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This changes everything.

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Ah! This cannot be!

- Where is my King of Dragons?
- Perhaps the stories were wrong.

We should consider the possibility
that no King of Dragons exists.

Can none of you see
what is plainly in front of you?

Your King of Dragons is right here.

Or at least he will be.

These lenses represent
the five dragon classes.

Alone, they mean nothing.

But together, they may reveal
the answer we seek.

I will dispatch my Dragon Flyers
immediately.

We will scour every island
for these lenses.

Efficient as always, Krogan.

You have a better idea?

Krogan, send your Flyers.

I see no harm in a quick
reconnaissance mission.

And, Viggo, you suggest a different path?

A more prudent path.

Do we not know a certain individual

with an entire stockpile of lenses
he's not presently using?

Yes. We do.

And I believe there is a way
to persuade our old friend Hiccup

to deliver them to us straightaway.

I can't believe Dagur's not going
with Heather to Vanaheim.

Heather wanted to say bye
to her father alone.

You know what I can't believe?

If you flip a yak upside down,
it can right itself almost immediately.

What?

And, you know, also that we never noticed

Heather had a Dragon Eye lens
smack-dab in the middle of her belt!

Too bad you don't have the Dragon Eye.
At least we could look at the other lens.

-Other lens?
-Well...

Dad gave us both lenses when we were kids.

I use mine to look at stuff
or to start fires with the sun.

-Do you still have it?
-No.

But I know who does.
Anyway, what does it matter?

Not like you have
another Dragon Eye laying around.

You have another Dragon Eye laying around.

Of course he does.

I call it the "Dragon Eye Two."

Oh, "Dragon Eye Two."
That is some weak sauce right there.

We're gonna give you a CBB on that.

Uh, I'm sorry, "CBB"?

"Contrived by a bonehead."
It's a technical term.

Let me pitch one more before you leave.
"The Thorston-Thorston."

Nothing wrong
with double Thorstons. Am I right, sis?

I, for one, think Hiccup
should be applauded for his ingenuity.

-It works, right, brother?
-Well, not quite yet.

You see this dial here?

You turn it to slide in different color
gems for the light to filter through.

I still need those gems.

Perhaps my humble,
yet vast and varied trading skills

might be of some minor assistance
in their procurement, Master Hiccup?

Johann, what are you doing here?

I come bearing a gift for Miss Heather.

A mea culpa, if you will,

for her ghastly experience
at the Northern Markets.

Save it, Johann. She's not here.

-Oh, pity.
-Yeah.

But back up, Johann,
to the part where you help

find the jewels
to finish the Dragon Eye Two.

I have no doubt I can obtain
these baubles for you, Master Hiccup.

I shall personally deliver them
to your door in three to four moons.

No. No, no.
We can't wait that long, Johann.

There is a slight possibility
to obtain them at the Northern Markets.

But I think we all know the dangers
that place possesses. Ooh.

-Well, we'll just have to risk it.
-Hiccup, there has to be another way.

The Northern Markets has just gotten
too unpredictable.

Shame, really.

It truly is a virtual cornucopia
of gemstones.

Toothless and I can protect you, Johann.

I have to finish the Dragon Eye Two
right away.

All right, then.

I shall rely on you and the mighty
Toothless to ensure my safe return.

One small question: do you know
the exact sizes of the gems you need?

Not exactly, but I could bring
the Dragon Eye along to measure.

Capital idea!

And perhaps the lenses as well,

so that we can immediately elucidate
the efficacy of each stone, hmm?

Will do. Everyone else, go with Dagur

-to try and get his lens back.
-Not so fast.

We're coming with you.

While I do appreciate
the offer of assistance,

perhaps a smaller party
is a smarter party.

Ha. When has that ever worked?

Besides, we have to watch
our peerless leader's back.

And we might have to pick up a gift
for Chicken's birthday.

You know how hard she is to shop for.

I've been going up and down the markets.

She doesn't want a quilt.
Doesn't want a hay blanket.

Go ahead! Stow it below deck!

I'm glad you two came with me.

Hate to admit this,
but I might need the backup.

Really? For what?

-Well, when I was a kid, I was bullied.
-You?

Yes, me. By one kid.

Older, monstrous, tough as a Quaken,
mean as a Speed Stinger.

Ansson. "Ansson the Abominable."

-"Ansson the Abominable," you say?
-"Abominable"!

Oh, he's right here.

Except we call him
"Ansson the Incompetent."

Aah!

Hmm.

Behold! The finest.

Excuse me, kind sir.

Where would we find your
chicken-sized necklaces for our perusal?

Uh-huh.

I know just the store for you two.

Best selection of avian adornments
and poultry paraphernalia

this side of Constantinople.

