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Pull!

Nice! That's how we do it, bud. Whoa!

Snotnut wins!

One out of two ain't bad.

And for what it's worth, I always knew red was your color.

- Ah, Astrid, thank you. - I was talking to Toothless.

Hey. What do you guys think of my face paint?

- Ah! - Whoa.

- What? Too subtle? - Yeah, just a bit.

Yeah? Well, at least I didn't paint my face to look like a target.

A not-subtle target.

I'll have you know that this is the official Ingerman family crest.

Wow. Two circles and a line.

How creative.

Snotnut!

I told you my sheep launcher would work.

Yeah. It only took 32 tries to get it right.

Bull's-eye.

Hmph. Viking...

Twenty-nine!

That sheep is a maniac.

Thirty!

That sheep is invincible.

Thirty-one!

Seventy-four!

That sheep is insane!

Well, you know what they say.

You can't make an omelet without breaking a few legs.

That's actually not the saying.

It isn't? Then we need to send out some apologies.

Yeah. We better start with Mom.

Clearly my sheep launcher is ready for today's dragon race.

Wait, wait, wait. Who says you get to decide?

I do. Snotlout invented the sport.

What? You invented dragon racing?

Duh! Dragon racing, my idea.

I think one of those flying sheep hit you in the head.

While that may be true, it doesn't change the fact

that I came up with dragon racing.

That's really not how I remember it.

Oh. So now you're all about remembering things!

I don't even know how to answer that.

I do. Let's think back. Shall we?

It was a few days before the big annual regatta.

- I know that. - Just listen!

Okay. Okay.

Uff. Someone didn't get her beauty sleep.

I'm all ears.

As I was saying, we were getting ready for the big regatta.

Incoming!

This is outrageous!

Yes. Just another day in Berk.

Gobber. So, what's going on here?

Just a bit of rogue wool. Nothing old Gobber can't handle.

Where did all these sheep come from?

That would be Not So Silent Sven.

Apparently, the herd took a vote,

and they aren't too thrilled with the sound of his new voice.

You ungrateful sack of fur! Come back!

Yeah, I get that.

Okay, little lady.

I may be big, but I'm fast on my feet.

Uh, Dad?

Shouldn't you be getting ready for the big boat race?

Yes, the regatta. And this is the last thing I need.

So why don't you gather up the dragon riders,

and get these sheep back in their pens, now!

Nooo!

If I have to hear that sound one more time,

I'm going to put Gobber's hook through my own head.

Done it! Wouldn't advise it.

We will get this under control, Dad. Nothing to worry about.

All right, gang. You know the drill.

Come on, girl. You got it! Whoa!

- Hey! That little guy was mine! - And now he's mine.

I know, girl. She's always so competitive.

Two woolies in the tunnel. Let's gas 'em and blast 'em.

- Let's slap 'em and pass 'em. - And never even ask 'em.

All three of those things rhymed.

All right!

Whoa! Sheep in a barrel, baby.

- Hey! - Come on!

Great job, bud. I see one more.

Okay, barrel roll.

Toothless, not so...

I did not need to see that.

How many did you get?

Three.

Huh. Me, too.

What is that disgusting smell?

Trust me. You don't want to know.

Yeah. They like it. That's all that matters.

Hey, sheep. No means no.

- So, we all got three. - Ha. Not all of us.

Get a load of Fishlug. Big fat yak egg.

Oh, yeah? Show 'em, girl.

Well, I guess it's a tie.

- What's a tie? - The sheep-catching competition.

Oh, for... Does it always have to be a competition?

Yes!

Where is he? Where is he? Where is my prized black sheep?

He's still out there!

I hope he didn't fall down the well again.

We'll check the well first, Sven.

- You know what this means? - Tie-breaker.

Not a competition!

- Yeah! - All right!

- This is awesome! - I will crush you all!

Dark wool, dead ahead. Get it! Get it! Get it!

Whoa. Stupid baby yak.

Come on, bud. Come on, bud.

- You got him. - Don't let him get in your head.

Hey!

Gobber, look out!

Should have seen that one coming.

This is outrageous!

Winning!

