Dressed to Impress

He may look like a wizard, but Heccaty Hootnightly is actually a mocktail mixologist. With a flair for dramatic glassware, unique flavors and accompanying spells (none of them have worked yet), Heccaty takes fruity concoctions to new heights. Drinks are brewed in cauldrons and served with a twist of theatrical flourish. His “Potion of Peppermint Clarity” is a certified Halloween classic – especially when paired with a savory snack. Looking for something with zing, glitter, and a fog effect? Heccaty’s your owl!

Bartholomew Bear has discovered snowboarding. Sort of. He’s mostly discovered the outfits. Now fully insulated in his fluff-trimmed snowsuit (complete with pretend zip and imaginary lift pass), he’s taken to the slopes in signature style: slow, steady, and with regular dance breaks. He talks a big game – “black runs only” – but his snowboard is mostly for posing, and his goggles have never seen a flake. Still, he looks the part. And for Bartholomew, that’s half the fun. (The other half is fondue.)

Bring the 'Bah, humbug', big-style, with Christmas Tree Ricky Rain Frog! Our squat, mossy frog wears a Christmas tree costume, with a star-topped hat and matching scalloped dress, all embroidered with baubles. Bring Ricky to the party and everyone smiles!

Timmy Turtle insists he’s not enjoying himself. The hat was a gift. The scarf’s on backwards. And frankly, the music’s too loud. But for someone so staunchly anti-festive, he’s suspiciously good on the ice. Where others wobble, Timmy glides. His shell provides perfect balance; his scowl, lazer focus. He claims it’s just physics – “a low center of gravity” – but there’s more to it than that. The triple turn last Thursday? Entirely intentional. Catch him early, before the crowds arrive, and you might see it. But mention it? He’ll deny it ever happened.

Peanut Penguin Snowboarding has it all. He’s got the gear, the stance, and a flawless heel-to-toe turn. There’s just one problem: he really, really doesn’t like the cold. His approach? Hit the slopes early, nail a run or two, then retire to the chalet with a hot chocolate and a hairdryer down his coat. He says it's about “optimising core temperature”. Winter Puppy calls it “snow-dodging”. (He’s not wrong.) Still, Peanut’s a thrill-seeker at heart. Give him blue skies, low winds and an après-ski playlist, and he’s carving like a pro. Just don’t expect him out in a blizzard. Or before 10am. Or without thermal socks pre-warmed by Ricky Rain Frog’s radiator.