01x06 - Wolfboy Goes Home/Wolfboy Makes a Snowflake

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Professor Luxcraft?

Professor Luxcraft!

Professor Luxcraft!

Hey, Wolfy.

Did you find him? What did he say?

He's still not there.

It's been days now.

It's like he's just vanished.

Where do you think he's gone?

I don't know.

I'm never gonna get any answers.

What happened to your mask?

I think it happened in the Memory Maze.

Then maybe you can make a new one. You love making things.

No. This one's special.

Mum made it for me.

Maybe she can fix it for you.

She could.

-I could go and see her. -Hooray!

Hey, what's up?

We're all going on an adventure!

To visit Wolfy's mum!

That's a great idea.

You could ask her if she remembers Luxcraft from when you were a baby.

Oh, yeah.

And maybe she knows something about this prophecy he was talking about.

I can't find anything about a human with spryte powers.

Ready!

We're going on an adventure.

But are you sure you guys want to come?

It's not as fun as down here.

My house is kinda boring.

Adventures are never boring!

And besides, it'll be cool to see where you're from.

There must be some explanation.

What's that?

We call that a "car."

Please tell me we're almost there.

Yep. It's just up here.

Wow.

Okay. I'm gonna see what I can find out from Mum.

And we'll search for clues.

Yeah! Where do you think your mum keeps the clues?

There may be some old stuff in the attic.

In the attic?

Wait, Mum thinks I've been at boarding school all this time.

I can't tell her where I've really been.

Maybe you two should hang back.

If she saw you--

Darling, what a wonderful surprise.

Hi, Mum.

Let me explain.

Look at you. All grown up.

Humans can't see sprytes, you big silly.

I missed you, you know.

Me too, Mum.

Custard!

What's gotten into Custard?

No idea.

Meep!

I received a very strange letter from your headmaster.

Very strange indeed.

"I'm writing to confirm that your human child is doing well

and is doing all sorts of human things here at his human school."

Signed, Professor L.

How does he know where I live?

What does he mean by "human" things?

Just English, Latin, maths.

You know, human things.

But it seems like you're enjoying it?

I got your letters too.

It's amazing.

I'm learning so much, and I've made the best friends.

That's fantastic.

You've got to bring them by sometime.

Yeah. I'll bring them by sometime.

So, how have you been, Mum?

Silly puppy.

Sprout, look at this place.

Now, Wolfy said there might be some clues in the attic.

What do you suppose an attic is?

You okay, darling?

Something's gotten into Custard.

Yeah. Yeah.

Hey, Mum, I cracked my mask.

-Think you could fix it for me? -Oh, no. How did you do that?

I got into a bit of trouble in the

library.

-Are kids picking on you again? -No, no. No.

-You know you can tell me if they are. -No, it's not that. I promise.

It was just an accident.

It's just a little crack. I bet you could have fixed it yourself.

Of course I can fix it.

Hey, Mum, I wanted to ask you.

What was I like when I was younger?

You were just as special as you are now.

Always so creative and imaginative.

Why did we move around so much when I was little?

Well, I suppose it took us a while to find our place.

Why do you ask?

Come on. Tell me what it is and I can help.

Mum, did you ever know any colorful men with long beards?

Of course. I work in the theater.

Meep!

What do you think this does?

The clues are in the attic.

Bouncelings!

They're all tired now. Poor little guys.

Did you always know that you wanted to make costumes?

No, not always.

See, sometimes it takes time to figure out who you're supposed to be.

But how do you know?

Is everything okay?

I'm just trying to figure some stuff out.

Well, I know who you are.

I've always known.

You're William Wolfe.

What more do you need to know?

Fly, my pretties, fly!

Hey, there's the attic!

The clues must be in there.

So sparkly!

Oneira would love these.

Now surely this

is a clue.

Don't you think, Xandra?

Xandra?

She has a mask just like Wolfboy's.

I think this might be a clue.

So we have two clues.

Custard.

What is going on?

I'd forgotten all about that song.

You used to play it for me all the time.

-She wants that squeaky thing. -She can't have the clue!

Stop squeaking the clue!

What are we gonna do?

Nobody can tell you who you are, my darling.

You have to figure that out for yourself.

You just have to listen to your heart.

You keep this close, okay?

Okay, Mum.

Don't worry about me. I'll figure it out.

So, did your mom know anything about Luxcraft?

No, but it was nice to see her.

Well, we found a clue!

Wow! I've never seen my mum so young.

I wonder when this was taken.

Thanks, Xandra.

Hey, Blip, you're up early. What are you doing?

Blip?

