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Let's go, bud.

Whoa, nice.

This is Berk.

For generations, it was viking against dragon.

The battles were ferocious.

Then one day, everything changed.

I met Toothless.

Together, we've shown people here

that instead of fighting dragons,

we can ride them,

live with them, even train them.

Okay, guys. Best trick competion.

Who's up first?

- Uh... - me.

Actually, I think it's...

me.

Sweet baby Thor in a thunderstorm, go!

Oh, don't worry, we'll go.

And when we go, Hookfang and I are gonna light the sky on fire!

I'm alive?

I'm alive!

- Of course I am. - It's my turn!

Ready, Meatlug? Here we go!

Yes!

New personal best.

- My turn! - No, my turn!

Guys, same dragon.

Oh, right.

- Go left. - No, right!

- No, no, no, right! - No, left!

This is awesome and scary!

We almost died.

Ugh, I know.

Go again?

Hey, it's my turn.

You might want to take notes.

Let's go. Yah!

Okay, Stormfly. Tail flip.

Now twirl!

Quick, upward spiral!

All right, Stormfly!

Yea, but can you do it without the dragon?

Well, looks like we got our work cut out for us, there, bud.

Yea.. Wow...

They're still the best.

Another win.

Good job, bud.

Yep, dragons.

Most people on Berk would say life here is better

since we made peace with them.

Unfortunately, dragons are still, well, dragons.

Oh, ah, dragon!

Let go of my food!

Drop it, pesky dragon!

Dragons!

Get off my roof, you pest!

Let go of that! Those are my apples!

Give me back my dainties, dragon!

Incoming!

Look out!

Dragon poop!

Eew, gross, gross, gross.

Oh, poop. Oh, that's disgusting.

Hey, Mulch. Hey, Bucket.

Sorry about the, uh...

Every day at 3:00.

They're regular. A tip of the cap.

Better than the days when it was kill or be killed.

Hey, we've got some fish for that father of yours.

Bucket, give the boy the cod.

I ate it already? Did I enjoy it?

Uh, no, uh, actually, Bucket, I'm... i'm afraid the, uh...

Most of us here on Berk

are willing to take the good with the bad.

But there are those who will never accept the dragons,

and will do anything to drive them away.

Dragons.

I should've known.

Helps himself to my roof and my cabbage.

My whole field!

Gone!

That tears it, Fungus.

Stand the elk up in the back.

Fishing boats just came in with a big catch.

Stoick.

Ah, here's Mildew with the complaint of the day.

You picked a bad time, Mildew.

I'm in the middle of storing food.

The freeze is coming.

It's the dragons again.

Those demons are not fit to live among civilized men.

Neither are you, Mildew.

Why do you think we built your house

so far outside of town?

Oh, very well, make your jokes.

Meanwhile, these dragons upend our village carts...

turn people's houses into piles of rubble!

Aye, Mildew's right!

They even disturb an old man's rest!

Can't you see these bags under me eyes?

He's right. He's hideous.

These are wild and unpredictable beasts.

Right you are!

They even cracked this man's skull like an egg.

Eggs? I like eggs. Scrambled, over easy, poached.

You need to put those dragons in cages.

I agree!

If you don't, they'll eat us out of house and home

And destroy the entire village.

They don't mean any harm,

they're just dragons being dragons.

Look, Mildew, if there's a problem, I'll deal with it.

Oh, there is a problem, Stoick.

And I think I speak for everyone when I say,

you better do something about it.

We can't just let dragons run wild

like they own the place.

Hey, we could put up signs.

Signs? For dragons?

No, for the people.

Signs? For vikings?

We're not big readers, Stoick.

Then we'll build a huge net and stretch it around the plaza.

Nets? You do know they breathe fire.

I know very well they breathe fire, Gobber.

Maybe Mildew was right.

- We have to figure... - No, dad, wait.

What if I deal with the dragons?

You?

Who else?

If anyone can control them, I can.

I'm the best man for the job.

You're not a man yet, Hiccup.

Not if you don't give me the chance to be.

Fair enough.

You'll have your chance. Starting tomorrow.

Okay, gang. There's gonna be some changes around here.

Get out! Shoo!

For the last time, get your nose out of my bread!

Hold on, I'll help you... just...

No.

All right.

Okay.

Toothless, stop that fight. I'll put out the sheep.

Okay. Okay.

Get out!

Get back here with my cart!

Bring that back here!

Enough of these dragons!

What's he doing?

Uh, I think he's helping the dragons break stuff.

Cool.

Wow. He could really use our help.

- We'll get to it. - In a minute.

Sorry about that.

And it's 3 o'clock...

Oh, no!

Oh, everything hurts.

Even this.

Hiccup?

Astrid? Perfect.

I don't look too beat up, do I?

Oh, great. Dragon pity.

Hey, Astrid.

What a nice surprise.

So, how was your day?

Uh, uneventful.

Hung around the plaza.

- You know. - Yeah, I do know.

We saw you out there.

It's hard to believe you're still standing.

I'm gonna be seeing flaming sheep in my dreams

for the next month.

Hiccup!

What's going on out there? The plaza looks like a war zone.

- I know it looks bad. - Really bad.

But this is only, uh, phase one

of my master plan.

Oh. So you do have a plan.

I do. Of course I do.

It's very complex,

lots of drawings, several moving parts.

Yeah, it's, uh, pretty wild.

