Class 1-A were getting ready for this morning's class, but Ruffnut wanted to show them something.

"Hey, guys, come here," she said as she stretched. "Check this."

She then began dancing and was performing some incredible dance moves like somersaulting and bouncing herself on one hand.

"I'm a breakdancing Queen," she said as she spun around.

"She's obviously practised extensively," said Olaf.

"Yeah, my sister was always talented, really came to dancing," said Tuffnut.

"Why are you wearing shorts underneath your skirt!" Agnar yelled.

That earned him a massive blow to the head courtesy of Astrid. "Stop being such a perv!"

Hiccup was rather impressed. "Those dance moves of hers must come very useful in close combat. When it comes to a fight, she would have perfect control every part of her body."

"Oui, I witnessed that," said Olaf dryly. "She burned through my cape in our first training match and then in the Thawfest Festival finals… I'll never forget that."

"Those moves would be very useful," said Astrid.

"Maybe she can teach you how?" Clueless suggested.

"No sweat," said Ruffnut. "We'll start with something easy." She then began performing some simple dance steps. "Step forward and back, left and right swinging both arms. Make sure you're staying loose."

Sadly Astrid wasn't exactly as nimble as Ruffnut and had two left feet.

"This reminds me how Hiccup is always tinkering," said Clueless. "It's a hobby, but also helped out with hero work, man so smart." He then turned towards Ingrid. "Speaking of hobbies, I bet yours is the same, Ingrid."

Ingrid blushed. "What? I don't know."

"Come on, your dorm room looks like a recording studio. One look and I can tell that music is your whole life."

Ingrid looked quite flustered. "Drop it, moron! Forget about what you saw there!"

Clueless smirked. "Yeah, that's passion. For real though, you should start a jam session—" He would have continued, but Ingrid pointed her earphone jack at him threateningly.

"Just shut it," she threatened and then went to sit down at her desk.

'It was now April which meant it was time for Berk Academy to start preparing for a big event that was right around the corner. Sure we were the only school doing this, but we were still excited.'

The entire class was sitting at the desks as Eret was about to make an announcement.

"It's time for the School Festival," he said.

Everyone immediately began to burst into cheers.

"So awesome!" Agnar yelled.

"I love this time of year!" Tuffnut cried.

"We've got to think of something cool to do," said Helga excitedly.

"Hold on, Mr Eret," said Dogsbreath as he rose to his feet. "You sure that this is okay?"

"Hush, Dogsbreath," Clueless hissed. "Don't you ruin this!"

"Think about it though, there are villains everywhere right now."

"You're right, that is a reasonable point," Eret admitted. "However, there are students here besides those in the Hero Course. You get the spotlight every year at Thawfest, this is for everyone else. The Support Course… General Studies… and don't forget the Business Course students. This doesn't get as much attention as Thawfest, but it still beat yearly event that we all look forward to. Many of your peers are feeling stressed out by the current conditions here at Berk, especially the dorm system, which had to be adopted because of the Hero Course."

It was easy to forget that Berk didn't just have classes for those who want to be heroes but for other walks in life. There has been some animosity, especially from General Studies and since Class 1-A seem to be the centre point of all the villain attacks this that animosity was directed towards them.

"We put it like that, I guess it would be unfair to cancel it," said Dogsbreath as he sat back down.

"Correct, so yeah it is still on, and hopefully everyone will enjoy it. Though unlike festivals in the past this year's will only be open to Berk students, staff and close family members with a few exceptions. You may not be the focus this time, but your class still needs to participate with some kind of original programming. So today will be deciding on what to do."

With that, Hiccup and Astrid made their way to the blackboard in order to discuss this in length.

"I think the first thing to do is to have a quick brainstorming session," said Hiccup. "We should have at least one idea from all of us. If any of you have any thoughts raise your hand." Immediately everyone raised their hands. "I wasn't expecting such enthusiasm. We'll go one time."

Clueless when first. "I maid café! Seriously imagine it and then imagine again with more details. And if you imagine me in the centre of the action… oh yeah!"

"Perhaps you should keep those kinds of thought in your head," Hiccup suggested shaking his head. "Still let's put it down."

"That's way to tame!" Agnar yelled. "I suggest that we have a topless—"

"Moving right along," said Hiccup quickly facepalming himself.

"How about a play," Fishlegs suggested.

"An arm wrestling match," said Dogsbreath.

"A funhouse!" said Helga.

"A bakery," Calder suggested.

"Disco," said Ruffnut.

"A bring your own picnic," said Ragnar.

"Karaoke," said Heather.

"Maybe a petting zoo," said Wartihog.

"A Japanese chess tournament," Ranger suggested.

"A wrestling match," said Snotlout.

"A twinkling extravaganza," said Olaf.

"A talent show," said Ingrid.

