After hearing Krik and the Rakshasa's big plan, Gel and Kazeron retire to their cell to think on it and get a good nights sleep...or do they?!
In the wake of the season finale, Mal Bashor finds himself ripped from the Rakshasa's clutches by a rogue band of modrons, trying to save Opier from their god's wrath. But no one can adventure alone…
They’ve faced off against a band of psychotic gingerbread men, they slaughtered an innocent snowman, now it’s time for them to face The Kringle himself.
Will the big man help the Dingles rid Tinselton of the darkness? Will Rudolph ever find his dad? Is The Kringle even real?! Find out on this riveting conclusion to the Dingle Bell Rock saga.
The Dingles have finished off the Gingerbread hoard that attacked the festival, but before they get a chance to celebrate, they find out that the attack was just a distraction!
In order to save their friend, and the holidays, they must band together to do the unthinkable: Journey out of town to find The Kringle.
Packed tightly into the farthest corner of a plane known simply as The North Pole, there is a quaint town, bustling with holly jolly folks and an ever-present holiday cheer. The adorable little creatures that call this town home, work year-round to produce toys for their benevolent god, the Kringle. Though the townspeople don't know much about their god, as no one has actually seen him, they do know that the towns eternal cheer is bestowed upon them by the Kringle, as thanks for producing the toys he uses to spread his cheer to the rest of the universe.
Every Flaarsember, the people of Tinselton gather in the town square with all the gifts to watch as the Kringle leaves this plane, collecting them all in a flurry of colorful lights. But a dark shadow looms around Tinselton this year. For unknown reasons, fearsome beasts have been emerging from the surrounding woods to try to thwart the town's festive joy! In order to protect the townsfolk, and to keep the toy production on time, the mayor, Gumdrop Bubblepants, has assembled a team of elite Merry Militants...