DreamWorks Dragons

This changes everything.

- Hey. I'm trying to get some sleep here. -

Stupid volcano.

Chicken.

Easy, little Chicken.

I'm sick of these baby ones.

I wish it would volcano-up and start spewing already.

Right? Either get on with it, or keep it to yourself.

It's okay, girl.

The volcano hasn't erupted in three months. It's not gonna start now.

- Right? -

Hiccup.

- Was that... - More intense than normal?

No doubt.

Whoa!

All right, everyone got their Gronckle Iron?

- Yeah. - Good. Just like we practiced, guys.

And don't spill any. We can't afford to lose a drop.

Guys, this is worse than I thought.

Yeah, I know! Oh, my S.

Hiccup, look at it.

You know how attached I am to my S.

Snotlout, no one cares about your S.

Keep pouring Gronckle Iron into the cracks.

Yes.

Whoa!

Wait for it.

Yak's eye.

Char grilled Snotlout, anyone?

He'll have a nice smoky finish from the lava.

Hey, Ruff. Tuff.

Ugh. Buzz kill.

It was such a beautiful S.

Come on, Barf. Come on, Belch.

This is a disaster.

Yeah, I've seen worse.

You mean you've caused worse.

Huh, I wish. This is Odin's handiwork himself, my friend.

But I, I am a mere mortal.

You happy, Hiccup?

Happy? What? What did I do?

We should have left this pile of rocks months ago, but no.

You wanted to keep exploring.

"Hiccup the explorer."

Hiccup, I'd rather plant dragon root under my fingernails than agree with Snotlout.

Don't waste your time, A. That stuff needs a ton of light to grow.

Unless you're willing to stand...

I think it might be time to head back to Berk.

Viggo and Ryker are gone. The Dragon Eye is destroyed.

Even Mother Nature is telling us to go.

- Huh? - Uh...

Mother Earth? The Earth Mother?

The earliest roots date back to the Mesopotamian tablets

which show the creative and nurturing sides

of nature as a female deity.

You should read more.

Hiccup, we won.

We can go home now.

- - I know, bud. She's right.

Really? Awesome news. And just in time for our estate sale.

I'm sorry. Your what?

Listen, man. This helmet is a bona fide helmet...

Not too late to get in on the lifelike Nutt statues.

You act right now, I'll throw in some free shipping.

- -

You're breaking my boars here.

Made from our actual hair.

- Ew... - Ew yourself, missy.

You wish you had locks like these.

Uh, who in their right mind would ever buy a statue of you two?

Sold! Statue of us two!

Of course.

Hi, question. When are we getting out of here?

When the volcano is stabilized.

We just need time to find new homes for the dragons we've relocated here.

That's weird. What's Johann doing here?

Oh, dear. There hasn't been destruction like this

since Emperor Nicephorus and the Byzantines

were mercilessly annihilated in the Battle of Pliska.

They say that Khan Krum had Nicephorus' skull encased in silver

and drank mead from it.

Ruthless.

Anyway, it's going to take some cleanup.

I have a multitude of items that could assist you in that process. Hmm?

There's not going to be any cleanup, Johann.

Well, master Hiccup, perhaps this delivery will cheer you up.

I think you will like what you see.

Although what mysterious avocation could you be working on

that necessitates such an odd variety of articles? Hmm?

Doesn't really matter now, Johann.

Sold!

Yeah.

All right. Think. Think. Think.

We need something that'll not only hold up to the intense heat of the lava, but...

Will withstand the extreme buildup of volcanic pressure.

- Exactly. -

Guys, do you mind?

There's gotta be something.

All right. Pick that up.

Huh?

Wait. You might actually be onto something.

Fishlegs, what if we mixed Deathsong Amber with Gronckle Iron?

You mean the very same Deathsong Amber that withstood the pressure of water

hundreds of feet below the surface of the ocean?

That's the one.

Mixing the exact quantities of all the ingredients will be key

so it doesn't set off a negative chemical reaction.

I can't believe that actually worked.

Let's not start slapping each other's yaks just yet.

That was the last Deathsong Amber.

And even if we had more,

there's no way Meatlug can make enough Gronckle Iron to stabilize the island.

So, we need Gronckles and Deathsong Amber.

We know where to find both.

There is no way I'm going to Melody Island.

The word death is in the dragon's name for a very good reason.

Astrid and I will get the Amber.

Good. I like that plan.

Fishlegs, you stay behind and gather ingredients for Gronckle Iron

and find a place to store the liquid metal.

- Oh, keep talking. This is the best plan. - What about us? What are we doing?

Rounding up a group of Gronckles from Dark Deep.

- - You idiots. Why did you open your big...

Snotlout, you're going with them. Congratulations.

This is the worst plan I've ever heard.

This is strange.

And I don't hear anything.

No Deathsong.

You were saying?

These wounds are fresh.

Dragon Hunters?

Not like any we've encountered. This is beyond brutal.

That sounds like... No way...

- Garff? - Oh, my Thor. You're right. It is.

Oh, you poor thing. What have they done to you?

Wait a minute, where's the other Deathsong?

- Must not have been as lucky as this guy. - "Lucky"?

- Garff got away. He's still alive. - Yeah, barely.

Hey. It's okay. It's okay.

Hiccup, if Viggo's gone, then...

Who's leading these Hunters?

What's so important that they'd go toe to toe with a Deathsong?

Oh, this is no way to hunt dragons.

Not what you're used to. Is that it?

Well, please, do accept my most sincere apologies.

Mm-hmm.

Now, if you would be so kind as to tell me why the objection?

Uh, takes the sport out of it. Seems like cheating, is all.

Cheating. Cheating.

When you're right, you're right.

Ah, look at us, we crooked band of double dealers.

Well, I suppose if you'd rather do things your way...

Good luck to you, hmm? And perhaps we will meet again.

I can leave? Just like that?

Just like that. Safe travels, my friend.

Anyone else feel like discussing our methods of trapping?

The floor is open.

I can't believe you sold Johann all our stuff.