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[growls]

[fizzles, zaps]

[snarls]

[snarls]

[thunder rumbles]

[epic theme playing]

[zaps, snarls]

* *

-[Webmaster chewing, grumbles] -[Jun groans]

-Come on, Eugene. Is he done yet?

-Yeah. Feathers is starving.

-Ah, be patient!

Webmaster likes to take his time chewing.

[snarls]

Don't you, buddy?

D'Angelo says he has a very sensitive esoja...

-stomasasis. -D'ANGELO: Esophagus.

-That's what I said. [pops tongue] So back off,

and give the dragon his time.

[quiet squawking]

-What's with the bag?

-Fellow riders, I come bearing snacks.

My grandparents sent me a care package.

[both gasp]

-Now Eugene can wait his turn.

-[laughs] Too slow!

First dibs right here.

[growling]

[snarling]

-Huh? -[roars]

What? Hey!

-[laughter] -[growls]

-Thanks, Dee.

-Just sharing the love.

What else do we have here... [gasps]

And that's it. There's nothing else in the bag. Nothing.

-What do you have over there?

-[mouth full] Nothing. -I smell chocolate and...

[sniffing] coconut?

[gulp]

That's right. My nose is world class,

and this guy's holding out on us.

-Ah! -[D'Angelo yelps]

-What are you hiding? -And why are you hiding it?

-Come on, come on! Spill it!

[yelps]

[sighs]

-My grandma sent some of her famous haystacks, okay?

They're the most delicious creation on the planet!

Creamy chocolate draped over crunchy coconut flakes

for the perfect single bite.

Mm...

[gasps] They're unsharable.

[disappointed sighs]

Come on, guys!

They're my favorite thing in the world!

[grumbling]

Besides you, girl.

-D'Angelo, you know how chalky the chocolate is

in the general store.

-If you got the good stuff, you got to give it up!

-Guys, if D'Angelo doesn't want to share,

he doesn't haveto share.

-Thank you, Jun.

-[sighs] I really thought that reverse psychology thing

would work.

-Well, then it's back to plan B.

-Brute force! -TOM: Guys!

-[Thunder purrs] -Hey, pal.

I think I might have found the key

to finally understanding my connection to Thunder

and the Dragon Realms.

-Ooh, conspiracy theories.

Hit me.

-I was thinking, why would my family

have the Viking helmet that unlocked a box with this book

unless the author was part of my family?

But until I know his name, I can't know for sure.

I mean, I kind of know what he looked like

from drawings in the book

and on the wall of that cave in the Realm of Kings.

And I know the word "hiccup" is used to describe him,

but that's probably because he had Viking indigestion.

But if I knew his realname,

then I could at least try to find out who he was.

-So, you didn'tfind his name?

-Yeah 'cause if not, I was in the middle

of shaking D'Angelo down for his haystacks.

-Well... No, no.

But look! This passage mentions his resting place.

Where there's a resting place, there's got to be a gravestone.

And gravestones have names on them!

-So, you wanna look for a dead body?

-I'm in. -No, no, not the guy.

The gravestone.

-Mm. That's fine too, I guess.

-Any idea where to start looking?

-It's in the Nature Realm. Come on, pal.

Today's the day we solve the mystery.

[dramatic sting]

-Come on, D! Let's mount up!

[squawk]

[grunt, annoyed sigh]

-Seriously!? You dragged Webmaster into this?

[squawk]

-[sighs] You've won this round, D,

but it's not over yet.

Oh no. Not by a long shot.

-Look at this place.

The colors are unreal.

-So, what's a Viking grave look like?

An obelisk? Or like a henge, maybe?

-I was just thinking we'd find a rock with these designs around it

and hopefully a name carved into it.

-If we're going on an epic quest,

I'm gonna need my strength.

[grunts] No!

[squawk]

-Hey! I see rocks.

There might be Vikings buried under them.

TOM: Good eyes, Alex!