Well, this better be real,

because Mildew stirred up the whole island.

And if you don't get those dragons under control,

they'll be calling for their heads.

Don't worry, bud. Your head's not going anywhere.

You do realize there are, like,

a bazillion dragons out there, and only one of you.

I hope you really do have a plan.

That's your plan?

Train dragons?

Here? Where we used to kill them?

Right. Because we don't do that anymore.

That's why it's available.

Actually, the dragons do seem a little nervous.

That's because they're very sensitive.

Meatlug especially.

She lost a cousin here.

We try not to talk about it.

It's amazing your dad just gave us the arena.

Well, it would be, if he did, yeah.

But he didn't, so that's another thing we should

try not to talk about.

Wait, so, we're going behind your father's back.

There you go. Talking about it.

Uh, all right.

Everybody, here's the thing.

The dragons are out of control.

We want them to live in our world without destroying it,

but they can't without our help.

They've been blowing things up in the village.

We've gotta do something about that.

Got it. Help dragons blow things up.

We can totally do that.

No, I believe I said...

Here's how we're gonna do it.

First, we make them really, really angry.

No problem.

We anger everybody.

Guys, this is serious.

Mildew wants all of our dragons caged.

And I don't know about you, but that's not okay with me.

You're right. She's sorry.

Okay, then. Next problem.

The dragons are eating everything in sight.

Now, when a dragon grabs something

it's not supposed to have,

you can get him to drop it

by giving him a little scratch just below the chin.

Eh, no, no, no, no.

Maybe that works for you and Toothless,

but Hookfang and me, we do things a little different.

When I want this big boy to do something,

I just get right in his face and...

drop that right now! You hear me?

See? He dropped it.

Should we help him?

Yeah, in a minute.

All right, we've got a lot of traing to do.

But together, we can keep these dragons under control.

Uh, can somebody do that chin-scratchy thing?

Hello? You guys still there?

Huh. No dragons.

- That was easy. - Lunch?

That's weird.

If the dragons aren't here, where are they?

Something tells me that way.

Stormfly?

Hookfang?

They've eaten everything.

We've got nothing left for the freeze.

I warned you, Stoick.

But did you listen to me? No.

You put a bunch of teenagers in charge.

Now look what the dragons have done.

Caging is too good for those beasts.

Dad, I swear I can fix this.

We... we were just starting to...

Enough, Hiccup.

How can I trust you to control all the dragons,

when you couldn't even control your own?

Oh, Toothless.

Bucket, Mulch, man the boats. We need another catch.

It's too late, Stoick.

It took us six months to catch all that fish.

Don't tell me it's too late.

We've got to try.

Of course we do.

Uh, don't tell the chief it's too late.

You're always so negative.

I don't know what it is with me.

Dad, please, you gotta listen to me.

I know dragons better than...

Not now. I have a village to feed.

The dragons have done enough damage.

By tonight, I want every one of them caged.

Understand?

Bah! You can't just cage these dragons.

You need to send them away now!

You're right, Mildew.

We'll cage them tonight, and in the morning,

Hiccup will send them off the island.

I'm sorry, son.

I can't believe we have to send them away.

It's gonna be weird.

I got used to Stormfly's face

being the first thing I see every morning.

Every night before I went to sleep,

meatlug would lick my feet.

Who's gonna do that now?

I volunteer Tuffnut.

Whatever. What time should I be there?

Come on, guys, let's get this over with.

This is the worst day of my life.

We're never gonna see our dragons again.

We can't let that happen.

Toothless is the best friend I've ever had.

Oh, Toothless. I'm gonna miss you so much.

You know what your mistake was?

Thinking dragons could be trained.

A dragon's gonna do what a dragon's gonna do.

It's their nature.

And nature always wins.

Oh, thank you, Toothless.

You know what?

Mildew's absolutely right.

Come on, bud.

Goodbye Hookfang.

I'm sorry, Stormfly.

Now, go.

Feels like big, sharp teeth

are tearing at this thing in my chest.

That's what it feels like when your heart is breaking.

I don't have a heart. I'm not a girl.

Don't close it!

We are not locking them up.

What happened?

Did you change your father's mind?

Or are we going behind his back again?

Uh, one of those.

Look, the dragons are gonna do what they're gonna do.

It's their nature.

We just need to learn how to use it.

Ah, the nets are empty again.

Did I eat them already?

Did I enjoy it?

Oh, am I being too negative?

Snotlout, scare us up some dinner.

Dragon attack!

Hey, thanks, dragon.

That's right! That just happened!

Come on, follow me.

Afternoon, Mildew!

3 o'clock. Time for the fertilizer.

Okay, Meatlug. Let 'er rip.

Smile, Mildew.

We just saved you three months of work.

That was awesome!

How did you know that was gonna work?

Because they're dragons,

so they're gonna do what dragons do.

We just have to work with them and not against them.

You know who we should actually be thanking...

There they are, Stoick.

Those dragons don't look like they're in cages to me.

No.

This is not what I asked for.

Oh, no.

What's Stoick gonna do to us?

- I'm too pretty for jail. - Heh. Where'd you hear that?

You all disobeyed my orders, and there will be consequences.

I told you we were gonna get in trouble.

Ugh, you never listen to me.

Dad, if anyone's going to get in trouble, it should be me.

No, you all had a hand in this.

Oh, this is gonna be great, Fungus.

