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Hello?
No one's here.
Solo dance party!
Get crazy!
Happy Arbor Day!
I wasn't dancing, you were!
Arbor Day buffalo!
Here's my favorite holiday tradition.
Lucky for him, I only used one cheek.
What's Armour Day?
What's Armour Day?
Not from Astoria, remember?
I'm from Seagate, where we have normal holidays. Like, pretend Wednesday is
Thursday Day.
Seriously? Yeah, our holidays are awful.
Let's talk about Armour Day. Okay.
First, you need to know... how good I am at brushing your teeth.
Yes!
Brushing someone else's teeth is my second favorite Armour Day tradition.
I'll brush yours, Warwick.
No, my teeth still hurt from last year.
But it's tradition.
You're only making it worse by running.
Please tell me what the troll is going on.
Our traditions may seem weird to you, but they mean a lot to us.
On Armor Day, we celebrate the story of the creation of the armor of Astoria.
This is story time?
I love story time!
Okay, start with once upon a time.
I'd rather not.
Come on, please.
Once upon a time. Yay.
The first king of Astoria gathered his wizards because he knew evil forces
one day descend upon Astoria. Pause.
Are there scary parts?
Yes.
Okay, I just need some warning.
The first king commanded his wizards to make an enchanted suit of armor.
The wizard's powerful magic made whoever wore the armor indestructible.
Hogancross, the wisest wizard, said the armor was shinier than freshly brushed
teeth.
But as the king and his wizards were celebrating, a shapeshifter snuck into
castle to steal the armor.
What are you doing?
I'm adding a suspenseful soundtrack.
Too much?
Eh, keep playing.
To prevent the armor from falling into the hands of evil, Hogan Cross cast a
powerful spell with death.
The armor was banished to an unknown place where it remains to this day.
Armor Day celebrates the hope that one day we'll find the armor and use it to
keep Astoria safe.
Oh, man, this is terrible.
What are you talking about?
Armour Day is the best day ever.
But if I don't know all the Armour Day customs, everyone will realize I don't
belong in night school.
Oh, man, you're sounding me alarmed.
They know I'm not a dragonfly. I gotta hide!
I gotta go!
Pull yourself together!
That word means the festivities are starting.
The safest thing is for you to hide in here for the day and lay low.
I gotta stay in here?
By myself?
On the best day ever?
I'm sorry, but I don't know any other way to keep your secret safe.
Okay, go have fun.
I'll just be here.
Having a sad dance party.
Go, Art.
So lonely.
I'm rigging this whole shaker so that...
My gift to you is the honor of carrying it home for me.
Yay! I have a job!
Sage, Sage, Sage.
Faith! Try to stop.
Buttercup gave you a present and you gave her a job?
She was thrilled.
She's heartbroken.
How would you know?
I've broken a few hearts in my day.
I think I would know if Buttercup was upset. She's my bestie.
Or maybe you're the worst bestie ever.
A worstie.
Why are you even talking to me?
Aren't you like the night school janitor?
That's right. I clean things, and right now, you're a mess.
Fine.
What's a good armor day gift?
Get her something beautiful.
Like a unicorn blossom.
Those are almost impossible to find.
You're welcome.
I didn't say thank you. You will.
Where's Art? Is he afraid Prudy's butt will bump him over the cliff?
It's not my fault you non -giants are so easily airborne.
Art's not feeling well. He, um, swallowed a toothbrush.
Then there.
Oh, there's Sir Gareth. Let's ask him.
Sir Gareth, we were wondering if we could perform your ridiculous Armaday
thing. No. Well, actually, it's a song and dance review called The Sound of
Armor.
Yes, you did it last year.
And it still haunts my dreams.
Don't listen to him.
Your show is hilarious.
It's not a comedy.
Hogan Cross, so nice of you to poof in.
Perhaps a little pre -poof warning next time. No, stop dithering and get the
student's attention.
I'll help.
Student!
I am the great and powerful Wizard Hogan Cross.
Wow.
Hogan Cross has to be a thousand years old.
I'm nine hundred and eighty -five.
thing, aren't you?
One squad will have the extreme honor of hosting Wizard Hogancross for our armor
day feast.
And you will hide the chocolate armor.
Who wants to volunteer to host?
Those things sound like a nightmare.
We don't want him to pick us.
has the most Armaday spirit.
Happy Armaday!
Toothbrushes for everybody!
Oh, no.
Toothbrushes.
Sir Gareth, open up.
Clearly, this flippy young lad has the most spirit.
Boom! Pity Squad wins.
See you at the feast.
I heard the words win and feast. That's never bad.
That's very bad.
The hosts have to know everything about Armor Day.
Relax. We know the customs. We're all Dragonblood. You're right.
Imagine how bad it would be if we weren't.
The best part is the hosts are in charge of entertainment.
Sir Gareth, you can't have dinner without a show.
No.
I'm sorry. Did you say no?
I shall.
Up. No.
You were supposed to lay low.