Let's see what we can find.

[roars]

* *

-[sighs] -[squawk]

-Whoa. Over here!

-Eh? -[sighs] There's nothing on it.

-Well, what do you call that? -Moss?

-Are you kidding? It's Abraham Lincoln!

-Eugene, this is serious.

Don't you get what it's like

to know you're connected to something

and be so close to figuring it out?

It's not a joke to me.

-What? It seriously looks like Abraham Lincoln!

Or maybe it's that Colonel chicken guy.

-[sighs] Huh? -[rustling]

I hear you, Eugene.

-What? You hear this, too? [blows raspberry]

[rustling]

-Anybody else hear that?

[suspenseful music]

[rustle]

-[gasps] Hey! -[chirping]

-My haystacks! -Something's in the trees.

[squawk]

[shriek]

-Aw. It's kinda cute.

What the heck is it?

-It's a dirty, rotten thief!

-Wait a second. It looks familiar.

Ah-- They're called Vine Tails!

-And they just stole my haystacks!

How does that book say we get 'em back?

-[squawk] -Ah! The book!

They took the book!

-Don't freak out, Tom. [squawk]

My tablet!

[squawking, snarling]

Get 'em! Ah!

[screaming continues]

-Alex, wait up! You ever seen her this mad?

-She'smad?

Well at least her tablet can be replaced.

-[roars] -[snarling]

That book is old and priceless.

It could fall apart at any second.

-They're gonna eat all my haystacks! Or worse.

What if they melt and go to waste?

-Come on, focus. We'll get everything back.

* *

[chirping]

[squawking]

-Ah! -Jun!

-I'm fine. Just get the book!

[growls]

[squawking]

-[roars] -Whoa! Thunder!

U-turn!

-I'll cut 'em off!

-Watch out! -[Tom gasps, Thunder growls]

-[sighs] That was too close.

[chirping, squawks]

[Feathers purrs]

-That's my girl.

You're not the only one that can sneak up on someone!

Feathers! Get that thing!

[snarls]

-Come on, girl!

-[shriek] -No!

* *

-Eugene saves the day!

And these babies are m--

-Gah! -[squawking]

[groaning, grunts]

-Yoink. Thanks for the assist.

-EUGENE: Thank me with chocolate! -[laughs, sighs]

* *

-No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

No, be careful with that!

-Ugh! If they crack my screen,

I swear...

[squawk]

[roaring, hissing]

-[squawk] -Ah! My baby!

[gasps, groans]

It's okay. Mama's here. [sighs]

-[gasps] Just... a little... bit more...

[chirping]

-[growls] -Woo-hoo!

It's a Plowhorn interception.

[chirps, squawks]

-Ha! This dragon thinks it can win a tug of war with Plowhorn?

-Yeah, right. You got another thing coming, little buddy.

[growling]

[other dragons growling]

* *

[growls]

-Uh, Tom? Plow's gonna need a hand!

-Seriously? Come on, pal. We can't let them get the book.

[Tom and D'Angelo struggle]

-These guys are strong.

-It's okay. Nothing can out-pull Plow.

-D? Are you sure?

[both growling]

[straining]

[snap, thud]

[snarling, chirping]

-[groaning] -[sighs] They got the book.

And the canopy's too thick to fly after them.

-Don't worry. We'll get it back.

Maybe we'll have better luck on the ground.

* *

-There they are.

[squawking]

-Look! They dropped it! Now's our chance.

-Thunder, you think you can fly at them?

-Don't.

Chasing them didn't work.

They'll just take the book and run again.

-Then we need a way to bring them to us.

[munching]

* *

-Oh, come on! Nuh-uh! No! No!

-It was the first thing they stole.

-We are not using my haystacks to bribe those things

-into giving us the book back!

-You don't think they'll like them?

-It's impossible not to like these!

-Prove it. Ah...

-D, please. The sooner we get the book back,

the sooner we can look for the resting place.

