I've been trying to tell him.

- Well, how do you think that makes him feel?

His whole life has been about looking after you.

It hurts to be told you're not needed anymore.

- Ugh.

Julius, I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said.

- Oh, I get that you wanna stand on your own four feet.

- I, I do, but I don't.

I wanna be a good son to mom.

I wanna play with Jonni and Lili,

but I also wanna be like dad and make 'em proud.

And I also want to hang out with you and Wilma.

And I just wanted Stella to like me.

Why do I always mess everything up?

- Would you believe I've made mistakes too?

And you know what? Mistakes are good.

They help us to learn, to grow.

- It doesn't feel like that.

- In time, it will.

(wolverine growling)

I think there's something behind that rock.

- Huh?

- That's a wolverine.

(wolverine growling)

- Ah!

Hold on.

(dramatic music)

- Wilma?

- Wilma?

- You keep going, Niko.

I'll find Wilma.

- What? No.

- I'm not leaving you two in danger.

- We'll be okay. The fog's cleared.

There's no time to lose.

- But, I can't do this alone.

- There's nothing more I can teach you.

Now, go find Santa's sleigh.

- Goodbye, Julius.

(sad music)

- Goodbye, Niko. I believe in you, always will.

(dramatic music)

- The Eternal Sea.

Come on. You got this.

(dramatic music)

- What have I done?

- Okay, Storm Forces. - Huh?

- Next year we will be flying Santa's sleigh.

(dramatic music)

(Wilma panting)

(Wilma gasps)

- Wilma. Wilma.

Oh.

Oh. Wilma! Hey! Wait!

- Shh.

- Ah. I came back to save you from that-

- I knew I'd heard food.

- Oh. I'm sorry.

Were you hiding?

(wolverine growling)

Ah! - Run!

(dramatic music)

- Huh?

Uh.

Ow.

Uh.

(thunder booms)

(hail clinks)

- Okay, good work, Storm Forces.

One more left we'll do for today's practice, troops.

- What?

(dramatic music)

(wolverine growling)

- Ah!

The Eternal Sea. We made it.

(wolverine thuds)

- I do love a chase. Builds up the appetite.

- Wilma, this is it.

- Enough chitchat. Show me what you got.

- No. No.

Why don't we all calm down, uh,

and, you know, talk about this?

(wolverine growls)

(Julius yelps)

- What's that noise?

- My knees shaking.

- The magical leader! Woo hoo!

(lemmings cheering)

(wolverine growls)

(wolverine sneezes)

- Huh?

(ice cracking)

- This is so unfair.

I'm (sneezes) allergic to lemmings.

(wolverine sneezes)

- Hey, where'd you go? Oh, there you are.

Hey!

- Oh.

(wolverine sneezes)

- Oh, are you okay?

- Help. Help. - Can I help?

(wolverine screams)

Oops.

(Julius laughing triumphantly)

- Maybe being the magical leader

isn't such a bad thing after all.

(everyone gasps)

- Watch out!

(wolverine growling)

- No lemming will save you now.

(wolverine growls)

(ice cracks)

(lemmings yell)

(Julius and Wilma screaming)

(lemmings gasp)

(Wilma grunts)

- The magical leader can fly.

- And he led us to this moss.

(lemmings cheer)

(water splashes)

- Huh?

(dramatic music)

What?

It's just like Santa's Fell.

(ice creaking)

Huh.

Let go of the sleigh.

- Niko!

- I helped you out in the race

and I showed you the sleigh, against all the rules.

I trusted you.

- I know.

And I'm sorry,

but there's still time to get the sleigh

back to Santa's Fell if-

- If what? If what, Stella.

Fraternizing with the enemy?

- Father, please. You can't cancel Christmas.

It's not right.

- Cancel Christmas?

- What do you know about right?

The girl who betrayed her own father.

- And brother. I feel very betrayed.

And this must be the famous Niko.

- You're smaller than I thought.

- You're just a kid. - I'm here for the sleigh.

- You'll have to get past me first.

- Father, no.

- So, what's it going to be, Stella?

Whose side are you on?

- Ah. Ugh.

- You two are grounded.

(ice cracking)

(Niko grunting)

- This is all your fault.

- Okay. I deserve that.

But you know what? It was Prancer who started all this.

- What's my dad got to do with this?

- More than you know.

A long time ago, our fathers were best friends.

- You're making that up.

- When Prancer and my father, Ilmar, were boys,

they were like brothers.