It's about to get ugly.

You took over this place without asking.

You released the dragons against my wishes.

Things are going to change around here.

That's why...

We're getting a dragon training academy!

Huh?

Gobber! I wanted to tell them!

I'm sorry. You're right. Go ahead.

Well, you told most of it.

You can tell 'em the part about how proud you are of them.

Gobber!

Hiccup...

well, what he said...

You've all made me proud.

This dragon training academy is for you.

Hookfang!

Hey, Stormfly.

I missed you so much.

Hey, bud.

I'll get those dragons yet.

Now all you have to do is train 'em.

Not a problem, dad.

After all, I've got him.

And them too.

Dragons can't change who they are.

But who would want them to?

Dragons are powerful, amazing creatures.

" Berk Dragon Academy "

I like the sound of that.

And as long as it takes me,

I am going to learn everything there is to know about them.

Wouldn't you?

Let's go, bud.

Wow... Ooh... Nice...

Everybody needs a place in the world.

Some people are born to theirs.

- Raise the main sail! - Aye!

- Turn her toward starboard! - Aye, aye, sir!

Some people discover theirs.

And some people make a place for themselves...

Grab a weapon!

No time to be choosy!

But then the world around them changes,

and the place they made is gone.

Every dragon has his own unique abilities

that give it its special place in the world.

Which dragon makes the best welding torch?

Oh, Deadly Nadder.

Its magnesium flame burns with the heat of the sun.

Correct. Point to team Astrid.

Score is now 100 to 10.

And you started with 10.

Oh, yeah? Well, the game's not over.

Wait, what team am I on?

Next question.

What is the shot limit of a hideous zippleback, team Snotlout?

I don't think they can count that high.

Oh, really? Let's find out.

Barf, belch...

Heh. Looks like it's about three.

Told you we could count that high.

It's six. You were half-right. Five points.

Yes! We're up to 30.

All right, it's our turn.

What happens when you shoot fire at the owner of a deadly nadder?

No fair. She didn't give us time to answer.

I've got a question.

What happens when I sit Hookfang on you?

Okay, guys, that's enough training.

So we did some really good work here today.

Prepare to face the monstrous nightmare!

Aww... that's the third time this week!

Uuhhhh... Sweet relief...

Hookfang never flames up when you're riding him.

Is he okay?

Maybe he just realized who his owner is.

There's room in here for two.

Gather around. Come on, one and all.

You may think these dragon-killing weapons

have no more use, but think again.

This long sword is now a lovely butter knife.

Eh...

It's also great for making bread crumbs.

Moving on.

Well, this is a dark day.

A great dragon slayer peddling his weapons as kitchen utensils.

Up next, how about this-uh...

Handy fly swatter.

Uh-ha... also good for getting rid of unwanted tables.

Now, for the lady of the house.

When the hubby's off pillaging,

how are you going to protect yourself from home invaders?

No problem when you have big bertha.

Wait. There's more. Come back.

You haven't seen everything yet!

I haven't cleared out my dungeon yet!

That's okay, Bertha. We'll find a place for ya.

Oh, it's hard to watch.

Especially for you, eh, Hiccup?

The feelings of guilt must be tearing at your insides.

I mean, you put him out of business

with your little peace pact with the dragons.

You ruined his life. Bravo.

You know Gobber made this for me?

He taught me everything I needed to know to make your tail.

I've got to find some way to help him.

Tough day of chiefing, dad?

I was all over the island.

I married the Svensson girl to the Odegaard boy at dawn,

then down to the fields

where some kids were tipping over yaks,

then back up to the newlyweds to settle a domestic dispute.

I guess that honeymoon is over.

Sometimes I wish there were two of me.

That... there... there are two of you!

Is that another crack about my weight?

No, I mean Gobber. He can be the other you.

Gobber?

Oh, he's way too busy making all those dragon-killing...

Eh, well, used to be, until you...

Which is great, except for Gobber.

Exactly my point.

You know, that's actually not such a bad idea.

I could use a right hand.

Which works out great,

'cause that's kinda the only one he has.

I greatly appreciate you helping me out, Gobber.

I'm just glad I could find

time in my busy schedule, Stoick.

I've got a full day ahead of me. Here's your half.

Oh, this'll be interesting.

Now remember, some of these situations are delicate.

They require diplomacy.

Oh, no problem. I'm great at...

That.

Really? You?

Y- you can speak to people with tact and sensitivity?

Oh, I thought it meant clubbing people on the head

and asking questions later,

but I can give your thing a shot.

Whosoever brings this child forth into the Hooligan tribe,

let he be known.

As a representative of the chief,

I welcome this baby into the Hooligan tribe,

and pronounce the name to be...

Yech... Hildegard?

Doesn't seem like a Hildegard to me.

Let's go with Magnus.

But she's a girl, Gobber.

Don't worry. She's not gonna look like one.

Magnus it is.

And please accept this teething toy

on behalf of Stoick the Vast.

No!

Bucket says you never paid him for the sheep.

I never bought a sheep.

Who's that?

The little woman?

Oh, Mulch. You're cheating me now?

Clearly, there's only one way to settle this.

Diplomacy, check.

All right, what's next?

I know the conventional thinking when repairing a ship is wood,

but if you ask me,

there's nothing like a good, old slab of iron.

Nothing's getting through this.

Gobber! What do you think you're doing?

Just checking another item off the list.