[annoyed groan]

-My grandma only sends me these once a year, but sure!

Let's give them to some random dragons we just met!

Probably won't even savor them.

[growls]

-Everyone. Take it easy. -[shriek]

D! You got this!

[sighs]

[grumbling]

-Keep going! -I'm trying. Plow stopped.

-[growling] -Is something wrong?

[struggling]

Hey, guys? These vines. Thunder's tangled in them.

-Wu and Wei are, too. -What kind of plants are these?

* *

-Ah! The dragon-eating kind!

-[screaming] -[plant hisses]

-Plow! Come on, girl!

-Get off of them!

-[screams] No, no, no, no, no! -[growling]

Quick! Feed them your coconut things!

-To plants? That is a crime!

-[growling] -Ah! We're on the menu next!

-D! You're close enough to that clearing to jump free of them!

-You wanna leave our dragons?

-We can't do any good for them here! We're sitting ducks!

-Jun's right. We can find a way to help them there.

But over here, we're just plant food.

Come on! [grunts]

* *

[roaring]

-Okay. These things musthave a weakness.

D'ANGELO: Tom...

[squawking, hissing]

JUN: This just got worse.

-We're caught in a death sandwich!

All this to find some dumb name on a gravestone?

Way to go, Kullersen!

At least there's time for one last meal, I mean...

[growling]

We're dead.

[snarling]

[all screaming]

-Huh? -Any second now!

-They gave the book back?

[squawking]

[chirping]

[shriek]

-They usedus.

-They took our stuff to lure us here.

-Some mammals in the wild understand basic bartering.

Manipulation! Trading goods for services.

-What a bunch of tricky jerks! Who manipulates people for food?

-We can't worry about that now.

Our dragons won't last much longer with those carnivorous plants.

[struggling, roaring]

Thunder, fire!

-[roars] -[plant whimpering]

-[whooshing] -[whimpering]

[screech]

-Plow! Hit 'em with the loog! -[plant growling]

[blast]

[growl]

[snarls]

[growl]

[plants hissing]

-It's not working!

* *

[roars]

-These plants seem to be dragon-proof!

-If blasts don't work, what will?

[both grunt]

-Brute force! Ugh! -[flower grunts]

-[shriek] -Help!

[panting]

* *

-Maybe we should fight vines with vines.

[growling]

Alright, everybody. On three!

One, two, three.

[all straining]

[groaning]

[grunting]

It's not strong enough.

-Nothing's strong enough to pull them free,

and we're running out of time.

[growls, roar]

[Vine Tails squawking]

[chirping]

-Alex, I need to borrow this. -Hey!

Not cool!

-Tom! -What are you doing!?

* *

-I have an idea. Trust me!

-[grunts] -D'ANGELO: Look out!

[electricity zaps]

-Thanks, pal. I'm gonna get you out of here. I promise.

* *

[squawking]

-[quietly] -Psst! Hey!

Listen. We need your help.

[squawk]

Ah! No, no, no, no, no, no! Look.

Here. For you. Trade.

[confused squawk]

You can have this stuff if you help us.

* *

-[tail whips] -Wait. Wait, no! No!

-You have to help us! -[squawking]

It's called bartering!

I give you this, and you help! Not cool!

[growling, roaring]

[snarling]

[snarls]

[snarling]

-[plant growling] -[Thunder roars]

[snarls]

[chattering]

* *

[growling]

-What are they doing? -They're gonna help us!

-Trust him, pal. It's okay.

[growling]

-You think this will work, D?

-They out-pulled Plowhorn before.

If this doesn't work, nothing will.

[roars]

[cheering]

-Yeah, Thunder!

-Think you can help us, pal?

[roars]

[squeaking]

[snarling, struggling]

[Tom strains]

[growling]

[Plowhorn grumbling]

[sad squawk]

[grunts] Don't worry! You're next.

[squawks]

[music crescendo]

[laughter]

-Yes! [laughs] -You had me worried there, girl.