They did everything together.

(both whoosh)

- [Both] Whoa!

- That was cool.

- [Both] Hoofa.

- They helped each other, looked after each other.

(wolverine growls)

(wolverine thuds)

- Thanks.

- They even shared the same dream.

- Look.

- Same one as you and me, Niko, to be one

of Santa's Flying Forces.

So when the call came for new recruits, they both signed up.

But, there was a problem. Only one of them could be chosen.

(dramatic music)

- One reindeer at a time can become a member

of the Flying Forces.

- They'd have to compete against one another.

(both grunting)

My father, Ilmar, won the first trial.

Your father won the second.

- Huh? What happened?

- It all came down to the third and final trial.

(energetic music)

- Mind those branches, Prancer.

Prancer, watch out!

Ah!

(Ilmar grunting)

I'm stuck. Prancer, help me.

What? What is it?

- I'm, I'm sorry. - Prancer?

Prancer? Prancer.

Prancer!

Help me!

- Liar! My dad is a hero.

- He'd never let his friend down.

- You've seen this place.

Why do you think my father recreated

a replica of Santa's Fell?

Because he never got over his dream.

A dream taken away by your father.

- There's only one rule. Just focus on yourself.

(dramatic music)

- What on earth is this?

- Niko! (echoing) - Huh?

Dad?

- Huh? Niko?

- [Niko] Dad!

- Niko! (echoing)

Niko. (echoing)

- [Niko] This way, dad.

- Niko.

- [Niko] Over here.

- [Prancer] Niko! - Stop.

- What is it, father?

- (sniffs) Ah, the smell of betrayal.

He's here.

(dramatic music)

- Dad? - Niko.

(ice thuds) (Prancer grunts)

(ice cracks)

(ice shatters)

(Prancer grunts)

Niko, are you alright? - I'm okay.

- You. Where's the sleigh?

- I'll show you.

Don't worry about her. Come on.

- Uh.

- Which one did you come down, dad?

- Oh

- This way. Come on.

(dramatic music)

- Alright. Woo!

You did good, Niko.

Hitch yourself to the sleigh.

- Dad? Who's Ilmar?

- Um, where did you hear that name?

- Was he really your best friend?

- I guess so. It was a long time ago.

Now, come on, let's go.

- Is it true?

You chose a place on the Flying Forces

over your best friend?

- I, well...

- It's been a while, Prancer.

- Ilmar.

- Well, come on, Prancer, answer the boy.

- I was just young and I wanted to win so badly.

Huh.

Please, understand, son.

- No, I understand.

You're no hero. I don't wanna see you ever again.

- Niko.

- Every action has its consequences, Prancer.

Time to face yours.

Meet the Storm Forces.

Soon, you and your pathetic Flying Forces

will be a thing of the past.

- Whoa.

- The storm forces will rule the Christmas skies.

- No!

Never! (group exclaims)

- Close the exit.

Now!

- We're on it, Boss.

- Hey. - Hey.

- I know another way out.

- I don't need your help.

- You sure about that?

- Keep them in the cave.

- Go, Niko.

I'll hold them off. (screams)

(energetic music)

(Stella yelps)

(ice clanks)

(Prancer panting)

- This way.

- I can't go any faster.

- Stella! Stop.

Stop, Stella. Right now.

- What do we do? - I know.

- Whoa!

(ice thuds)

(Stella grunts)

(energetic music continues)

- Stella, no!

This is a bad idea!

(both scream)

- Storm Forces, retreat.

This way.

- Yes!

- You're really...

I mean, that was totally- - Cool? I know.

- Reckless and stupid.

You could have broken the sleigh.

- But I didn't.

- Okay. Oh.

This must be the way out.

It's gotta be. Oh, come on, use your head now, Prancer.

Use your head. Oh, hey, that's it.

One (grunting) two, ow!

Three! (ice cracks)

Ow! Ouch!

That's gonna hurt in the morning.

(dramatic music)

- I guess this is it, then.

I put them here.

Followed by a slow miserable...

- Could, could that be Niko? - (gasps)

- Yes. Oh, we're safe.

Niko! Niko! - Yay!

- Julius. - Come on Julius,

let's hitch a ride.

- Seems pretty dangerous.

Are you sure this is good plan?

- There is no plan.

Just jump!

- (Julius screaming) - Now!

- Uh, I knew it. Way too dangerous.

(energetic music)

- Over here. The ice labyrinth.