Oh, Hiccup, I'll see you later. Snotnut!

Thank you so much, Gobber.

- What was so important? - Let me think.

Hiccup, get over here!

Ah, that's it. Chief wants to see you.

Says it's important.

- Great. - Don't mention it.

Hiccup, I'm leaving town for a couple days on official business.

I've managed to locate wood on Loki Island

that's lighter and stronger than anything we've ever seen!

We're building our ship out of it!

I'm leaving you in charge.

You'll be Acting Chief while I'm gone.

- Your sole focus is... - Oh, let me guess. The regatta.

- Well, don't look so excited. - Oh, I'm excited!

Yeah, you know, I love setting up stands and putting up banners

and getting everyone fired up to watch boats sail

slowly across the harbor.

Hiccup, we Vikings have always had something to fight about.

Be it dragons or Dagur or Alvin.

If we're not fighting something, we're fighting each other.

Come here!

Stay down!

I rest my case.

Look, the regatta's a good way to blow off steam.

That's sort of old.

Couldn't we come up with something a bit more current?

Hiccup, it's a tradition.

And it's worked for many, many a year. Thank you very much.

All right, Dad. I got it. We both do. Right, bud?

That's my boy!

- Wow. - Fishlegs, please.

Do you know how creepy that is?

Sorry, Hiccup. I just couldn't help overhearing.

You're in charge of the regatta? Do you know what an honor that is?

It's... It's... How do I find the words?

- A boat race? - Hiccup, Hiccup, Hiccup.

That's like saying a Gronckle is just a dragon.

Oh, hey, Meatlug. Wait.

What do you guys have going on over there?

Wow, wow, wow. Not so fast!

Top secret stuff under there.

Meatlug and I have been working day and night

to carry on the Ingerman family tradition.

It's our first regatta. I'm finally old enough.

Isn't that exciting? Oh, girl, just hold me!

Oh, I can hardly contain myself.

All right, so here's how it works.

The sheep are hidden everywhere, which means you can't see them.

- Hence, the hidden part? - Whoa.

Somebody's been paying attention. All right.

- Wait, where was I? - The sheep.

Of course I was, Ruffnut.

And the sheep are hidden, but we are not.

- Not what? - Not hidden. Ugh.

Someone has not been paying attention.

Anyway. Grab as many sheep as you can.

If two riders get to one sheep at the same time,

you can tear it in half! Half a sheep equals half a point.

Gang, I hate to be that guy, but, no, there isn't

going to be any sheep tearing in the near future.

Why not?

Because there isn't going to be any dragon-sheep racing.

Hey, who made you Chief?

- Stoick. - So? Who made Stoick Chief?

- Just wondering. - Look, guys, I've been

given strict instructions to prepare for the regatta.

- Oh, man! - Come on!

Astrid, will you please back me up on this?

Okay. Guys, you heard the Acting Chief.

- No dragon racing. - Thank you.

He's up by a point! Oy, oy, oy!

Oh, you gotta be kidding.

- Yeah! - Thank you very much.

Hey, half that sheep is mine.

Yeah, and half of that half is mine!

Sorry!

Really, Astrid? Where's the love for the Acting Chief?

This is better than the regatta!

All right. Come on, everyone. Let's just take a seat.

Dragon race!

Can you help me, bud?

Okay. I know you all had a lot of fun today

with the dragon academy doing exactly

- what they promised they would not do. - I didn't make any promises.

- Did you? - Not a one.

All right. I know you all want to blow off steam, but,

hey, what could be better than a spirited regatta?

I'll tell you what's better. Anything not named "regatta."

And how about a dragon race? Dragon race!

Dragon race! Dragon race!

What's wrong, Hiccup?

You afraid you and Toothless are no match for 5,000 pounds of muscle?

Wow. Sounds like Snotlout's calling someone out.

You're supposed to be on my side, Astrid.

All I'm saying is, Stoick isn't going to be back for a few days,

and isn't this a great way to blow off steam, too?

The sheep start at Silent Sven's farm.

The racers will be at the academy.

On the start, the sheep are released.

Once caught, we drop them in the baskets. Any other suggestions?