And adding an item for later.

"Recover sunken ship."

Same time tomorrow?

Here you go, dad.

Wow, a two-block headache.

You know, dad, I think you're being a wee bit rough on Gobber.

It was his first day.

Tomorrow'll be way better.

Oh, it will be for me because it won't involve Gobber.

What do you mean?

I tried to fit a square peg in a round hole,

and it sunk a ship and named a baby girl "Magnus."

Now, I'm not saying she didn't look like a Magnus,

but try telling that to her parents.

I can't believe you let him go.

Well, we've got to help him.

"We" don't have to do anything.

You, on the other hand,

are going to be very busy finding a job for Gobber.

You're bringing Gobber here?

He's gonna be great.

Nobody knows dragons like old Gobber.

He has spent a lifetime, you know, studying them.

If we can tap into that, we'll all be better dragon trainers.

I'm back! Did ya miss me?

First of all, uh, welcome.

Uh, and second, uh, tiny question.

Why, uh, did you bring your, you know...

Killing things?

I thought maybe we could train them...

By threatening to kill them.

That's how my daddy taught me to swim.

School's in session!

Eh, I didn't like school either.

What's wrong with you guys?

Ugh, we've been riding our dragons for four hours.

It took forever to chase them down

after Gobber scared them away.

Yeah, I'm sorry about that.

I just don't know what to do with him.

Do you guys always have to fight?

It's okay, I asked her to do that.

I was just trying to get the feeling back.

You gonna return the favor, or what?

I've flown for hours on Toothless,

and I've never had a problem.

That's because you have a saddle.

Saddles!

Saddles? I love it!

I've got so many ideas.

But not like these. Good ones.

I'm glad you're excited,

but I still think there are some things

in my designs you could use.

I mean, you did teach me everything I know.

Exactly.

That's why you should let Gobber do what Gobber does best.

I've been making saddles since you were in diapers.

In fact, I made your diapers.

I know you know what you're doing,

but keep in mind, every dragon is different.

- So, you need to adjust the- - Hiccup.

- But- - Hiccup.

- But I just think- - Hiccup.

I may have taught you everything you know,

but I haven't taught you everything I know.

♪ I've got my axe, and I've got my mace ♪

♪ and I love my wife with the ugly face ♪

♪ I'm a viking through and through ♪

You know, he doesn't sing that song

unless he's actually very happy.

I think we did a good thing.

All right, this is an exciting day for all of us.

Gobber has been working hard to...

I think they might want to hear from the artist himself.

I've made a lot of saddles in my day.

Horse, donkey, and now dragon.

But these saddles are special.

They're like my children.

That is, if you strapped your child

to a flaming reptile and rode it.

So without further ado...

Uh, wow, Gobber...

This-this is certainly not what I imagined.

How could it be? I'm Gobber.

Nobody knows what it's like to live in here.

- But is that- - Yep.

Flamethrower.

Didn't see that one coming, did ya?

Uh, no. No, not- Not for dragons.

They come with one built in, actually.

I know, but can you ever really have too much firepower?

Uh, catapults for the twins?

Not such a good idea.

You can do it, girl. Think light.

Oh, come on.

You can't tell me my saddle is heavier than fishlegs.

My mom says i'm just husky.

Come on, Hookfang. What's wrong with you?

That's it. Someone's trading with me.

Yeah, sure.

I'll trade my perfect dragon for an angry oven.

This saddle's actually pretty good.

Wait till you try the horn.

Really? Again?

So anyway, I... I think we're

really gonna need to make a few...

Changes. I'm way ahead of you.

I've got so many ideas.

It's getting crowded up here.

My Odin.

This place looked better when we were killing dragons here.

Yeah, we sort of got "Gobbered".

Well, you know Gobber. He means well.

He just doesn't always do well.

So what are you gonna do about him?

I'm gonna clean up his messes and redo his work.

- Look, Gobber's like family. - Yeah, I know he is.

That's why I can't say anything to him.

No, son, that's why you have to.

It's not fair to you, and it's not fair to Gobber.

Why do I have to say something to him?

You didn't. You just passed him off to me.

That's what the chief does. He delegates.

Look, I gave you this academy

because it's the best thing for Berk.

Now, you have to do what's best for the academy.

And I'm sorry, son, but what's best is very rarely what's easy.

What about him?

Leave him. He's going for a record.

Enough said.

Hey, you never know, bud.

Maybe Gobber finally looked at my plans

and is actually making the saddles better.

Or not.

Gobber?

Don't shoot!

I would never shoot you, Hiccup.

Unless I absolutely had to.

Uuh... uuh... uhh... yeah.

Still, if you could please put the crossbow down,

I know I'd feel better.

You know, about the weapons...

Maybe the catapults were a bit much

for some of the dragons yesterday.

So I've gone a different way.

I've gotten rid of the two big ones.

Gobber, that's great.

And replaced them with six little ones!

Yeah, um...

Gobber, we need to talk.

Uh, I think it might be time for you to take a little break.

In case you hadn't noticed,

the only time a viking takes a break is to die.

Maybe "break" is the wrong word.

What I mean is I'm not sure things are working out.

Well, get back to me when you're sure.

Okay, I'm sure.

Gobber, I'm gonna need to take you off the saddle project.

Are you getting rid of me, Hiccup?

Now I see why you had me put down the crossbow.

That was just the saddles.

