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[exciting music]

[exciting music]

[roars]

[roaring]

[Hiccup] This changes everything.

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[Fishlegs yells] Hiccup!

Yeah-ah-ah!

[Hiccup] I balanced the weight

using Gronkle Iron so it's lighter and easier to carry.

- [Fishlegs] Hiccup! Ooh! - Oh. Hey, Fishlegs.

Uh, I was just going over some of the new features

on the Dragon Eye Two.

You're not gonna believe what I discovered in Oswald's papers.

Okay, I was in my hut, preparing my lesson plan

for the Dragon Explorers campout.

Dragon Explorers? Here? Soon?

Great. A bunch of kids invading the island.

Ugh, I'm starting to miss those Changewings.

The Dragon Explorers are not just kids.

They're our future Dragon Riders.

[Tuffnut grunts, chuckles]

Hey, wait a minute.

- Where's the Zippleback badge? - Travesty!

And the Gronkle badge is the highest rank?

Ha! Yeah, right.

Fishlegs, what are you trying to say?

You found something in Oswald's papers?

Oh, it's horrible, Hiccup.

Worse than horrible. I...

I can't even say it.

Well, just take a deep...

Generations ago, my ancestors were Dragon Hunters! [gasps]

What?

They called themselves the Loyal Order of Ingerman.

They decimated the Dramillion dragons,

pushing them to the brink of extinction.

- Who would do that? - [Snotlout] The Ingermans.

I mean, after you said the Ingermans, I assumed the Ingermans.

Oh...

This was a long time ago, Fishlegs.

Everything I thought my family name stood for is destroyed.

What am I gonna do, Hiccup?

Dragon hunting is in my genes. It's a part of me.

I'm doomed.

[ominous music]

[thunder crashing]

[thunder booms]

[Fishlegs] There you are, dragon. [chomps, grunts]

A hearty meal for a hungry hunter.

[yells]

[shrieks]

[Meatlug grunts] Oh! Oh, I'm sorry, girl.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, come on, come on, come on. It's got to be here somewhere.

Come on, Fishlegs, find it!

He's been at this for hours.

[grunts]

He seems pretty upset.

Well, think about it... the guy who loves dragons

more than anything else in the entire world

found out he comes from a long line of bloodthirsty dragon killers.

I mean, if that's not iconic, I don't know what is.

[Fishlegs] Oh, I found it!

Hiccup, look! I referenced what I found in Oswald's papers with the Book of Dragons.

Then used map lenses on the Dragon Eye Two...

Blah, blah. What did you find?

Dramillion Island.

Huh. We've scouted some of these islands, Fishlegs.

- There's not much out there. - But what if I'm right?

What if there are Dramillions left?

I have to make sure they're okay.

Fishlegs...

If we leave now, we can make it by dusk.

What about the Dragon Explorers? They're coming tomorrow.

They need their leader, Fishlegs.

I'm sorry, but we're gonna have to wait to check out Dramillion Island.

Hiccup...

[chuckles] Gronkle badge... as if that was a thing.

Hmm.

I can't do it. It's just not responsible.

No! No! I have to do it!

How can I be expected to shape young minds knowing my ancestors were dragon killers?

It's completely hypocritical.

[groans] I can't do it.

What should I do, Meatlug? What? Oh!

Uh! [screams]

[sighs] Whatever you're doing, do it faster.

Yeah. You just ruined a perfectly good nightmare.

[chicken clucks]

Oh. Hi. [chuckles]

Okay, listen, I'm going to Dramillion Island.

Oh, sure you are. Nighty-night, shellfishlegs.

Seriously. I'm going... right now.

[chicken clucks]

[screams] [chicken clucks]

[suspenseful music]

Taking off in the dark of the night, hmm?

Totally alone and without Hiccup's approval?

Well...

you have our approval, 'cause this is awesome.

[chicken clucks]

I need you to watch the Dragon Explorers for me until I get back. Can you?

[Spanish accent] No problemo, my soon-to-be-disgraced amigo.

You got the right Nuts for the job.

Stamp of approval.

Okay, but don't do anything with them.

- Hey! - How could you?

Don't show 'em anything. Thor forbid, don't try to teach 'em anything!

[Ruffnut chuckles]

I'll be back before they get here.

Most likely. [chicken clucks]

I probably won't even find anything.