"A traditional café," said Tuffnut.

"A dance routine," said Sven.

"A gift shop," said Magnus.

"A local history presentation!" said Speedfist.

Eventually, everyone came up with an idea, and Hiccup and Astrid put ideas down themselves. Hiccup put down a workshop while Astrid chose an obstacle course.

"Okay, I think we got something from everyone now," said Hiccup.

"Now let's now things down by eliminating inappropriate, impassable or confusing," said Astrid and she immediately rubbed off Agnar, Snotlout and Olaf's ideas.

"Why did you even bother asking?" Snotlout moaned.

"Who said a local history presentation? That sounds super boring," said Helga.

"Definitely," Magnus nodded.

"It's not awful, but the others seem more fun," said Sven.

Speedfist remained absolutely quiet, and Hiccup rubbed it off the board.

"And a Japanese chess tournament seems rather difficult to do," said Clueless. "I mean this whole new set of rules, Mace and Talons are confusing enough at least, but at least we know those rules."

"Good point," said Ranger as Astrid lifted off the board.

"What if we rolled all the foodstuff into one idea?" Tuffnut suggested.

"Sounds rather confusing," said Dogsbreath.

"Besides seems weird to serve a bunch of random food," said Ingrid.

"Settle down, settle down!" Hiccup yelled.

Sadly no one was listening to him in the arguing was getting louder.

"I'm telling you a funhouse would be so cool!" said Helga.

"What does that even mean?" Clueless asked.

"Everyone just calm down and think this through," said Hiccup.

Astrid looked at Hiccup. "Concerns at this point is going to be difficult."

Everyone only stopped arguing when they heard the sound of the bell, indicating the end of class.

"Well, that was a highly unproductive meeting," Eret sighed. "Decide what you do by tomorrow morning, if you don't will go with my idea. An educational lecture."

"You mean just the class?" everyone stared.

"Who'd come to see that?" said Clueless.

"He's joking, right?" Tuffnut asked, hopefully.

"No way, we'll decide what going to do by tonight," said Dogsbreath.

"Yeah!" everyone cheered.

Everyone soon met back at the dorm began brainstorming with the remaining ideas.

"Hey, where's Snotlout?" Sven asked.

"Sleeping, apparently of his ideas and involved is not going to take part in the decision," said Clueless.

"Now that we finally calmed down I've had some thoughts about our list," said Hiccup. "Now we have cause some strain among the other students, and I believe it would make sense to choose something that will raise their spirits in an effort to make it up to them."

Astrid nodded. "I agree, we are aiming to be here so we should be aware of any trouble that we've caused for others."

"And with that in mind, I don't think we can offer the students here a meal that satisfies their taste buds since they used to Lunch Rush's gourmet cooking."

"So, food is out of the question?" said Tuffnut looking disappointed.

"We have to keep needs in mind if we're the only ones having fun the event would be a disaster," said Magnus.

"It's frustrating, but Lunch Rush is just too good," said Calder.

"Okay, then what?" Helga asked.

"Well, we can cut out all the food ideas and that way we can focus on experiences," said Astrid as he crossed out everything food-related. "Also I think your idea Hiccup is just too complicated and it would clash from those in Support Course."

Hiccup nodded. "Yeah, and I've heard that Class B are planning a play, so that's out."

"And a zoo sounds smelly and unsanitary," said Tuffnut.

"Stress relief," Helga pondered.

"I still forget talent show would be a good idea," said Ingrid.

"Watching amateurs perform could be kind of stressful," said Heather.

"We could just have a disco," Ruffnut suggested.

Ranger looked up. "Dancing? That's a good idea."

Ruffnut stared at him as he made his way over to the computer. "Wait, you mean you would be into that?"

"Just hang on a second, there's something I've seen before," said Rangers he began looking through the browser. "I don't know what it called exactly, but it looked as if everyone was really enjoying it." He then pulled out a clear what appeared to be some sort of concert. "There something like this."

"Not what I expected from Ranger," said Agnar.

"I disagree with Hiccup's opinion that we need to do stress relief for the people in the other courses. In order to do that, maybe we should focus on something that offers entertainment for everyone. I got the idea for my extra exam training."

Calder blinked. "What are they doing in those supplemental classes?"

Hiccup pondered. "So a live concert."

"None of us really dances though, and no one wants to see a cringing routine," said Tuffnut.

"I got you covered, a few dance lessons from me and you'll all be pros," said Ruffnut.

"But we still need music to dance to," said Heather.

Helga then turned towards Ingrid. "Well, if we need music…"

Ingrid face turned bright pink and felt awkward as everyone looked towards her.

Helga quickly dashed towards her. "Why don't we perform like with all your instruments?"

"Absolutely not!" said Ingrid firmly.