We'll find something else for ya.

I don't need your pity.

I've lost an arm and a leg.

I think I'll survive losing a job.

I'm really sorry, Gobber.

Well, that was awful.

I don't know what could be worse than that.

Okay, looks like I'm about to find out.

I never... thought... I'd say this...

But, Hiccup...

Help!

Everybody, back away!

The dragon's out of control, it's not safe here!

I don't know what happened. I was just rubbing his head.

He usually loves that,

but this time, he went crazy.

My dragon hates me.

They do say a pet starts to take on

the characteristics of its owner.

I think that's what's happening here.

Yeah, I rest my case.

When was the last time he ate?

Not for days.

You hungry, boy?

Oh, sorry, dad.

We've got to bring this dragon under control.

Don't worry, I can do this.

There you go.

It's gonna be okay.

Hiccup, run!

Way ahead of you!

Toothless!

Stop!

I've seen enough, Hiccup.

I'm sorry. We tried it your way.

Gobber, we need you!

No, you don't.

Nobody needs me.

Nobody needs any of us.

Not even you, Bertha.

Are... are you crying?

Of course not. I'm just chopping onions.

There are no onions.

Not anymore. Look what I used to chop them with.

There's a dragon in the plaza that's out of control.

Then why don't you call Hiccup?

No, Gobber. We need you.

Come on, guys, hurry up, think.

What haven't we tried?

- Snotlout, you have an idea? - Gobber.

Stand back.

I came here to do what I do best.

- He's gonna kill my dragon. - No, he's not.

Uh, yeah, he is.

You don't use that stuff to butter toast.

Well, I mean, we would, but you don't.

Dad, you can't be serious. Hookfang is Snotlout's dragon.

I'm sorry, Hiccup.

But sometimes you have to fall back on the old ways.

But he's a good dragon.

He's a good dragon.

There's probably just something wrong with him.

There's definitely something wrong with him.

We have to try to help him.

We can't just get rid of him because he's having a bad day.

A bad day for a dragon can be a disaster for us.

That's not a risk I'm willing to take.

Gobber.

Ha. You're all out of fire.

I can't let you do this.

There's no choice. It has to be done.

Do you see that?

I do.

Time to put this beast out of its misery.

Hiccup, what are you doing?

Oh, you didn't kill him!

For a toothache?

What kind of lunatic are you?

Stop it. Stop it.

Ugh, I don't know where that came from.

Can you train that out of him, or...

Thank you, Gobber.

A bad tooth. I can't believe I didn't think of that.

That's because you're not Gobber.

I've forgotten more about dragons

than most men will ever know.

Well, better go put the girls away.

Gobber! Not so fast.

When the world around you changes,

the good men find a way to change with it,

and Gobber is one of those good men.

In fact, he's one of the best.

♪ I've got my axe, and I've got my mace ♪

♪ and I love my wife with the ugly face ♪

♪ I'm a viking through and through ♪

Let's go, bud.

Wow, nice.

Here on Berk, we made peace with the dragons.

We're finally living and working together.

And it only took us 300 years.

There's one slight problem...

we forgot to tell the animals.

Oh, not again. You go on now, you get.

Get, shoo.

You know you're not supposed to be in here.

All right, everybody, time to earn your keep.

It's chickens who lay eggs, right?

Do we really need to go over this again?

No.

Apparently, we do. Well, pay attention, Bucket.

Wool. Eggs. Milk.

Is that so hard now, see?

Observe.

Just grab the udder like so, and pull.

Uh, pull.

Pull...!

Uh-oh, I think we're empty. That's not good.

Yahoo!

Whoa! Hey, Astrid!

Oops. Did I do that?

Hey! Not fair.

Aah!

So it's gonna be like that, huh?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Whoa!

Unh!

Hey!

It was her idea, but I approve!

Uh-oh.

Unh!

Aah! Aah!

The tail is frozen.

Astrid!

Aah!

Hang on!

Aah!

Come on!

No! Go back!

Both:

Astrid?

Over here. Hiccup, I'm freezing.

Come here. Where are the dragons?

Toothless?

Stormfly?

- Yeah. - I see daylight!

- We're gonna get out of here. - Look what they did.

They saved our lives.

- Oh. - Um, uh...

- Um... - What's... uh, so...

so we're good now?

- Good as new. - Ow!

Ah, uh-huh. Uh-huh, there it is, mm-hmm.

Just what I thought.

She's not giving milk. None of 'em are.

We know that, Gobber. We want to know why.

This reminds me of the time I moved my mother in with my goat.

She was mean, ornery, ate everything in sight.

The goat was so scared of her, she couldn't give milk.

- So what are you saying, Gobber? - Mothers and goats don't mix.

Same with farm animals and dragons.

We stopped fighting the dragons, so now they're around all the time.

The animals are spooked.

Like I said. Spooked.

Uh-oh. Your Bucket's not tightening up on you, is it?

No, I'm just... fine!

Well, whenever his Bucket gets tight, it means a storm is coming.

No storm. Everything's fine.

- Bucket... - I don't want there to be a storm!

If lightning strikes my Bucket, I could end up less intelligent.

Ow!

Oh-ho-ho, that's one tight Bucket.

And the tighter the Bucket, the bigger the storm.

But that's crazy. Storms don't hit this early in the season.

And besides, who ever heard of predicting the weather with a bucket?