[tense music]

Hmm.

[exciting music]

Hold on tight, little ones.

Grump is known for his hard landings.

Are you sure about this, Gobber? [groans]

[Brant] Let the dragon do the work, Gobber!

[Gobber] Nice and easy.

Bit easier.

[Hiccup] Oh, Toothless!

[Brant yells]

Whew!

Perfect four-point landing, Grump. Couldn't have done it better myself.

[growls] [Gobber chuckles]

I figured I'd give 'em a bit of a thrill.

Welcome to the Edge, Dragon Explorers.

- We're going to... - [Brant] Toothless!

[Brenda] Toothless!

...pet Toothless, apparently.

- Uh... - [Brant] Toothless!

Not to worry. They're good kids. Shouldn't be any trouble at all.

I'll be back in a few days to pick 'em up.

You listen to Hiccup, now.

Toothless! [laughing]

[Gobber mumbling] [Hiccup chuckles]

Okay, hey, uh, you guys hungry?

We have some fresh yak stew.

Where's Fishlegs?

Now, that is an excellent question.

He's gone. When are you gonna learn that nobody listens to you?

- Fishlegs is gone? - What about us?

[both] We want Fishlegs!

We want Fishlegs! We want Fishlegs!

Have no fear, my fearful leader,

because Fishlegs left us in charge.

What? No, wait, why would he ever do that?

Follow us, Explorers! Adventure awaits!

[Brant] Yeah, yeah! We love adventure!

[Toothless groans]

[Brant] Yeah!

Stings, huh? [chuckles] I know the feeling.

Aah!

[Fishlegs] No tracks.

No molted scales. No dragon droppings.

[distant cry] [gasps]

Shh. Watering hole. Come on.

[Meatlug grunts]

[dramatic music]

[growls softly] Shh.

[bleats]

Well, I guess this was a giant waste of time.

[bleats nervously]

What's wrong with him?

[bleats] Huh?

[soft grunting]

[roars]

[gasps] A Dramillion! They're...they're not extinct!

They're not extinct!

No!

[grunts]

[dragon hisses]

Oh! W-Why is it so aggressive?

[growls] [yelps]

Oh, it knows.

It knows I'm an Ingerman.

[dragon bellows]

[hisses]

Oh! Be careful, girl!

[roars]

Meatlug!

Okay, okay. I can see you're very upset.

Whoa!

[howls]

[screaming]

[whimpers]

Clear out, Fishlegs!

Ha!

Fire!

[grunting]

Oh!

[roars]

What?

[grunting]

It has a lava blast and a magnesium blast?

That's incredible!

Fight now, geek out later!

Stormfly! [Fishlegs screams]

Shoot to stun. We don't want to hurt him!

[Astrid] Stormfly, fire!

[dragon yelps]

[groans]

[roars]

Oh, I've never seen anything like that.

Multiple attacks!

Hiccup is gonna... oh!

Was he really mad that I left?

[sighs] If he was, he'll be mad at both of us.

- Thanks, Astrid. - Hey, someone had to watch your back.

Okay, you've seen one. Now what?

We know the Dramillion isn't extinct.

Need to make sure they're not endangered.

He's probably heading back to his pack. We should follow him.

So now we're looking for a pack

of aggressive dragons with multiple attacks?

Isn't it great? Come on.

Ugh.

[Tuffnut] Listen up, tiny future Vikings.

The Zippleback is a mystery class dragon known for its evasive, cunning behavior

and totally insane gas explosions.

Much like us.

Do you think you have what it takes to earn your Zippleback badge?

Fishlegs says the Gronkle badge is the highest rank an Explorer can earn.

I've spent half my life working for it.

Well, then that's half of your life wasted, isn't it?

What's your name, Explorer?

And what is your position in this badge-hierarchy debacle?

Oh, that's Shrug. He doesn't say much.

- [Shrug] Hmm. - All right, listen here.

If you're going to be our Zipple Scouts, then the first thing you need to do

is forget the teachings of one Fishlegs Ingerman.

Fire at will, my gaseous compadres.

[spits, hisses]

[coughing]

Whoa.

That, my little Zipple Scouts, is Zippleback gas.

Rule number one, a little is never enough.

Rule number two, a Zipple Scout is devious.

A Zipple Scout is sneaky. A Zipple...