It's on the far side of the market.

The far, far side.

Ow!

Thank you, Johann.

While they are gone,
might I suggest we expeditiously

seek a different establishment
of which they are not aware?

Master Hiccup, my worst fears confirmed!

Dragon Hunters!

If that dragon even
opens its mouth to sneeze,

shoot the peg-leg where he stands.

Oh, dear.

Look out! Yo!

That's enough of that.

Give me the Dragon Eye lenses.

Don't do it, Master Hiccup!

Shut it!

I'm not sure I have
much of a choice, Johann.

Hey, Johann!

What's their problem?

Dragon Hunters. Ambush. You just saved us.

You don't say. An ambush, huh?

Wow. Sounds exciting. Anyway...

Johann, you were so right
about that store. Ah!

Voilà! Look at this beauty I "pecked" out.

Ha.

Hmm. Ambushes require preparation.

Preparation implies pre-knowledge.
Pre-knowledge implies...

Aha! There's only one explanation
for what happened here.

The Hunters knew we were coming.

And if the Hunters knew we were coming...

then there is a mole among us!

A spy in our group?

A traitor in our troupe!

- Guys, that's ridiculous.
- Oh, Thor.

I was so blinded by my pursuit
of chicken finery

that I couldn't see the feathers
for the spy.

Now it's clear.

There's a fox in our henhouse,
and he's been a very naughty little fox.

The Hunters just saw us and decided
to take their shot.

There is no spy.

Look, we need to pick up our pace,
find these jewels and fly out of here.

It's in the aft cupboard!

- Starboard position!
- There he is!

"Ansson the Abominable."

Oh, well, if it isn't "Dagur the Dainty."

Yeah.
Nobody calls me that anymore, Ansson,

now that I'm chief and all.

Oh, is that right?

What brings you to the docks,
Chief Dainty?

Uh...

Hey, when we were kids, Ansson,
you borrowed something from me.

I took a lot of things from you.

While there may be some truth to that,

there is one little thing
that I kind of need back.

It's no big deal. Just a decorative
glass doohickey with a metal rim.

Yeah, yeah, I remember that thing.

I used to set things on fire with it.

I may still have it around here
somewhere, Dainty.

Excuse me for a minute, Mr. Abominable.

What are you waiting for?
Look at that guy. Just take it from him.

I can't.

Look, old Dagur would've snatched it back
by now and thrown him overboard.

But I promised Heather I would lead
by example from now on, so...

You know what? Good for you, Dagur.

Put a sock in it, Fishface!

Listen, all bullies want things.

Find something he really wants
and then trade him for the lens.

You know, Snotlout may be right.

Dainty.

Turquoise, sunstone,
amethyst and emerald.

-Four down, three to go.
-Excellent.

What about Snotlout?
He's a bit shifty, right?

Untrustworthy. Oblong body.

Spy material, no question.

Way too obvious.

Hmm. What about Astrid?

Why else would she be with Hiccup?

Except to spy on him!

It could really be anybody.

I mean, except us, of course.

Of course.

Make your move, turncoat.

Just what a provocateur would say.

"Provocateur." Good word. Well-used.

Come on!

My Thor. That descended
into the absurd rather quickly.

Actually, it took longer than expected.

We need rubies. Any ideas?

Not the hair! Ow!

New fishing nets?

-Gronckle-iron sword?
-Hey! That's mine!

-Where did you get that?
-Fishlegs...

I used to attack you every other week.

You didn't think I would come away
with something?

Haha! Hmm? Hmm?

I don't get it.

He doesn't want gold or silver
or anything.

Please, Ansson, what do you want?

The Thunderfish.

What?

I want you to help me catch
the Thunderfish.

The Thunderfish is a myth.

How are we to help you catch
something that doesn't actually exist?

It exists. I've seen it.

Been chasing that giant for years.

It's why they all laugh at me.

And if I help you catch this Thunderfish?

I'll give you your doohickey, Dainty.

Three gold pieces for that?

Trader Johann does not pay list price.

Johann! We're not here to get a good deal.

Apologies. Old habits die hard.

Mmm.

Hiccup, those Hunters
must have called for backup.

I would show you the worried look
on my face if it wasn't for the fact

that I'm afraid to turn my back
on my treasonous sister.

My backstabbing brother is correct.

And now they have air support.

No. Haven't seen 'em.

Look, we got to go now,
or we'll never get out of here.

Master Hiccup, we still require one topaz
and a single sapphire as well,

which, in my experience,
are not found laying on the ground.

You're right, Johann. They're not.
But what about underground?

You lying she-beast!

Toothless and I can find the gems

and be out before it even knows
we were there.

Now, the key is finding the back way
we used to...