"What's wrong?" Helga frowned. "You're really good at playing hand teaching people how to play, and you always look like you're having a ton of fun when you make music. I bet everyone in school would love to hear you rock out."

"No… I'm not Hiccup or Ruffnut," who she said, looking at the floor and bumbled with her earphone jacks. "Their hobbies actually help their hero work. They have a purpose, but my music it's really just a hobby. Sorry, I just don't think it's something I want to show off for the school."

"Oh…" said Clueless remembering their conversation this morning. "That's why you got weird." He then approached, causing her to jump. "But you can play so many instruments, you're freaking awesome!"

"Ingrid, why not use your skill to make other people smile?" Wartihog asked. "I think your music would definitely be useful when you're a pro."

Astrid then stepped in. "Look, I understand where both of you are coming from, but it is her choice. If she doesn't want to perform that's fine."

"Well, after what you all said," said Ingrid and everyone looked at her. "If I didn't do it, I guess it would be rocking at all."

"Yeah!" everyone cheered.

"Class 1-A will do a live performance, and dance party like this score has never seen before!" Clueless cheered.

It was soon the weekend and Hiccup, and Marcario made their way to Detroit hospital in order to visit Ariel.

"Ariel," they smiled as they entered her ward.

"Sorry we couldn't come to see you sooner," said Hiccup.

"We brought you some yummy snacks though," said Marcario holding up a fruit basket. "I hope you're feeling hungry."

Hiccup then pulled out a mechanical dragon. "I also made you a friend, I can only imagine how lonely you are with so few people visiting you."

The dragon then jumped off Hiccup's hand and landed in front of Ariel. He then looked up at her and tilted slightly.

"Hello," she said, looking at her curiously. "What's your name?"

Hiccup smiled. "Amber."

Eret was leaning against the doorway, watching from a safe distance. He was placed there just in case Ariel's power went out of control.

"Ariel said that she wants to meet Hiccup?" said Heather during one of their supplemental classes.

"Yes," Eret nodded. "More specifically, she seems concerned about him and Marcario. Apparently, this is her only request since she regained consciousness, so we're obliging."

Standing outside the ward were a doctor and a nurse.

"Are sure this is okay?" the nurse asked, looking concerned at the doctor. "You said it would be better for her to be quarantined and kept away anyone involved in the incident."

"I was worried about her powers, but now I don't think we need to be concerned," he said. "Currently, there's not enough energy left in that girl to go out of control."

Ariel looked at the two of the machine had Amber. "All this time, even when I had a fever, or I could think about was how much you did for me. How you saved me, but I don't even know what to call you." She then looked at Hiccup. "I know Vemillion's name, but that said. So who are you?"

"My name is Hiccup Haddock, but my hero name is Night Fury," he said, smiling.

"A hero name?" she blinked.

"Well, Night Fury is a bit long for you, but if you want you can call me Night if that's easy to remember?"

"Night," she said.

Hiccup nodded. "Right."

"So Vemillion and Night… and then there was a man wearing glasses." They knew that she was talking about Nighteye. "All if you got really hurt, because of me."

Eret had given them a warning before they had entered especially about Nighteye. 'As far as I understand, she is wracked with guilt and has been blaming herself for everything that happened. So we haven't told her about Nighteye.'

"It's all my fault, all the terrible stuff that happened," she cried. "I'm so sorry.

'She'll find out someday, but it's too cruel to tell her now.'

"I know that you lost your power because you were protecting me, Vemillion," she cried.

Marcario then placed a hand on her forehead. "Ariel, I guarantee that none of us think that this was your fault at all."

"He's right," Hiccup smiled. "As my father constantly said, it is an occupational hazard in our line of work. At this point well glad that you're all right, that was the main objective in our mission."

"You see there's no need to apologise," Marcario smiled. "Besides, we fought so hard so that we could see you smile."

Ariel looked at him and then began moving her lips, trying to smile and failing. She even tried to lift her lips with her fingers.

"This is so silly," she said. "I think I've forgotten how smiling feels."

Hiccup could only imagine what kind of emotional torture she was subjected to by Grimmel. He even treated like a person more like an experimental lab rat. 'She still traumatised by Grimmel's experiments and everything else he put her through. We may have been able to save her body from him, but her heart is still very much in his clutches. She doesn't know the first thing about what it means to be happy or even how to smile. I knew she was in a bad way that why I made Amber for her, but it's not enough nowhere near enough.'

His eyes then suddenly lit up when an idea popped into his head. 'Wait, according to the doctor that even though her horn is smaller, she's more in control and less likely to accidentally use her power. This is perfect, no real chance for her to run into outside the school.'

He then rose to his feet and then approached Eret. "Mr Eret, do you think Ariel can leave the hospital? Just for one day, I mean."

"It's not totally out of the question," he admitted. "Actually we were thinking we might have to—"

"Then I have an idea to bring her spirits up," said Hiccup.