- Quick. Block all the exits.

(Storm Forces grunting)

(Niko grunts)

- Whoa.

- Whoa. Yeah.

(dramatic music)

(hooves thud)

(Julius yelling)

- Julius!

- Stella, it's over.

- Yeah, like so over.

- Just hand over the sleigh.

- No. I'm taking it back to Santa.

- (laughing) Come on. You're just a kid.

(Storm Forces laughing)

(Storm Forces groan)

- Oh, dad.

(Ilmar yelling)

(water splashes)

(energetic music)

- Oh, oh no.

- Niko, watch out!

- What?

- This ends here!

(Niko and Stella grunting)

(Niko and Stella yelling)

- Niko, Stella are you two alright?

- You can't do this. - Who's going to stop us?

You kids? - Yeah. And me.

- And me.

- It's going to take more than a flying squirrel

and a weasel to- - [Prancer] To what?

- Huh?

- Are you two okay?

- I've got nothing to say to you.

- [Flying Forces] We're reindeer we're not horses,

we're Santa's Flying Forces, ho ho!

- Yes!

(triumphant music)

- We saw your star signal, Prancer.

- Dasher.

- Do I know you from somewhere?

- We are the Storm Forces.

- Whatever. Just hand over the sleigh.

We're kinda in a hurry.

- Forget it. The sleigh is ours now.

- That sleigh belongs to Santa.

We are going nowhere without it.

- As you wish. (dramatic music)

- Son, change of plan.

Make sure those fools don't get the sleigh,

no matter what it takes.

- Okay? How exactly-

- This is your chance, Morten.

Come on. You can do this.

- I won't let you down, father.

- On my command.

Charge!

- Charge!

(energetic music)

(antlers clank)

- Kinda stuck here.

- Ah. - Oh.

- Oh, come on.

(group exclaiming)

- (gasps) The sleigh!

(energetic music)

- You go get it, Niko.

- It was all a lie.

I was never a hero.

- No! Ah!

- You, my son.

You'll never be a hero either.

(Stella panting)

- Huh?

Morten, no!

- Huh?

(energetic music)

(Stella panting)

- Oh, no.

- Hmm. (humming)

- Hmm!

(group grunting)

(antlers crack) - Ah!

Ah.

- Feeling the pain, Prancer?

- Wait.

- I waited long enough.

- Behind you, wolverine.

- Is that the best you've got?

- No, really.

(wolverine growling)

(Prancer grunts)

(wolverine yelps)

- You, you saved me?

(dramatic music)

- You've let everyone down, Niko.

Your mother, your brother, your sister.

You even let Santa down.

Now, the sleigh will be lost forever.

You disappointed me, Niko.

I trusted you.

- No.

No! I trusted you!

I always tried my best to make you proud

because I was so proud to be your son.

- [Stella] Help!

- Get out of my way. You're not real.

(energetic music)

- Let me go. This is an order.

Troops! Defensive positions.

(wolverines growling)

- Defensive positions. Who, exactly?

- Christmas has come early.

- We hate you. (grunts)

- (grunts) Thanks.

(wolverines growling)

- Julius.

- Ah!

(wolverine growls)

- Okay, lemmings.

Protect the leader!

(lemming growls)

(wolverine sneezes)

(lemmings cheer)

- Rejoice, for the magical leader has been found.

What are you doing? - Get back here.

- Unpaw me right now.

- Stella?

Stella!

Oh no. (grunts)

Stella?

(energetic music)

(antlers thud)

- Just like old times, huh?

- Yeah. (chuckles)

- I did what you asked, father.

The sleigh is on its way to the moon.

- Huh? What?

- Stella went after it,

but don't worry, she'll never catch it.

- What?

(Ilmar zooms)

(crystals chime) (Niko grunting)

(thunder roars)

- Stella, please, wake up.

- Niko.

Oh.

Niko.

Oh.

- But, the sleigh.

The mission is everything.

- Hmm. No, son.

You are.

- Stella.

Oh no.

- What have I done?

Stella, please.

- (gasps) Father?

- Oh.

- The sleigh.

- I'll get it.

It's too far out. You won't make it back.

- I need to do this for you.

- Listen, I need to go help Ilmar.

I owe him.

- I know. Go, dad.

(energetic music)

- Ah. Starting to like this.

Same here, buddy.

Two steps to the right. - And bing!

(group exclaiming)

- Making me dizzy.