Uh...

What?

You don't expect
a seasoned trader like myself

to pass up such a convenient cache
of valuable goods, do you?

Johann, you are full of surprises.

We haven't even begun
to scratch the surface.

Uh, guys?

I'm thinking you should take
this discussion underground.

I found tracks! This way!

Okay. Ruff, Tuff, you lead these guys away
while we go for the gems.

No way.
I'm not going anywhere with this traitor.

Says the double agent.

-Now!
-Fine.

So, uh, what kind of bait attracts
a Thunderfish?

Cod? Halibut? Yak hoof?

Oh, now I get it. You're insane.

A Thunderfish is attracted
to shiny things.

You just wait and see.
It won't be long now.

Ha! I got you this time!

What are you waiting for, Dainty?

That's no fish! It's a dragon!

Dragons don't live in the water!

Scauldrons do, Ansson!

Oh, come on!

Oh! Yes! Oh, easy, big boy.

Oh!

You let it get away?

Aah!

You had it all along.

Perhaps it would be prudent to have
your dragon stand guard

in case we need to make a hasty exit.

Eureka! A perfect topaz!

Nice! That just leaves the...

Sapphire. Right behind you.

I'll take that bag of lenses, boy.

Look, whatever Krogan and Viggo
are paying you...

Paying me? Those two?

I pay them, to serve at my feet.

Why do you even want these? And why now?

Because they're the next step
in finding the King of Dragons

and the key to yours truly
becoming the richest man on Earth.

Heather's lens!

Well done, Hiccup.

Don't be so morose.

How do you think it's been for me?

Pretending all these years to actually
care about you and your little friends.

The number of times I wanted
to just scream at the top of my...

And yet, I'm wondering,
why aren't you more surprised?

And what do you find humorous?

The twins and their rants.

You know, I-I ignore most of them,
but this "spy" thing got me thinking.

Maybe-- Maybe it was coincidence
those Hunters ambushed us,

but how did they know to ask
for the Dragon Eye lenses--

the lenses I only brought
because you asked me to?

Well, then things started to add up.

You were there when Heather lost her lens.

Master Hiccup, they're everywhere!

Your "distress call"
got most of us off the Edge

right when the Dragon Hunters decided
to invade.

Incoming!

Johann! Where is Heather going?

You sent us after Dagur,
assuring us he'd be alone.

Now!

Fire!

Release! Good shot, laddies!

And your ship was conveniently
docked at Outcast Island

right as he broke out of prison.

The most difficult part
was letting him think

he actually stole my ship.

You've been behind all of this.

Since as far back as Breakneck Bog,

I've been doing everything
humanly possible to rid the archipelago

of you and your Dragon Riders.

But you have a most annoying habit
of not dying when you're supposed to.

You have your own pesky habit.
You never stop talking.

You give away pretty much everything,

especially when you think
you have the upper hand.

You see, when I did
this little move to Toothless to leave,

leaving was actually the last thing
I told him to do.

The Sandbuster will surely hear
if a plasma blast is fired.

Probably. But I just don't see him
needing a plasma blast for this.

Toothless!

Now I believe we are all caught up.

The lenses, please, now.

What?

No!

Oh, Hiccup, why make this any more
complicated than it needs to be?

Perhaps, for old times' sake,
I should regale you with tales

of alligator races
with the Sultan of Zanzibar

or some such fictional account
of my travels.

That's right, Hiccup.

The tales
I sold you and your gullible father

I plundered from real merchants
before I sunk them and their ships.

Oh!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Good job, Toothless.

Johann.

Now's not the time, bud.

But I have a feeling we're going to get
another shot at him soon.

I don't see no Thunderfish.

What a shock!

What happened?

The Thunderfish turned out
to be a Scauldron.

Huh?

A Scauldron!

A massive, killer dragon

whose water-strike burns the skin
off your bones.

Ansson here faced the beast down
eye to eye

and bravely helped chase it away.

Now that it's no longer around
to eat the fish,

all your nets will be fuller.

Is this true?

You dare question the word of your chief?

This man saved my life,
and he improved yours.

Ansson. Ansson. Oy! Oy! Oy!

Ansson. Ansson. Oy! Oy! Oy!

Dagur, what about the lens?

A Berserker deal is a Berserker deal.

We didn't catch a Thunderfish.
I didn't earn it.

Yes, you did, Chief.

So Johann has been playing us all
for years.

And the twins are the reason
you figured it out?

Ah.

And you're sure my lens will
help us find this King of Dragons?

-I hope so.
-So do I, brother. So do I.

Okay. Hit it, bud.

Five different classes.

And we have lenses for three.

First person to find all five lenses...

Reveals the King of Dragons.

Game on.