Dragons: Race to the Edge

This changes everything.

Hmm. Pretty good turnout.

Of course it's a good turnout, Hiccup. The people love the Jorgensons.

Look at that!

All of Berk has come out to admire the Jorgensons' handiwork!

Nah. Everyone's just here for the free food.

Nobody comes to these things to admire anything.

In every Viking's life, there comes a time when you have to take a chance.

-Risk everything. -

Today, we celebrate a man

who took the initiative. We now have a new off-Berk storehouse, thanks to--

Spitelout Jorgenson, of the great Jorgensons!

- -Woohoo!

Spitelout, Spitelout, oy, oy, oy!

Yes!

- -Hey, coming through!

Drink it in, friends.

We finally showed 'em all what it means to be a Jorgenson!

Hey! We didn't show them anything, boyo. I did.

Look at 'em. All clamoring for Hiccup's approval.

Workin' every angle. A Jorgenson doesn't ask permission to be great.

That's the only reason we have this storehouse.

Dad, I think they're just having fun.

Oh, fun? A bit of silly time? Sharpen up, boyo!

They're kissin' their way up the ladder.

Thor only knows what they're sayin' about you.

-Look at him over there. -Who's he kidding, huh?

He's ridiculous! Snotlout.

Look at that. Who does he think he is?

What kind of name is that anyway?

Snotlout.

- Snotlout? -Astrid? A Hofferson!

I wouldn't trust her to sharpen my axe.

Or that Fishlegs, he and Hiccup are as thick as thieves.

And those devious twins. Nothing stings more than a dagger

between the shoulder blades.

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Right in there!

You wanna be like your old man?

A great leader takes what's rightfully his.

And if he doesn't, he'll be left in the dust.

Do ya understand what I'm trying to tell ya?

Snotlout?

Who's he kidding, huh?

-He's ridiculous. -You mock me?

Do you know who I am?

I used to be a Dragon Rider.

Snotlout?

Poor little Snotlout.

He had such promise.

Ugh. You know, I even secretly wanted to marry him. But now?

-Ew! -

Look there, Sister. It's Snotlout. Shall we stop and say hello?

No, I'd rather polish our golden sheep.

Onward, Sir Barf and Sir Belch!

And try and splash a little bit of dirt in Snotlout's face.

Goodbye, peasant.

I always thought you'd become the leader of the Dragon Riders,

but you never had what it took. So, I found someone better.

A-Gustav! And guess what? Hookfang's mine now!

- -

No.

All right, gang, stay sharp.

There's been a lot of Hunter activity in this area.

Maybe we should spread out, cover more ground.

Yeah, good idea.

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Now, Astrid's making all the decisions?

When did that happen?

Uh, guys?

If Astrid's making all the decisions, we want to build a second story

on our crib, you know? Add square footage

and enhance the curb appeal.

Why do they get a better hut?

Nobody's getting a better hut!

And Astrid is not making all the decisions.

-Guys! -Guys!

Hunter ships, dead ahead.

All right, spread out into formation. Prepare for a surprise attack.

I vote to attack!

No, Snotlout! No!

Release!

Incoming!

- - There we go!

Is everyone okay?

Could be worse.

Speak for yourself.

- -You okay?

Here you go. Here's the antidote.

Whoo! Now, that's how you lead a mission. Am I right?

By almost getting your team killed?

Totally uncool.

So not cool!

Opposite of cool.

- Little help? -No, thanks. I'm good. You help yourself.

Okay, fine, maybe it was a little messy.

But everybody, let's face it, I'm the reason we won.

That's not exactly what happened, Snotlout.

You were supposed to cover our wing, blasting arrows,

while we made a pass. But you peeled off.

And Meatlug was lining up a perfectly good blast

when you came out of nowhere to take the shot.

- Out of my way! -

Snotlout!

-Oh, Thor! - And we were about to spark

our new move, when you used us as a diversion.

Hey, it's not my fault, I had to cover for you guys.

Snotlout, we almost lost the battle because of you.

It's called "initiative," Fishface. You know that word, from your books?

-You could have ruined something again! -You don't know what initiative is!

All right. All right. All right.

Snotlout, why don't you gather up all the Dragon Root arrows,

take them as far away as possible and burn them.

We don't want the dragons anywhere near them.

What? Now?

Fine.

I know. I know. I'll talk to him, okay?

But right now, I'm much more concerned with the Hunters' supply of Dragon Root.

They've obviously increased production.

And we're running low on antidote.

Well, hopefully, this'll help.

I pulled this chart off a ship.

Might lead us to the source of the Dragon Root.

Hurry up, Hookfang. You saw their faces. The moment we're gone,

they're gonna jump all over me.

Forge, cliff, what's the difference?

Come on, man. Come on, you got this.

-You can do this. You got this. -Oh, not right there.

Harder, right there.

- - Careful.

Ah. Maces and Talons.

Epic marathon. But Fishlegs is about to win it for us.

Any luck with the chart you pulled from the Hunters?

Yeah, I have a good idea what chain of islands they're coming from.

Toothless and I will do some recon tomorrow

and search for the Dragon Root.

Wait. Where's Snotlout? He loves Maces and Talons.

I thought you invited him.

Uh, I thought the twins invited him.

We thought Astrid invited him.

I never invite him.

The Edge is under attack! Hunters are everywhere!

It's called a "drill"! Hello?

I was seeing how'd you all react in crisis.

And you all failed! Miserably.

Well, Hiccup, obviously, there are followers then,

and there are leaders. Guess we know which ones we are. Don't we?

Did you find anything on the chart? Where are we attacking?

Snotlout! What is going on with you? First, you ruin the battle.

Then, you play a prank that could have hurt someone.

Listen, Hiccup. It's past time you realize how important I am.

What? What are you talking about?

I'm not gonna end up a beggar in the streets,

eating dust and watching Ruff and Tuff polish their golden sheep.

I'm just as good, if not better than the other guys.

I want to lead the Dragon Riders when Stoick makes you chief.

Okay, but Snotlout, you can't just force your way into a leadership position.

It doesn't work that way. You have...

things you need to work on. Like, uh...

you need to sharpen your battle tactics, like Astrid.

Uh, you need to prove you can be trusted, like Heather.

And you need to be thoughtful and strategic, like Fishlegs.

Do you know what I'm saying?

Yeah. You're saying I can't do it. Well, guess what!

We Jorgensons don't ask permission to be great.

There they are.

- -There who are?

Shh. The Terrible Terrors.

Oh, right. Why are we whispering?

Because we're practicing stealth and infiltration.

If those dragons don't know we're here, Hunters never will.

Battle tactics. I like.

-Yeah, Hookfang! -

All right, if we can just--

- -

-Don't fight it! It only makes it worse. -

- Nailed it. -

You mean, you destroyed it.

The exercise isn't about surprising one, Snotlout.

It's about tricking all of them.

- -

Now, there are some Hunter ships down there, bud, but I don't see any...

Wait a minute.

They have a ton of arrows, but where's all the Dragon Root?

Hmm.

Nice try, Viggo.

Heather. What you up to?

Nothing. Why?

I just see you're heading towards my hut. With flowers, no less.

Don't get excited. They're for Astrid,

as a thank-you for letting me borrow her axe.

She loaned you her axe?

She sleeps with that thing under her pillow.