- Good job. We did it. (grunting)

(energetic music)

(Prancer and Ilmar grunting)

(Prancer and Ilmar wheezing)

- It's coming in too fast.

- We have to slow it down.

- Here it comes.

Stand firm and...

(energetic music)

(ice cracking)

- Ilmar.

(Prancer grunting)

- I'll get my harness on.

- No, let's pull the sleigh sideways to slow it down.

- There's no time.

It'll burn up soon. (grunting)

I'm almost there. - No, this way.

(both grunting)

- Hold on!

(all grunting)

- This is hopeless.

(sleigh zooming)

- Ah! Ah. (grunting)

Stella. I need your help.

- On my way.

(both grunting)

Let's do this. - Keep pulling.

(both grunting)

(both screaming)

Don't give up.

(both panting)

- Huh?

We did it.

- We did it.

(dramatic music)

- Hmm?

(both yelling)

(Prancer gasps)

- Morten. - Niko, watch out.

- This is for you, dad.

(all yelling)

(dramatic music)

- What the?

Oh no!

- Oh!

- Ha!

Oh.

(Morten sighs)

Christmas is canceled, father.

- Oh, Morten, no!

- But you said no change of plan.

(sighs) I just can't get it right, can I?

(dramatic music)

- Over here. (grunting)

- This is hopeless. - No.

We can't just quit.

- Right. - Oh, come on.

- I'm sorry.

We just won't be able to find all the presents on time.

- It would take forever.

- Well, we're not giving up.

- Hmm. - Huh.

- Huh?

- Morten.

- Huh.

- Mr. Dasher, sir.

- What is it?

Sorry about, you know, ruining Christmas and all that.

It was my fault. I got it wrong.

- No, Morten.

I filled your head with hate, with anger

and tales of revenge.

I was wrong. I'm sorry.

- You sure about that?

I mean, you won't go changing your mind again, right?

- Promise. No more changing of plans.

(dramatic music)

- They're right. This will take forever.

- I guess we couldn't save Christmas after all.

- Niko. Ugh.

- Am I glad to see you.

- Julius? Wilma?

- Ugh. What a great way to travel.

- What's all this?

- They go back for miles and more of them keep showing up.

- There will be millions.

- Why have we stopped, oh, magical leader?

- Is there anything you need, oh magical leader?

(lemmings exclaiming)

- Uh, how about some privacy?

- Okay. Apart from that.

- Oh.

- Millions.

Huh.

- Wow. (reindeer exclaiming)

- Alright, troops.

I'm afraid it's time to face the music.

- Wait. - Niko?

What is it?

- I give you Julius, the magical flying squirrel.

- Follow the sound of my magical paws.

- The hamster's lost it.

- Look.

(group gasps)

(trumpet blows)

(dramatic music)

- That's right. Come to me.

- [Group] Huh?

- Nice trick, Julius.

But I'm afraid one present does not a Christmas make.

(dramatic music)

(lemmings chatter indistinctly)

- Oh. - Oh.

- (panting) That's the last one, oh magical leader.

- Thank you, lemmings.

- Oh, don't mention it.

- Wow. Unbelievable.

- I didn't think we'd ever make it in time.

- (laughs) You see, you don't need to follow anybody.

You can make the impossible possible.

- Thank you, oh magical leader for making it possible

for us to make the impossible possible.

- What? No.

You're not listening. You don't need a leader.

Everything you need is in here.

- Yes. Everything we need is in you.

(lemmings cheering)

- What? No, not me.

I'm saying everything you need...

Oh, forget it.

- Hmm. (chuckles)

(dramatic music)

- Just look at that.

- Oh, hang on a second.

(metal scrapes)

(Niko chuckles)

- [Storm Forces] Stella! - [Flying Forces] Niko! Niko!

- What?

- The time has come for Niko

and Stella to complete their trial.

- What?

- [Storm Forces] Niko! Niko!

- [Flying Forces] Stella! Stella!

- The winner of this final trial

will join the Flying Forces today.

On your marks.

Get set.

Go!

(all cheering)

- Wow, that was fast.

- No.

- We're not doing it.

- Huh?

But not doing it isn't part of the rules.

- If only one of us can join the Flying Forces,

then we don't want to join.

- We're friends.

- Friends?

- Prancer?

Anything you wanna say about this?

- Niko, I've never been so proud.

- Huh?

- If only I'd done the same all those years ago.