Heh, that's what chicken bones and goose feet are for.

If you recall, that Bucket of his predicted the blizzard of Olaf.

That was a bad one.

It took us a week just to dig Mildew out.

And the rest of our lives to wonder why we bothered...

- Trust the Bucket, Stoick. - You trust the Bucket.

I want a second opinion.

Gothi, I've come for your council.

Is there going to be a storm?

- What's she saying, Gobber? - She says, "what do you think?"

Huh?

How can you be so sure?

Was it the chicken bones or the goose feet?

Uh-huh, uh-huh, yep.

She says she could hear Bucket screaming from way up here.

And then the dragons used their wings to block the snow.

I've never heard of anything like that.

- Not even in the book of dragons. - I know! It was incredible.

It's as if their protective instincts just kicked in.

Who'd believe it? The dragons we fought for years came to our rescue.

Yeah, if it weren't for them, we would have frozen to death.

You know what, you could've used your own bodies to keep each other warm.

Um...

- Who would do that? - That's crazy.

Hey, Astrid. If you're still cold...

Hey!

Hey, Hiccup... your father's looking for you.

He looked angry.

He's looked angry since the day I was born,

but I'm sure there's no connection.

With a bad storm coming, we could be locked in.

We might not be able to hunt or fish for months.

But it's way too early for a storm.

We're in the middle of winter.

Devastating winter isn't due for another month.

- Not according to gothi. - But what am I supposed to do?

- I can't control the weather. - No, but you can control dragons.

If they don't stop scaring the animals,

we won't have any provisions to live on.

- Ah, any luck? - Not a drop.

And this is after yanking on that poor yak for three hours.

But it's not like the dragons are trying to be scary.

I mean, they don't even eat farm animals.

- They eat fish. - True.

But they're huge, they breathe fire.

And now that we've made peace with them, they're everywhere.

The animals are terrified of them.

Here's where you jump in and say, "I'll fix this."

Okay, but how long do I have before the storm hits?

- About a week. - No problem. More than enough time.

Correction. Three days, six hours.

Okay, less time might be more of a problem.

Come on, wait for it. You can do it.

Come on.

You'll really like them if you get to know them.

The dragons look scary, but they're just big, scaly reptiles.

Just like Snotlout.

- You're the guy, right? - No.

Okay, what if we looked at this from an animal's perspective?

Oh, hello, Mr. Dragon.

I'm just a little sheep here, walking, doing sheep things.

No, he doesn't really seem so big and...

Whoa!

Sorry, but I'm siding with the sheep on this one.

Look, I've learned that once you have a positive experience with

something you're afraid of, it isn't so scary anymore.

Okay, there you go, boys. Over here.

And that's what we'll have to do with these sheep.

We gotta prove to them they have nothing to fear...

Oh, at this rate, we'll never get any milk or eggs.

Just as I feared.

We haven't had time to fully stock the food storehouse.

If this storm is as bad as we think it is,

- we're never going to survive. - Not with this inventory.

We're going to need everything we can get from those chickens and yaks.

I'm not really comfortable putting my fate in the hands of

a brainless bird and a big, woolly beast that sleeps in its own dung.

Well, luckily our fate isn't in their hands.

It's in my son's.

Another way for the animals to overcome their fear

is to show them that dragons are afraid of things too.

Remember Magnus the Merciless? He was a pretty scary guy.

I was afraid of him until I learned that he was afraid of the dark.

- So during the day, Merciless. - And during the night, Tuffnut.

- Unh! - Ow!

Hey! That's a real problem.

I'm just saying, knowing he was afraid of something

made him less scary to me.

Yes, so let's show the yaks that dragons are afraid of things too.

I think it's working.

Aah!

- Don't worry. - Worry? I'm not worried.

Do I look worried?

Bring in everything you need.

We don't know how long we'll need to be hunkered down.

- How's Bucket doing? - Look at him.

He usually loves a wheelbarrow ride.

Mulch, I'll take care of Bucket.

You and Gobber go find the kids and bring them here.

Hey! Calm down. Get back over here.

You know what I'm learning from this?

Chickens are really, well... chicken.

What if we showed them how much they have in common with the dragons?

They both lay eggs, right?

A Terrible Terror laid one last week.

All right, see? An egg's an egg, right, ladies?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Until it explodes.

Everybody out. The storm is here!

Wait, we haven't made any progress with the animals.

Your father wants everyone in the great hall.

Take the others. I need to stay and keep

working with the animals. They're still afraid.

You can't get eggs from a frozen chicken.

We've got to get the animals in the barn!

So much for the barn.

- There's no other place to hold them! - The great hall!

So we're going to have the dragons and the animals under the same roof?

- We know that won't work. - We have no choice. Let's go.

All right, keep up. Shepherd them.

- This way! - Come on, come on! Let's go!

This way, guys!

Hey, I've got this under control.

Aah! Aah! Ow! Ow! Ow!

Ow. Okay, everything hurts.

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa! Aah!

- Where are you going? - I'm going after them!

Forget it, Hiccup!

We'll never get them rounded up in this storm!

With Toothless, I can. I have to try.

If I don't, we starve to death.

No, your father would kill me if I left you out here.

- Sorry, Gobber. - Hiccup, come back here!

Astrid, will you talk some sense... Oh, not you too!

Astrid! You're not going with...

Get back here, all of you!

Move those tables against the doors!