- Teams. - What do you mean, teams?

We should have teams.

Really? And how do you propose we pick these teams?

Oh, we already did. Me and the Twins against you, Astrid and Fishface.

- Yeah. We even have a team name. - Snotnuts.

Wow! How did I not think of that first?

I think that's pretty obvious.

I mean, we're sort of the more creative element of the group.

This is gonna be too easy.

Sorry, Hiccup. Can't do it.

Can't afford to take one moment away from my preparations.

And frankly, I am surprised that you would shirk your responsibilities

as Acting Chief and give over to the whims of the masses.

What? I'm not giving over to anything.

Come on, Fishlegs.

Wouldn't you love to take out Snotlout and the Twins?

- Or should I say Snotnuts? - Snotnuts?

How long did it take them to come up with that?

As tempting as it is,

Meatlug and I have one thing on our minds and one thing only.

We are going sailing.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

my first mate and I have some last-minute preparations to do.

- Huh? - I don't know.

Come on, Hiccup!

All right, gang. When Gothi drops that flag, we race.

Hey, losers.

- What? - What?

- Oh, sorry, were you talking to us? - No, I was talking to the other team.

You guys aren't the losers. You're part of me. I'm a winner.

- Oh! - Oh! Makes sense.

If you guys race as well as you trash talk, you're in big trouble.

Oh, yeah? Well, welcome to Loserville.

And I'm the mayor. I'm gonna give you the key to being a loser.

Wait. No, that doesn't work.

- Whoo! Who-hoo! - Ya-whoo! Yeah!

- Come on, Toothless. - Yeah!

Yeah!

All right, buddy, here we go. Here we go.

Yes, white woolies.

- Got you! - Zippleback, baby.

Let's go, girl.

- I'm not turning. I'm not turning! - Well, neither am I!

Knew it.

Here, little sheepy, sheepy. Don't worry.

It's just your old buddy, Tuff...

- No! Ouch! - Gotcha. Thanks, Tuff!

Sheep!

And the teams are all tied up.

Black Sheep! Tie-breaker!

There's the Black Sheep! Get it! Get it! Get it!

Whoa!

Dark wool, dead ahead. I love dark wool.

- Not backing off this time. - That's what you always say.

Right before you back off.

- Snotlout! - Oh, no!

Astrid, are you all right?

My arm! I can't believe you!

Sorry. I'll go get Gothi.

Right after I drop this off! Yeah!

Snotnut!

Bulls-eye.

Dragon race! Dragon race!

No, no, guys. The deal was one dragon race,

and then back to the regatta!

Okay. Hey, everyone. Okay, okay.

- Hiccup is right. - What?

Let's all start getting ready for the awesome boat race.

I mean, it's not like he could beat Team Snotnuts anyway.

Come on, Hiccup.

Astrid, there is no way you can race like that.

Sorry, folks. We can't have a rematch anyway.

- He doesn't even have a teammate. - Oh, yeah? Says who?

You're not seriously thinking about...

Hiccup, we've been over this. My allegiance is here.

I'm a sailor through and through.

There's nothing that can stop me from bringing home regatta gold.

Meatlug and I are gonna make sailing history.

Oh, no. Are you seasick?

What time is that dragon race again?

- His new teammate is Fishlegs? - They're so slow,

we won't even have to use your super-secret plan.

- Exactly. - Wait, what was the plan again?

Racers ready.

- And... - Hiccup!

Oh-oh.

Dad! Well, welcome back.

- Early. I can explain. - I hope so.

Because these don't look like regatta decorations to me.

So, Dad, you know, being Acting Chief means that

sometimes I have to make hard choices for the good of the people.

Uh-huh?

So I had to make one of said really hard choices,

and I chose to replace the regatta with dragon racing.

Oh, really? And you did this by yourself?

- Yep, yep. Just me. - Totally contradicting my orders.

Yep, yep. Again, that would be yes, again.

Well, well, well.

I suppose there's only one thing left for me to do.

- Oh Thor. - Run the dragon race!

- Wait. What? - You heard me.

But if we're gonna do it, we're gonna do it right.