I can't prove I belong here from stuck in the rec room bump -bumping like a
chump.
Well, now we have to hold the feet for Hogan Cross.
He's the wizard from the story?
You think he'll let me touch his beard?
Perfection of the Beast. One false move and you'll be kicked out of night
school. Come on, he's a sweet old guy.
Ah!
Brushing your own teeth on Armaday?
You don't belong in night school.
It's going to be okay.
Okay? Hocus Pocus is not going to poof me away.
I'm not freaking out.
If only someone had told you to lay low.
Oh, wait. Someone did.
I should have listened to you. I'm sorry.
But please help me stay in night school.
I'm not going to help you.
I'm going to help you.
But you're the same person.
You do know that, right?
Of course I know that.
But you'll actually listen to me as the princess because I intimidate you.
That's not true.
I'm sorry, Your Majesty.
Okay, we have six hours to get you ready. Let's hit the book.
Bookshelf, give me every book on Amber Day Customs.
Or let the books hit you.
So much for this orange.
And do you charge for armor day gift wrapping?
An orange?
You're giving your bestie rotten fruit?
I looked everywhere.
No one sells unicorn blossoms.
You're just going to have to take this disgusting orange.
Do better, Larry.
You can't buy a unicorn blossom.
You have to pick one.
No way.
They only grow in the pit of explosion.
And to get there, you have to cross the river of fire.
and go through the forest of sappy things.
Spoken like a true worstie. I am not a worstie.
Fine, I'll do it.
But not because you told me to.
Some corn, Wizard Hogan cross.
Delightful.
Some butter.
Say, young Ark, you are nailing every Armaday tradition.
Good show.
He's impressed by you.
I'm just impressed with you are.
A toast.
Phoenix squad, this feast was extremely lit.
find the chocolate armor. Not so fast. First, I must complete the ceremonial
15 spin.
Are you sure you should be spinning at your age or wizardness?
Nonsense. Witness the Hogan Cross tornado.
He's never going to find that chocolate armor. What?
He's supposed to find it. He pretends to look, but it's always hidden under his
chair. Oh, man, I must have learned so many things today, I forgot one. Because
you took five books to the head.
Well, the good news is that it's technically under his chair. Way under.
Way,
way, way under.
Please tell me you didn't throw it off the cliff.
I threw it off the cliff.
As soon as Hogan Cross finishes the 15 spins, he's going to look for the
chocolate armor.
That could be any second.
Seven!
Okay, not any second, but soon.
I don't know why I thought I could fake being a dragonblood. Clearly, I don't
belong here. You can't just give up.
Great, another thing I can't do.
We can still fix this.
We just have to buy some time.
It's a special surprise for you. Ooh, I do love surprises.
It's a song and dance review called The Sound of Armor.
Oh, my God, Link.
No,
no, this is not happening. I clearly said, and they're wearing sparkly
Say, Warwick, what's that sound?
I hear it. It's getting louder, right?
Oh, yes, I can.
I can't... I can't close my eye!
Okay, let's find that armor.
Ark, hurry up!
Too much hurry.
Oops.
Guess my hands are still covered in...
We're going to hide because there's a giant pack rat coming.
That thing is disgusting.
We have them all over Seagate. They're half human, half...
Oh, we have to be careful. They have a deadly venomous tail.
Watch.
That'll teach you to sneak up on me, Rock.
Oh, man.
She's in a bad mood.
That's a she?
Isn't it obvious?
That makes me uncomfortable.
Open the box.
I'm super allergic to those!
What? Are you serious?
Oh, right. You mentioned that yesterday.
Thank you.
Ms. Wick, you told me this would be the perfect Armorday gift.
my revenge on that twerp.
Yay! I have another job!
How are we going to get him away from the armor?
Don't worry.
I have a plan.
Your plan stinks.
Exactly. Packats love dirty talk.
I'll go grab the armor.
Maybe I should grab it. You have Pit Butter Hand.
Hey!
Get your mists off my trash!
Give me back my stuff, you moot!
Go talk to me in the armor!
You mess with the rats, you get the...
since I was on dancing with the wizard.
Good goblin wizard, let me blink.
Oh, so dry.
Ah! Why, is there a cup of lemon juice on the table?
Wizard Hogancross, all that's left is the hunt for the chocolate armor.
Let the search begin.
Where, oh, where can it be?
Thank you, Phoenix Squad.
And especially young Ark.
That's me.
I'm Ark. I did it.
Of course you did.
Because you belong here.
Even though I'm not from Astoria?
Especially because you're not from Astoria.
You know things the rest of us don't.
That's what's going to make you a great knight.
Thank you.
It'd mean a lot more if you could tell me that at the princess.
It's getting late for a thousand -year -old man to be up.
Wizards!
We bound.
Oh, I'm so glad he's gone.
And he's back.
I missed you.
Oh, Beth.
I so loved your show. I must see it one more time.
Oh, my God, what?
Brody, it's happening again!
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