Stoick, the barn's been destroyed! The animals have scattered.

Where's Hiccup and the others?

I tried to stop him, Stoick. They went after the animals.

I caught these two.

I figured at least with these, we'd be able to start a new herd.

You might want to take another look, Mulch.

Oh, uh, never mind, boys.

You find as many as you can! We'll herd them back to the great hall.

Can we swing by my house? I'd like to get my heavy coat.

Check this out. I'm so cold, I can't feel my face!

Didn't feel it.

That takes all the fun out of it.

There they are. Come on!

- Yaks to the left! - Chickens to the right!

Hey, I'm flying here!

Chickens, over here!

Follow me this way, come on!

Wait, where are you going?

Whoa!

Sheep! Hey, sheep! This way! Baa!

Baa! Baa! Hey, it's working!

Baa! Baa!

Baa...

I got them!

Now!

Gotcha!

Aah!

Snotlout, what are you doing? You're all over the place.

You try herding chickens with a dragon that doesn't listen to you!

Hiccup! Stray sheep!

Good job, bud.

Hiccup, the storm is getting worse. I can't see anything.

Come on, bud, give us some light.

- Stray yaks, 12:00! - I see them, and they are huge!

Unh!

I got the yaks.

Put me down! Right now!

Do I look like a yak to you?

- You shouldn't be out here, Hiccup. - Dad, I'm sorry I let you down.

It's not your fault, son. I'm taking you back.

- Which way? - Follow our tracks.

So much for that idea.

Sir, what do we do now?

Everyone, come together.

- What are they doing? - They're protecting us.

It's their natural instinct.

Ooh.

Your dragons are really something, son.

Yeah, they are.

They're back, and they're all right!

And the animals are all right too.

Uh-oh. Here come the dragons.

- Will you look at that! - Hey, everyone!

The chickens are laying eggs again.

I was right. Chickens do lay eggs.

We made our peace with the dragons when we saw that we could trust them.

Turns out they actually have instincts to protect us.

All of us.

Life on Berk just got a little warmer.

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Let's go, bud.

- Yeah. - Wow.

Wow, nice.

Follow me.

Low-level evasive maneuvers. Come on, bud.

When you're riding a dragon, communication is key.

You almost have to read each other's minds.

Or else.

Hey! What are you doing?

Are you trying to kill me?

We gotta go back.

I think you missed a branch.

Got it.

And you have to have an open mind,

because sometimes, your dragon knows better than you.

Stormfly, up!

Aaaah.

You were right, Stormfly. It was down.

Oh! I almost died.

Almost died? I would have died.

- Bleh. - That's a good look for you.

Hey, has anyone seen Fishlegs?

I saw him yesterday. Does that count?

Whoa. There you are, Fishlegs. Are you okay?

I'm fine. Just hanging out.

It's not like I crashed, or anything.

Okay, I crashed. There, I said it.

- Oops. - And there goes my dignity.

Yeah, you're pretty stuck.

Think I know how to get you down, uh,

but you have to stay perfectly still.

Why? What are you gonna do?

Careful, bud, he's not wearing any pants.

Huh? Wait a second.

What does my lack of pants have to do...

Oooh!

Thank you.

I believe those are mine.

Now, what are we gonna do about Meat...

lug?

Can you not tell the others that Meatlug broke the trees?

She's sensitive about her weight.

How did this happen?

I don't know, I was just flying along,

taking notes on the flora and the fauna...

typical guy stuff...

then something weird jumped out of the bushes.

It was like a... like a flaming squirrel.

- Really? A flaming squirrel? - Or a chipmunk.

Or some other flammable rodent.

I don't know, Hiccup. It scared us. Isn't that enough for you?

Did you hear that? A flaming squirrel.

Everyone knows there's no such thing as a...

flaming squirrel!

Whoa! You saw that, right?

Hey, little guy. Who are you?

Ooh, settle down, big fella.

Never seen anything like it.

You're not helping.

You know, I think we may have discovered a new species here.

Whoa! Hey, Toothless.

What has gotten into you?

Looks like he's hurt.

Don't be afraid. I'm a friend.

Here.

It's okay. It's just a little dragon nip.

Hey, come on. Play nice.

Ah!

Little dragon, big claws.

Come on, let's go. We'll fix you right up.

This is so exciting! It's a whole new species.

Doesn't look like a flaming squirrel to me.

We have no idea what it's capable of.

- There's no telling what it might do. - Flame. Do it.

Ah! Get it off! Get it off! Get it off!

Ah!

Ah! Ah!

Hey, that is funny.

Come on, you guys, this is serious.

We have to figure out what to do with him. He's hurt.

- He's hurt? - He's just really scared.

- He'll settle down. - Um, new species, remember?

We actually don't know what he'll do.

Well, somebody's got to take him home.

Well, big guy, here's your somebody.

No, no, no.

He's not staying here. I've got a one dragon limit.

Oh, come on, he's not a very big dragon.

Think of him more like a flaming squirrel.

Don't want one of those either.

Toothless, what are you waiting for?

Ah, looks like you got torched.

Oh, that's his name, by the way: Torch.

So he can stay?

Well, can't throw him out now, I just named him.

Okay. 100 for you, and one for you.

There you go, boys. Your first supper together.

Whoa, Toothless.

You're sure hungry tonight, aren't you, bud?

Okay, Torch.

This is where you're gonna sleep.

