DreamWorks Dragons

This changes everything.

Okay, gang, we have a lot of work to get The Edge up and running.

And we cannot wait to rebuild our hut!

We've come up with a few new designs/renovations.

It's very, very now.

It's very Today's Viking.

And Vi-queen.

Behold, our second, third, and fourth floors.

The kitchen. It's huge.

What's that in the middle of it?

- So glad you asked. - Since we live on an island...

I came up with the idea of putting one in the middle of our kitchen.

For what?

"For what?" he says.

Remind me, Sister Nut.

¿La Isla Cocina? ¿Por qué es?

Beats me, my flaxen-haired brother.

But it looks cool.

One might say "bro-fessionally" done!

Like "brother," but professionally.

Yeah, yeah, "brother-rated."

"Número brono."

Okay, great, thanks for that.

Uh, whatever all that was,

your hut is one of the few that actually survived,

so this would all be a waste of time and resources.

Hey, here's a thought.

Why don't you put your efforts and brilliant ideas

into the stables?

I guess we could put an island in the middle of the stables.

"Fan-stister-istic" idea!

One might say "marvel-sis."

No. One might not say any of that.

Ugh, come on, Garff.

Doesn't that dragon ever quit? This is the third time this week.

No, Garff! Not Smidvarg!

No, Garff, no!

What? Not doing it this time?

Shame.

That is one magnificent song.

Good girl, Stormfly.

You tell him.

Uh, Hiccup, I hate to say it,

but this is getting way too dangerous.

I agree.

He's following his true nature,

hunting like an adult Death Song now.

Well, it's not his fault.

He's just doing what his instincts tell him.

I understand, Astrid,

but his instincts don't care about the safety of us or our dragons.

Not for all our dragons.

I mean, these two have bonded so well

that Garff's song doesn't even affect Stormfly anymore.

May be true for you,

but try flying a mile in my saddle.

Earplugs, quickly!

What are you thinking, Hiccup?

Just say it.

It might be time to...

find Garff a new home.

A permanent home.

I'm telling you guys, it's perfect.

And what do you mean by "perfect"?

It possesses a very similar climate and vegetation to Melody Island.

Nice canyon walls to hold in the sound.

No visible hostile species.

I'm telling you, Astrid, it is...

- Perfect. - H-here's a thought.

Why talk about it

when we can walk about it?

In... instead of flying.

Tough crowd, H.

Hey, look, I've been there, all right?

It is lonely, and wait till they turn on you.

I mean, they will come at you

with hot molten lava, feathers...

I have to say, Fishlegs, this really is perfect.

And you guys are right.

As much as I love the little guy, he's not really that little anymore.

Well, I guess it's, uh, that time.

So long, Garff.

It's been a pleasure to watch you grow

into such a wonderful,

handsome, strong...

No, I can't. I can't do it.

I hate good-byes. I just hate them!

Blah, blah, blah!

See ya! Wouldn't wanna be ya!

That's how we say good-bye, Jorgenson style!

At least that's how my dad says good-bye to me.

Snotlout, outlout!

Hey, Garff.

You know, you've really made an impact on our group,

especially on my girl here.

But we will be back to visit.

You can count on that, okay?

Uh, is anybody out there?

What?

Oh, right, l-like I knew that there were giant snakes here.

Those are my favorite.

Uh, by the way,

those are not snakes!

Those are Slitherwing dragons.

Oh, no! Not Slitherwing dragons!

What's a Slitherwing dragon?

They're poisonous. Very poisonous!

And dragons!

Don't touch their skin.

It's coated in, well...

Poison?

Precisely.

You touch one, and you are dead by the next moon.

Stormfly!

Aah!

Run!

Garff!

Stormfly, no!

Stormfly.

- There she is! - I got her.

Hey, easy, girl.

Easy.

I don't understand. Garff is an excellent shot.

I mean, how could he miss the Slitherwings but hit Stormfly?

Stormfly.

Come here.

Calm down.

Aah!

- Ooh. - Guys?

I think the Slitherwings took Garff.

But not before they poisoned my dragon.

Hiccup, I've never seen her like this before.

Just look at her eyes.

She seems disoriented. She might be in shock from the poison.

Slitherwing, Slitherwing. Come on, where are you?

Hurry, Fishlegs!

My nerves are already shot, Astrid!

- You are not helping right now. - I'm sorry. I-I'm just...

Scared.

I know. We all are.

But we're gonna figure this out.

Look at me.

We're a team.

And if one of us goes down, we all go down.

There! The Slitherwing!

Okay, okay, okay, okay. Um...

Not much is known about how the poison works.

But, but, but...

But what?

There is an antidote! Yes, yes, yes!

It's a combination of angel fern root,

pine sap, and... oh.

Let me guess, Slitherwing venom.

Hey, we've milked many a nasty dragon

and, per my recollection, an eel or three.

So shouldn't be that hard.

Except that we can't touch the subject

of our milky desires, "bro-fessor."

Does present quite the conundrum.

We are in need of a "bro-lliant..."

sis-covery."

- Is it too much? - Not for me.

Guys, we don't have much time here.

Plus, we need to find out what happened to Garff, so...

Let me guess.

We're splitting up and putting each group

in equal yet perilous danger.

What? Isn't that what we always do?

The only question is, who draws the short straw?

And is it really a straw?

Or a stick with a hole through it?

Fishlegs, you and the twins find the ingredients to the antidote

and get it going.

Astrid, you stay with Stormfly.

She needs you right now.

As for you, you and I...

Get ice cream?

If by "ice cream" you mean going to find Garff, then, yes.

Yak dung. Short straw.

We'll be back.

Stay strong, Astrid. She needs you.

Now that it's just the two of us...

The four of us.

Can I get a break, Hookfang?

Anyways, all kidding aside,

Hiccup, do you really think Garff is alive?

I mean, look at the effect that poison has on Stormfly.