Dragons: Race to the Edge

This changes everything.

Dagur is here? And Heather is with him?

I don't believe it.

Trusting her turned out to be a big mistake.

Yeah. Who puts loyalty to their brother ahead of loyalty to their friends? Right?

I heard that, sister.

The bigger question is who are these Dragon Hunters

and what do they want from us?

You're about to find out.

Ryker wants to have a little chat with you.

You're lucky these guards are here or I'd take your head off.

You'd try.

After everything we did for you. Took you in. Taught you to ride.

Saved your life more than once.

And I thank you for all of that. But I have to follow my destiny.

Betraying your friends and joining these Dragon Hunter scum?

You don't know what it's like to be truly alone, Astrid.

Dagur is my brother.

I trust him with my life.

You'll regret that. Believe me.

Hm. Well, your concern is touching,

but if I were you, I'd be more worried about myself.

Come.

Ryker wants information and he can be very persuasive.

Morning, bud.

Hey, Snotlout. You up?

Yes. Somebody snores.

Hookfang!

Great. I am starving. We'll cook these up and--

Okay. Okay, all right.

Okay. No. Stop it.

Hey! Hey! Gimme that!

- Somebody's feeling better. - Stop that!

-Stop! What are you doing? -Trying to figure out where

the Dragon Hunters are headed.

That's a bad idea. Even if we find them,

they have those "one shot and you drop" poison arrows.

What do we do then?

Well, I have no idea.

I gotta be honest. That's not the answer I was hoping for.

Hookfang!

Okay, we always knew this could happen. The day has come.

Hiccup's gone dry. It's up to Snotfang to come up with a plan.

Just squeeze some brilliance out of this thick beautiful skull.

I've got it!

I would've come up with something. I was so close.

Come on, Snotlout, we've got some hard riding to do.

Astrid, are you okay?

Just tired. They questioned me all night. Wouldn't let me sleep.

-They? -Dagur and Heather mostly.

That Ryker guy doesn't say much. He just... stares.

Yeah, but you hung tough. You didn't crack. You never talked.

Way to go, Astrid.

Actually, I did talk.

Oh.

Way to go, Astrid.

I told Ryker what he wanted to know. The location of the Dragon Eye.

They're after the Dragon Eye?

It's important to the Dragon Hunters.

They've been looking for it for a long time.

And where did you tell them it was?

Back at Dragon's Edge

where it's being guarded by all the other riders we left behind.

What? No one's--

Supposed to know about it. I know.

Yeah, Dragon's Edge is like a fortress. Lots of Dragon Riders.

Under the command of "Captain Gustav."

Wait. "Captain Gustav"? He outranks me?

Only thing I could think of to keep them from taking over Dragon's Edge.

Ha! And they bought it?

For now. Eventually, Ryker will send someone there to check it out.

You bought us time.

Exactly. We need to get out before they find out I was bluffing.

Any ideas?

Way ahead of you. I have the perfect plan.

We tunnel out.

-Through the boat? -Into the middle of the sea?

Exactly. They will never see it coming. Even I won't!

Especially because I don't know how to swim.

Okay, mental note, learn to swim. By tomorrow, or mid next week.

-Is that the island we're going to? -No.

-How about that one? -Also no.

That one?

For the last time... Oh, yeah, that's exactly the one. My bad.

Hiccup, I recognize these holes.

Why didn't you tell me we were going to an island of Whispering Deaths?

Because I knew you would react exactly like this.

Besides, this isn't an island full of Whispering Deaths.

Somebody else lives here, too.

Oh, the Screaming Death? Why don't we wave him over and have him kill us?

Would you just relax? When he gets closer, he'll recognize us and calm down...

I hope.

"Come on out to Screaming Death Island.

We'll have a few laughs. Get killed."

Worst plan ever.

This guy hates us. Let's get out of here.

Have you forgotten?

We reunited him with his mother.

No, but it looks like he has.

Come on, bud. Faster!

Or maybe he does remember what we did

and he just has a lousy relationship with his mom?

Head for those clouds. As soon as we enter, bank right.

The plan is, wait till he tires himself out then head home, right?

Nope. We're going back down there.

There's something in those tunnels we need.

Why can't you ever say yes?

Got it.

How about this? We set our cell on fire and--

Uh, no!

I have an idea, we--

How about psychological warfare? We learn our guards' names. Get them to like us.

And then eventually they'll lower their guard and...

Boring.

-What if-- -Acid!

Okay, fine. Shutting down the Ruffnut idea farm.

No milk served here.

But the Tuffnut idea farm has a mighty fine harvest.

We use acid to cut through the bars!

And where do we get the acid?

I'm still working that out.

That plan won't work anymore

than your "Ruffnut marries the guard, divorces him

and gets the key in the settlement" plan.

Ryker wants to see you.

Me?

No, all of you. Let's go.

I am Ryker. This is my ship. You are my prisoners.

And your dragons are now my dragons.

And how they get treated is entirely up to you.

Meatlug!

This Gronckle is being very helpful.

Her name is Meatlug.

I don't care. All I care is that it makes me metal,

all day and all night.

Hm, perfect. Razor sharp tips for our spears and ballistas.

You can't do that to her.

Oh, I can. And I will.

Poor Barf and Belch. What torture are they enduring?

I can't look. Because... my hands are over my eyes.

Well, this is more like it.

Someone recognizes quality.

He likes the fish.

Hey, rub me down with some of that grease. I'm feeling dry.

This hide'll fetch top prices in the northern markets.

Sure. It's soft and supple, the color... Oh, the col-- Wait. What?

Ooh, Zippleback boots. I always wanted a pair.

This is what faces all your dragons.

Of course, they could get better treatment.

Don't just leave me hanging. How?

Start giving me some real answers!

Tell me what you know about the Dragon Eye.

Exactly how many riders guard your base?

Very well. Keep fattening this one up. More to sell.

Please! Please, don't hurt our dragon. I'll do anything.

-Then tell me what I want to know. -Come on.

Ruff. Stop. Thorstons don't beg. Except for food...

Or money, or housing.

Or any other thing that we need. This isn't a good argument.

You want to save your dragon? Then give me some information.

- No, never! - Huh?

Sorry. Lost my head there for a second.

Interesting. Something you and your dragon may soon have in common.

Get them out of my sight.

Did the Screaming Death look even bigger to you?

That's what I was counting on.

Oh, really? Thanks for letting me know.

Because if he grew that means he had to molt.