[grumbling purr]

-[sighs] -[purrs]

-So glad you're back.

Of course, it would be nice to have my tablet, too.

-Yeah, about that. These dragons like to trade,

and they still need help getting back and forth to that tree.

-I'm not staying here forever

playing Dragon Dash Delivery Boy for these things.

[squawk]

[squawk]

-I don't think we need to.

* *

Smallest to largest.

That big one is all you, Plowhorn.

-She's on it. Giddy up, girl.

[plant squeals]

[squeak]

-It works!

Look at them go!

-No need to trick any unsuspecting dragons now, right?

-[excited squawking] -[laughing]

[chattering]

The book!

[squawking]

-They dropped my tablet!

It's past warranty! [groans]

-Not a scratch. Phew. [beep]

[beeping]

-You are so lucky this still turns on.

-[angry hiss] -[squawk]

-Now, I think if we head back

to the bouldered area, we can still--

-Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You're not seriously gonna keep looking

for that resting place after all we've been through today?

-Well, I mean, that iswhy we're down here.

-Uh, that's gonna be a hard no from me

because Eugene the machine needs his rest.

I know you don't understand,

but being this awesome really takes it outta you.

-Eugene...

I think...

the drawing isn't a gravestone or a carved rock.

It's the base of a tree. This tree!

* *

The book wasn't talking about a final resting place.

It was a place he came to relax.

-Those aren't Viking carvings. They're roots.

-Huh? Oh, yeah. [laughs] Of course.

And, uh, I discovered it, so you're welcome.

[pops tongue] Pop a squat, Kullersen.

[grunts]

[sighs]

[squawking]

-It wasn't wrong.

Thisis a pretty nice resting place.

[gasps]

-Hey, Tom. There's something carved into the tree.

-What? [gasps]

-What's it say? -D'ANGELO: Yeah!

-Don't keep us hangin'! Does it say Kullersen?

- Oris it a Viking death curse?

"All who sit in this tree chair are doomed."

-It says...

Haddock.

-Haddock. Like the fish?

-Ha! All this was a wild fish chase?

That stinks, man.

-Look, it's just another dead end.

It doesn't mean there aren't more answers out there.

-Sorry, Tom.

* *

-Even though you didn't find any answers about yourfamily,

maybe I can share a little bit of mine.

-[bag crinkles] -[soft laugh]

-Oh, wow!

-I'll share with all of you because you're my best...

-buds. -Even me?

-Just eat the chocolate.

-Mm. You weren't kidding.

These are amazing.

-[mouth full] Your grandmother is... Mm, wow.

-Aren't you gonna have any? -[stomach rumbles]

-I may have eaten too many.

[laughter]

* *

-Hey, boyo.

-Everything okay? -Eh...

-That good, huh?

-I've been trying to figure something out.

I thought whoever wrote this book

might be connected to me in some way.

-Tom...

* *

Where did you find this?

-Uh-- Uh, it-it's a long story. [nervous laugh]

I'm trying to figure out who wrote it.

But all I found is the word "haddock."

-Haddock? -Yeah, but I'm pretty sure

-a fish didn't write the book. -Tom...

-What is it, Mom?

-Haddock isn't just a fish.

It's also a name.

My great-grandfather was a Haddock.

-Really?

That means we're Haddocks, too.

And the author of the book was named Hiccup Haddock.

And we had the helmet. And I found the box.

-And then this book-- -Whoa, whoa, slow down,

Tom. What are you saying?

-This Hiccup guy

seems to be the greatest dragon rider ever.

And I'm related to him.

We both are. [sighs]

What am I supposed to do with that?

-I guess that's up to you, boyo.

-[laughs] -Tell me more, Mom.

I wanna know everything

there is to know about our family.

Starting with my Great-Great-Granddaddy.

-Well, he was a very big man

with a very big beard,

and he loved onion rings.

[music crescendos]

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