Don't worry. He's practicing his snowflakes.

Is he okay?

He looks a little tense.

Yeah, he always gets like this before Snow Lab.

You know, I don't wanna boop my own horn,

but I'm pretty good at making snowflakes.

I wanna see!

-Morning. -And what a splendid morning it is!

Wolfy's about to use his powers to make some snowflakes!

Luxcraft seemed convinced that I had the power to make my creations real,

just like sprytes do.

So all I have to do is…

Snow! Pow, pow, pow.

Well, they're the best snowflakes I've seen all day.

In fact, they're so good, I'm gonna hang them up here. See?

Thanks, Sprout, but they're not real snowflakes.

Maybe Luxcraft was wrong about me.

Has Blip been up all night practicing again?

Poor thing.

Does Blip not like Snow Lab?

It's just some pre-lab jitters. He'll be okay.

Now come on. I wanna get some breakfast before all the blue mash runs out.

-I told you to bring a coat. -Guardian sprytes don't need coats.

I don't know. You look pretty chilly.

I like it. Besides, you're the one turning blue.

That's just the mash.

On second thought,

I think I might be coming down with something.

Oh, Blip. Come on.

You cannot miss Snow Lab again.

What's that?

That's Professor Glaçon.

Salut, sprytelings. Welcome to Snow Lab.

Welcome!

Mademoiselle Glaçon, you're already here?

Bonjour, Monsieur Snjor.

I will get out of your hair, but I'll be back soon.

Right. Well, let's get inside, shall we?

I hope we'll all fit. Everyone, come on.

It's nice and warm in here.

I wouldn't get used to it.

Brace yourselves, everyone.

Okay, everyone. Spread out, find yourself a blank sheet.

I hope you've all been practicing your shapes.

Remember, symmetry, symmetry, symmetry.

And no copying.

Every snowflake must be unique.

You must put something of yourself into every one of them you make.

-What are you doing? -You'll see.

Now that you've finished your designs,

it's time to bring your snowflakes to life.

That's it. Guide the wisps into your ice.

Feel the creative energy.

Let it move through you.

Come on, wisps, help me out here!

Maybe snowflakes just aren't your thing.

Come along now, Blip.

Oh, my!

-Precision. -Nice one, Blip.

The symmetry. It's a triumph.

Blip, Blip, hooray!

Whoa, Blip. What were you worried about?

You're the best in the class.

Hey, you can relax now. It's all over.

Oh, you sweet, innocent little wolf spryte.

It hasn't even started.

-What do you mean? -Tremendous job, class.

Now, if you can take all your snowflakelings outside

to meet Professor Glaçon.

It's time for the dancing.

-Dancing? -Dancing.

Before your snowflakelings are ready for the surface,

they must learn to dance.

Now please take your partners and follow me.

Is this why you've been nervous all day? It's just dancing.

It's not just dancing. It's pure humiliation.

I can't dance.

Will you not dance with us today, Monsieur Snjor?

No, thank you, Mademoiselle Glaçon.

I could never.

Now, who would like to go first?

We can go first.

There. See, everyone?

Look how she moves with the wind.

Such grace, such coordination.

Superb, Oneira.

Who's next?

Cool!

Uh-uh, uh-uh.

No.

I'm sorry, Professor, but it's impossible.

I simply cannot dance.

My dear spryteling,

you know very well the dance is all part of this wonderful creative process.

If you don't believe you can do it,

what chance do you have?

Poor Blip. He really cannot dance.

No one can't dance.

I think I've got something that might help you with your dancing.

It won't work.

Is that an orb?

Sure is.

It's a dance orb.

I got it from a rhythm spryte.

Whoever holds it can dance like the wind.

Look, it even makes my hair dance.

Inconceivable. It really works?

Yep. I'm terrible at dancing,

but I've been using it all day.

Why don't you give it a try?

Must be infused with some kind of arcane patterned-movement energy.

You know, that's exactly what the rhythm spryte said.

Okay, dance orb. Do your thing.

-Let's go, Blip! -Yay, Blip!

I've never seen a dance like that.

Bravo, Blip!

I wanna go again!

-Bravo! -Good job, Blip. You did so good!

Mademoiselle,

I was wondering whether you would like to--

Professor, do you think whatever you are about to ask me could wait?

I would like very much to dance.

Oh, yes.

It's a good thing a rhythm spryte gave you that dance orb, Wolfy.

There was no rhythm spryte.

And it's not a dance orb. It's just a balloon.

What's a "laboon"?

It doesn't matter.

He just had to believe he could do it, and then he could.

Isn't it nice, Floof?

It's like it's snowing.