Now, get everyone together. I have some ideas.

Face paint! Nice touch, Dad.

Well, it does give a warrior feel, doesn't it?

Oh. Yeah.

Welcome to the first annual Berk Dragon Race!

We have two teams.

The green team, Team Snotnuts.

And the red team, Team Hicclegs?

M-hm! I thought of that.

Yes, Fishlegs. That's quite apparent.

All right. Each sheep is worth one point.

Except the Black Sheep, which is worth five.

I've appointed a referee to make sure there's no funny business.

Why does he always look directly at us when he says that?

The winner of today's race will have their portrait

hung in the great hall and a feast thrown in their honor.

Might as well call it the Feast of Snot.

Snot Feast. A Feast of Snot.

Are we ready?

Keep going, girl. Hey!

- Come on! - Nice try, Fishie! This wool is mine.

Snotnut!

Hey, out of the way! Move!

In your face, Hiccup. Two sheep.

I mean, not in your face, but, you know, that we got them.

- That's in your face. - Uh, you were saying?

Another score!

Beats the heck out of the old boat race, doesn't it, Chief?

Boat race was good, too.

One mutton to go, with a side order of victory.

Sorry, Snotlout. Your kitchen is closed.

Whoo whoo!

You know, these aren't Sven's sheep.

No one will know the difference.

That's because you won't be using them.

Hey, come on. If you aren't cheating, you aren't trying. Right?

Ow!

- That's it, girl. - Fishlegs!

Come on. Let's go. Hey!

Hiccup!

Sweet!

It's all tied up.

Hicclegs and Snotnuts are dead even at 25 points.

Whoever catches the Black Sheep wins.

That's a go on the super-secret plan.

We gotta find that Black Sheep.

I have an idea! Something Silent Sven said.

- The Black Sheep always falls into... - The well!

- Exactly. - Let's go.

That's it. Steady, girl. Steady.

- Incoming! - Here we go!

I'm here all week. Try the mutton.

The winner is Team Snotnuts!

Snotnuts!

Snotlout, you are good!

Whoo! Whoo whoo!

- Yeah! - Well, Snotnuts.

- Congratulations. - Hey, good game.

In your one-legged dreams!

Oh, the leg thing. That's appropriate.

I've got three words for you. Un-de-feated!

Boy, do I enjoy your company.

Not so fast, Snotlout.

- Oh-oh. - What's going on here? Sven!

Oh! There's only one Black Sheep, Stoick.

- And it's ours. - Yes, that's right.

You're the real Black Sheep, aren't you?

Little sheepy. Little sheepy weepy.

- Little shmeedy sheepy. - Outrageous!

How could you? I am ashamed.

I'm so sorry, everyone.

Uh... This was supposed to be quick-dry paint. Right?

We have a reversal, folks!

With the real Black Sheep, the winner is Team Hicclegs!

- You are officially relieved as Acting Chief. - Oh! Thank Thor!

Dad, it's all yours.

Bud, let's get out of here before he changes his mind.

Ah! So, I guess technically it was Tuffnut who invented this sport.

- Ugh. - Which is disturbing.

Yeah. Technically, it was.

That's embarrassing.

Well, at least you came up with most of the rules.

- Well, this is depressing. - Look, we all played a part in it.

- Really? What did I do? - The cheating. That was all you!

Yeah. Yeah! I did cheat!

No one can take that away from me.

Actually, he had no idea what we were doing.

Yeah. He wasn't even in on the super-secret plan.

Stop your yammering. Put your back into it, woman.

Okay. How about we all invented dragon racing?

- Can we just say that? - Oh, sure.

But it wouldn't be accurate 'cause Snotlout did nothing.

No thing. Zippo. Goose egg. Yeah, I said it.

It was like he wasn't even... Ow!

- ... there. - I did, however, invent this.

Snotlout!

That's right, bud. Race time.

- Yeah! Let's do it! - All right!

- Hey, target face, this way. - Ugh! Ingerman family crest!

I may not have invented this game, but I'm gonna win it!

Not if we have anything to say about it.

Toothless, let's take him down. Let's go, bud!