Dancer trots ahead of you, her bells jingling cheerfully as you head toward Snowman Village. The path winds past gumdrop hills and soon you see rows of smiling snowpeople standing proudly in front of their frosty houses. But these aren't regular snowpeople. This close to Christmas, Christmas Magic makes them alive. When Dancer calls out, all the snowpeople turn their carrot noses your way. "Santa's list is missing?" one tall snowman gasps. "Oh dear!" says a round snow-lady, pressing a mitten to her snowy cheek. Before you can answer, a tiny snow-girl zooms toward you, sliding on her belly like a penguin. "I'm Snowbelle Sprinklebuttons!" she chirps, her scarf bouncing. "I can help!" Behind her waddles her best friend, a snow-boy with a crooked hat made of a marshmallow cup. "I'm Frosty Flipplestick," he says proudly. "We were sledding earlier!" Snowbelle nods so fast her twig arms wiggle. "I saw a paper fly by! It left a golden trail of sparkles in the air—and it whooshed toward Gingerbread House Lane!" Frosty Flipplestick crosses his twig arms. "No way! I saw it blow toward Grumblebeard's Cave!" You blink. "Grumblebeard?" Dancer leans close and whispers, "Don't worry—he isn't dangerous. He's just… well… grumpy. Very, very grumpy. And he hates surprises."