All my life I've carried the guilt of that mistake,

and what it did to my best friend.

Hey guys, how about from now on,

all flying reindeer can join the forces?

We could take turns flying the sleigh at Christmas.

- I'm afraid that is completely against the ancient rules,

but the ancient rules are just that, ancient.

Let's put it to a vote.

All those in favor of Prancer's motion, say yes.

- [Group] Yes! (cheering)

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- [Both] (laughs) Hoofa.

- Happy Christmas. - Happy Christmas.

- Son, I am so loving this.

- This leg gets a bit wobbly on a sharp left at Santa speed.

- And no loops until everyone's in the right formation.

(doors thud)

- It's, it's...

- I know, son. I know.

- Oh. - Ooh.

- Ready for Mission Christmas, sir.

- [Santa] I see we have some new faces this year.

Welcome to the team.

- Did you see that? Santa spoke to me.

- Let's get this show on the road.

(triumphant music)

Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!

- Whoa!

- Ah, can't believe we're free for Christmas, mate.

- Ah, we can do whatever we want.

- This is awesome.

- That's awesome, eh?

(group grunting)

- You got absolutely no idea how

to celebrate Christmas, do you?

- No. - Just follow me.

- Oh, where can little Lili be?

(Lili laughing)

- (laughing) I found you.

- Again. Let's do it again. (laughing)

- I found someone else, too. - Hi.

- Niko!

- Niko, you came back.

(group laughing)

- Mom, our wish came true.

- What a wonderful surprise!

I thought you could never come home for Christmas.

- Mom, I wouldn't miss it for the world.

- Happy Christmas to everybody.

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way ♪

♪ Oh, what fun is to ride in a reindeer open sleigh, oh ♪

♪ Jingle bells, Jingle bells ♪

- Dad, what do you think of this kind of Christmas?

- Oh, it's great.

Niko, I'm sorry I never told you the truth about the race.

That was a big mistake.

- A very good friend of mine says that mistakes are good.

They help us to grow and learn.

- I was scared of what you would think of me.

- I'm proud of you, dad. Always.

(Prancer coughs)

Are you crying? - No.

- That's okay, dad. (Prancer clears throat)

- I can't believe my little Niko.

- Yeah. - He's all grown up.

- And you did a great job helping him, Julius.

No.

(upbeat music)

- [Lemmings] Aww.

- No. Right.

- So, who's hungry?

- I am.

(lemmings cheering)

(Julius and Wilma laughing)

- Ready?

- Lucky for you, we don't have to do that last trial.

- I know.

I would hate to see you lose.

- You wouldn't stand a chance.

- Wanna bet? - Sure. Bring it on.

(triumphant music)

(Stella screams happily)

- [Niko] Yeah!

(mellow music)

♪ White skies, winter time ♪

♪ Oh the warm soul of you ♪

♪ Feeling bright, feeling kind ♪

♪ Oh the warm soul of you ♪

♪ I don't need the snow to feel magic ♪

♪ 'Cause when I think of you ♪

♪ I know it's real ♪

♪ Oh the starry skies and Christmas lights are tragic ♪

♪ If I don't get to look at them with you ♪

♪ December wouldn't be the same without you ♪

♪ December wouldn't be the same ♪

♪ And all the dreams I've ever had could come true ♪

♪ But December wouldn't be the same ♪

♪ Without the warm soul of you ♪

♪ Without the warm soul of you ♪

♪ Driving home, letting go ♪

♪ Oh this year's been so cruel ♪

♪ Then I see your face and it fades away ♪

♪ Oh the warm soul of you ♪

♪ I don't need the snow to feel magic ♪

♪ 'Cause when I think of you ♪

♪ I know it's real ♪

♪ And all the starry skies and Christmas lights are tragic ♪

♪ If I don't get to look at them with you ♪

♪ December wouldn't be the same without you ♪

♪ December wouldn't be the same ♪

♪ And all the dreams I've ever had could come true ♪

♪ But December wouldn't be the same ♪

♪ Without the warm soul of you ♪

♪ Without the warm soul of you ♪ (mellow music)

♪ December wouldn't be the same without you ♪

♪ December wouldn't be the same ♪

♪ Oh December wouldn't be the same without you ♪

♪ December wouldn't be the same ♪

♪ And all the starry skies and Christmas lights are tragic ♪

♪ If I don't get to look at them with you ♪

♪ If I don't get to look at them with you ♪

(light music)

(energetic music)