Aw, look at that. He's made himself at home.

Toothless, you don't mind sharing your bed for the night, do you?

Hope he sleeps through the night. He hardly ate.

And, you, go to sleep.

All right, Torch. Let's figure out what you are.

Oh, this is so exciting!

Documenting a whole new species, learning all about it.

- Wait, learning? - No, thanks.

There's nothing in the Book of dragons that looks anything like him.

We even get to determine what it's called.

Huh, that is... that is a really big responsibility.

I don't know if I'm ready for that.

I am, I'm gonna name the snot out of it.

- 20 inches for the wings. - That's a big wingspan.

"Big wing"! "Big span"? "Big wingspan"!

May I have the honor of administering the claw test?

Look at these talons. They're razor-like.

"Sharp claw"! "Razor feet"! "Razor sharp claw talon feet"!

Hold on. Is he serious?

- You know what's next, don't you? - No, not really.

Only the single most important test to determine a dragon's reaction to eels...

The eel reaction test.

He ate it! He ate the eel!

"Eel eater"! Come on, that's perfect.

Fishlegs, has there ever been a dragon who wasn't afraid of...

Never in recorded history.

We're in uncharted waters, my friend.

You hear that, Torch? You're one of a kind.

- Now we need to get it to fly. - Maybe if Torch saw Toothless fly.

Toothless! Let's take a ride, bud.

Toothless!

So much for the dragon trainer.

We've got this.

Watch and learn.

Hookfang!

Aah!

Oooh!

Aah!

Whoa.

Okay, your turn.

But don't think you have to live up to that.

- What's he doing? - I think something's wrong.

- Oh, man, we broke him! - Maybe he can't fly.

Oh, my dear!

You are one incredible little dragon.

Whoa. Look at that burn mark.

Huh, and look at this burn mark.

Did you see how it flew? It spun like... like a typhoon.

And he came back just like a boomerang.

"Hot spinner." "Flaming come-backer."

No.

"Typhoomerang."

"Typhoomerang"? Nah, I don't get it.

Okay, Torch, hold still.

I'm trying to draw you. You're getting your own chapter.

Rowr!

Rowr! Rowr!

Rowr!

Rowr! Rowr! Rowr!

Toothless, look what you did.

And now I've got to get more charcoal.

Toothless, you behave yourself while I'm gone.

Hey, it's okay, big guy. I'll be right back.

Toothless!

What... what is going on here?

Toothless, why did you do this? What is wrong with you?

Toothless, wait!

It's okay, big guy. He's starting to worry me too.

It's weird. It's like Toothless is jealous.

Which is great, so... my first girlfriend is a dragon.

Another thing we have in common.

Something must be going on under the surface.

Dragons are complex creatures, Hiccup.

They operate on many emotional levels.

Me? I've only got the one.

Whoa, okay, Toothless!

You see, this is what I've been talking about.

Toothless, settle down.

Gobber, grab him!

You want to dance, big boy?

'Cause I've got my dancing shoe on.

Gotcha! Whoa, whoa!

Oh!

My panpipes! Now I can get the band back together.

Toothless!

Back down.

- Not helping. - Sorry.

I don't know what's gotten into you, but I don't like it.

What?

Whoa! Whoa!

Toothless! The cove is this way.

Where are you going?

No! You're going to the cove.

Okay, you've got to stay here.

I never thought bringing Torch home would lead to this.

I've got to separate you two until I can figure this out.

Toothless, this is serious. You've got to stay here.

Okay. A crazy, out-of-control dragon blocking my way out.

Huh! Or not.

You did the right thing with Toothless.

He'll snap out of it.

Yeah, but what if he doesn't? Then you won't have a dragon to ride,

and if you don't have a dragon to ride,

then you can't be the leader of the Dragon Academy!

- Ha! - Yeah. Then I'd take over.

Do you really want that?

You guys would not believe what we just saw.

Excuse me, we're having a power struggle.

We're not having a power struggle.

The whole forest. Ultimate destruction.

It was beautiful. The whole thing was torched.

Torched?

Show me.

Like we said, ultimate destruction.

- We've seen that burn mark before. - Not this big.

You know what this means? Big burn mark...

Big Typhoomerang.

He looks really mad.

Uh, it's not a he. It's a she.

- That's Torch's mother. - Torch is a baby.

That's what Toothless was trying to tell me.

Whoever gets between that mother and this baby

is gonna get fried!

- You take it. - I don't want it.

Just leave it, and let's get out of here.

Oh-oh.

Now, uh, go home to your mama.

Run!

You guys go that way. I'll lead her back into the forest,

- away from the village. - Hiccup!

Oh, please stop following me.

Toothless!

Thanks, bud.

I'm so sorry. I should've listened to you.

Toothless, evasive maneuvers.

Oh, why won't she stop?

Torch? What are you doing?

You need to be with your mother.

Toothless, we have to try something else.

We'll use her size against her.

Toothless, up.

Now dive!

I hope she's okay.

Good job, bud. Everybody's back where they belong.

Good-bye, Torch.

Let's go home, Toothless.

Ah, I wrote this just for the occasion.

I should have known

you were just trying to protect me.

That's what you do.

And then you do that.

Communication between dragon and rider goes both ways.

Not only must the dragon follow the rider's lead,

but the rider must listen to the dragon as well.

Because sometimes what the dragon is trying to say

is what you really need to hear.

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