Eret looked at him curiously. "And what would that be?"

"She should come with us to the Berk Festival," said Hiccup.

Marcario's eyes lit up as he got the idea.

"What's a festival?" Ariel frowned.

"Ariel… this is the best idea ever," said Marcario excitedly. "You're going to have such a blast. School Festival is a festival that takes place at our school. It's great, all the students plan out super duper exciting things for the rest of the classes to have fun with. There are different games performances, they sell food like candy apples."

"What's a candy apples?" Ariel asked, tilting her head curiously.

"It when they dip an apple in some crackly sugar staff and make it even sweeter."

"Sweeter how?"

"All right, I'll talk it over with the principal," said Eret pulling out his phone.

"Thank you," said Hiccup and looked back at Ariel. "Well, Ariel, what do you think?"

"You know a minute ago when I didn't know your name, I was saddened did know what to do," she said. "Because I knew more than anything that I just want to be friends with the people that helped me."

"Yes, that's what we want too," said Marcario and then looked at Hiccup. "We should start putting the case together and convince the principal. That way, we can be sure that she would be allowed."

"Yeah," Hiccup nodded.

"I'm on a break at school right now, so I can totally hang out with you before our festival date."

"A date?" Ariel blinked.

"That when two people who like each other spend time together."

"So we're going on a date?"

Hiccup laughed. "Perhaps that's enough for today."

Meanwhile, in New York City, the police there were busy trying to trace a certain individual.

"Commiss! Come here, you need to see this post it's a new video from you know who!"

The Commissioner then approached him. "We still haven't found a single clue yet, right? Let's find out where he uploaded this video from."

"We've tried, but he's way too good at covering his tracks."

"No excuses, please."

"Yes, sir."

He then clicked on the clip and played the video.

"Welcome dearest viewers, I bid you good day," said a voice with an obviously fake British accent. Then they heard music being played in the background. "Can you guess what I'm up to? Why not friends I'll show you."

The voice belonged to a rather handsome man wearing a British gentleman outfit, and he was currently in a convenience store, pointing a knife at the owner.

"Hold on," said the owner shaking. "I know you, it's you the guidance all over on that video site."

The man then placed a suitcase on the desk. "I hope you pardon my rudeness, but I simply don't have the time for idle chatter. Kindly put the cash into this briefcase before those worthless heroes decider showed themselves. Please…"

"Y-yeah, okay."

He then removed all the cash from the till and began putting it in the briefcase.

"Oh, and it would be ever so lovely if you could put the bills in stacks of 10."

"Sure, of course," said the owner as he began to stack the dollar bills.

It took about 10 minutes to do so and then he closed the briefcase.

"Much obliged," he said.

The door then opened in two heroes appeared.

"Drop your weapon!"

"This is bad Gentle," said a girl's voice in radio in his ear. "There are two heroes, will you be all right?"

The gentleman laughed. "Calm yourself, La Brava. Do you think a duo of dodgy do-gooders have hoped to stop me?"

It was that when the three more heroes arrived.

"Drop your weapon!" they said.

Realising that he was outnumbered he dropped the knife.

"Smart move, now the briefcase!"

"La Brava…" said the gentleman as he slowly placed the briefcase on the floor.

"Don't worry, I've got you covered."

"Cut to black if you please."

The video feed then immediately went black, and seconds later, the gentleman was leaving the store which was bouncing around like a bouncy castle and all that he was on the ground unconscious.

"Post-haste my darling girl," he said as he walked away.

"I can't leave yet, you forgot the cash," the girl reminded him.

"Pish posh, I'm merely paying the appearance fee," he said as he stopped. "Money is not the goal, rather to write my name in the annals of history. Yes, but it is I! I am Gentle… Gentle Criminal at your service and now dear viewers I must say cheerio until next time."

The video then came to an end.

"These are becoming more elaborate," said a detective.

"Going by Gentle Criminal now, huh?" said the Commissioner. "You think this guy is serious? Or is it all a joke? It impossible to tell."

Meanwhile Gentle was standing on top of a skyscraper next to a young girl with red hair tied in pigtails, who had to be La Brava.

"Oh man, Gentle!" she yelled, looking at her phone.

"What's troubling you La Brava?" Gentle asked.

"We're not getting many views on the new video, even though you are undeniably and absolutely wonderful today. I just don't get it?"

"As I thought," Gentle frowned. "To go down in history, I need to accomplish greater feats. It is time for proper spectacle. The question, of course, is what will it be?"

He then began to pour himself a cup of tea, but completely forgot about the high winds on top of the skyscraper causing the tea to fly into La Brava's face and himself.

"We must leave the entire world gobsmacked, impact is key," he said. "I need a scheme that no soul can ignore. Fret not, I will settle on something quite perfect of that I'm sure."