Who wants to be devious and sneaky?

[both gasp]

Who doesn't want to be devious and sneaky?

- [both] Us. - Duh.

Duh? That's the best you got, Brenda?

Ugh. It's worse than I thought.

He's completely brainwashed them.

It's up to us to un-brainwash them.

We must teach them the way of the Zippleback.

[Snotlout] Psst.

Hey, don't listen to those two Zippleback clowns.

If you have the guts,

follow me to get your Monstrous Nightmare badge.

It's way cooler.

- [Tuffnut] Mm-hmm. - Huh?

I thought I smelled the stink of a Jorgensen.

Stop soiling the minds of our Zipple Scouts!

All right, well, why don't we just ask them what they want to be,

rather than forcing them to be Zipple Scouts?

[gasps]

[chuckles] Where'd they go?

[dragons growling]

Based on the Dramillion's teeth, I'd say they're omnivores.

Maybe I can plant some of their favorite berries

or even build them a feeding station.

Fishlegs, you don't have to prove anything to anyone.

Yes, I do, Astrid.

My ancestors were Dragon Hunters.

Yeah, but you're not.

Nobody cares more about dragons than you.

I mean, well, maybe Hiccup. But look, you guys are neck and neck.

When I was a kid, I was never the best in battle training,

and I was never the best in weapons testing,

but that didn't matter to me, because I was an Ingerman.

We were kind, caring, intelligent.

Being an Ingerman stood for something.

[indistinct chatter] [gasps]

[distant howl] Get down!

[indistinct chatter continues]

Who is it?

[Fishlegs] Dragon Hunters!

[whip cracks, dragon growls]

Astrid, they're hunting Dramillions.

It's still going on.

[dragons growling softly]

Ugh, stickle thorns.

Loki's favorite bush.

Nightmare Scout would have no problem getting through there.

Neither would a Zipple Scout.

Come on, Ruffnut, let's show him how it's done.

Good teachers always go the extra mile.

[Tuffnut] Yeah.

[both grunting, groaning]

Oh! Ow, my elbow.

- [Tuffnut grunting] Ooh, the chin! - Oh, my Thor.

[Ruffnut screams]

Oh, you guys are so easy, it makes me feel bad.

[grunting]

Snotlout!

[chuckles] Nightmare Scouts must love poison oak,

'cause you just crawled through a whole...

[screams]

Guys!

[Ruffnut gasps]

[dramatic music]

Just look at them, Astrid, all of those poor dragons.

[bellowing]

Quiet!

You should be happy in those cages.

When we let you out, the new recruits are gonna hunt you down one by one.

New recruits?

- This is a training ground for Hunters. - Of course!

The Dramillions are capable of multiple attacks,

which makes them perfect training dragons.

And with their tails manacled, they can't fly away.

These guys are smart, just like Ingermans.

[Astrid] Wait a minute.

We don't know that these Hunters have any connection to the past.

For generations, Hunters have learned the trade

using the Ingerman Method.

To our founder, Ingar Ingerman!

[all] Ingar Ingerman! Ingar Ingerman!

[cheering]

Ingar.

♪ An Ingerman's shot is fine and true ♪

[all] ♪ With axes in hand We'll run you through ♪

♪ No Dragon has heart Like our finest few ♪

♪ We're Hunters! We're Hunters! ♪

♪ We're Hunters till the end! ♪

[cheering]

[dragon hisses]

[gasps] He's trying to rescue his pack.

I have to help him!

No! You'll break our cover.

[tense music]

Dramillion!

[men] Huh?

[both scream]

[all muttering]

[growls]

[grunts]

[roars]

Ah, he probably followed us.

I led him right to the Hunters.

Ugh. Ingar Ingerman would have been so proud.

[man] I got it now. Not so fast, is it?

We need a plan. [grunts]

Wait, Fishlegs. Fishlegs, don't!

[Fishlegs] Let that dragon go!

On whose authority?

- Mine. - And who might you be?

I am Fishlegs, Fishlegs Ingerman.

That's right, Ingerman!

He says he's an Ingerman!

[laughing]

I suppose you're also related to the mighty Thor!

And perhaps Odin himself!

[roars]

[all] Whoa!

Whoo!

[shrieks]

Archers!

[men yelling]

Don't worry! We'll get him during the hunt.

