Dragons: Dawn Of The Dragon Racers

Pull!

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

Snotnut wins!

One out of two ain't bad.

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

Astrid, thank you.

I was talking to Toothless.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

No!

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!

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!

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.

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.

Not all of us.

Get a load of Fishlug.

Big fat yak egg.

Yeah? Show 'em, girl.

Well, I guess it's a tie.

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

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!

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!

Hiccup, I'll see you later.

Snotnut!

Thank you so much, Gobber.

- What was so important? - Let me think.

Hiccup, get over here!

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... - Let me guess. The regatta.

Well, don't look so excited.

I'm excited. 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.

It'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!

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...

How do I find the words?

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

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

Hey, Meatlug.

Wait.

What do you guys have going on over there?

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?

Girl, just hold me!

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.

Somebody's been paying attention. All right.

- Wait, where was I? - The sheep.

Of course I was, Ruffnut.

The sheep are hidden, but we are not.

- Not what? - Not hidden.

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!