Then we'll feast on the beast like true Ingermans!

[cheering]

No!

Hey! Run!

It wasn't our fault, Hiccup. Those little derelicts went rogue.

I can't imagine where they got these ideas. Hmm.

Oh, please! Somebody make it stop.

Where's Gothi and her bony bag of tricks when I need her?

She only shows up when I'm not itchy!

How is it that three Dragon Riders

who've gone head-to-head with Viggo Grimborn

can't handle three children from Berk?

[leaves rustling]

[growls softly] What is it, bud?

I'll tell you what it is. Odin's rage!

The 1,000-year storm that wipes every living thing off the planet.

Bam!

[growls] Hookfang. Hookfang. Hookfang!

[screeching] [Tuffnut] Uh!

Oh, no, no, no!

[grunts] Aah!

Or it's a bunch of stampeding Night Terrors,

often mistaken for Odin's rage.

No!

[Brant giggling] Huh?

[yelling]

You!

Hmm.

All right, we have to wrangle these kids before somebody really gets hurt.

What do you call these, Hiccup? Beauty marks?

[Astrid] He could be anywhere, Fishlegs.

We'll find him. We have to.

[distant banging]

There!

[bellows]

Stay here.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

[roars] [gasps]

Okay, okay.

I know why you're scared.

I would be, too.

You just have to trust me.

[growls] Oh!

Aah! He thinks I'm one of them.

How do I make him believe?

Your helmet!

It looks just like the Hunters'.

[suspenseful music]

You're all right.

I'm sorry this happened to you.

[grunts]

[gasps]

You did it.

Now, let's get this barbaric manacle off your tail.

Ugh. They've reinforced the iron.

All right. Blast it, Stormfly!

[hisses]

Oh, it's not Gronkle Iron.

We need something to heat the metal and break it down.

Meatlug, lava blast.

[grunts]

Hit it again, Stormfly.

[hisses]

Whoo! Yes!

[Fishlegs laughing]

- [Astrid] Ha! - [Fishlegs] Whoo!

[horn blaring]

[gasps] The hunt.

[blaring continues]

[man laughs] Ready for the hunt.

[grunts]

[man] Watch it! [indistinct chatter]

[men cheering]

Let the hunting begin!

[men cheering]

[indistinct chatter]

Come here, little dragon. [chuckles]

- [bellows] - Oh!

Ha! [grunts]

Hurry, get the manacle off.

[dramatic music]

[indistinct chatter]

[growls]

Ah! We're never gonna be able to save 'em all.

[dragon bellows]

[chortling]

Ugh!

Fishlegs, they're doing it by themselves.

Incredible.

Huh? Ugh!

[roars]

Whoo-hoo! Yeah!

With this knowledge, the Dramillions will never again be manacled.

I'd say the Ingerman family legacy has been reversed.

Almost. Come on, girl.

[Astrid yells]

[grunts]

Meatlug, spew! [roars]

Whoo-hoo! That's right!

That's Fishlegs Ingerman for ya!

[laughs] Whoo!

[panting] Help me, Ingar!

Oh! [grunts]

Help me, Ingar.

[growls]

[grunting]

[roars]

Oh!

[groaning]

[dragons bellowing]

[Brant laughing]

[Brant] Okay, yeah, yeah. Shh.

I think we've found our elusive guests.

Or that is one happy tree.

[Brant] What a bunch of idiots!

I hope you three have learned your lesson.

Yes, how not to lead a campout.

[dragons grunting]

[clears throat]

So? Dramillions? How were they?

Oh, amazing, Hiccup. You're not gonna believe it.

Well, well, well, look who finally decided to show up.

They're your problem now, Fishface!

Did you guys behave yourselves?

[both] Yes, Uncle Fishlegs.

[Shrug] Hmm.

- Wait, Uncle? - Fishlegs!

Ugh, you're Ingermans?

[thuds] [yelps]

[Snotlout screams]

[chuckles] Zippleback gas.

A little is never enough.

Devious and sneaky.

What? There will be repercussions for this!

Ah, the student becomes the teacher.

Makes it all worth it.

Well, it looks like they've earned their Zippleback badges.

Now let's see if we can't work on the other,

less destructive achievements.

After all, we do have the Ingerman name to think about.

[chuckles]

[Snotlout] There will be repercussions for this!

Repercussions!

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