DreamWorks Dragons

This changes everything.

Toothless!

What are you doing here?

"What am I doing here?" What are you doing here?

Did I mention that I was grateful, for you saving my life?

You did. And as a repayment, how about standing still?

You're making dinner come up with all that pacing back and forth.

Right, sorry. I'm just worried about Toothless.

Oh, well, if you miss your dragon, have a pet of mine. He won't mind.

There's a good boy.

Spitelout, what's the deal with this place anyway?

You've got all these provisions. You could survive for months.

Well, in case you forgot,

those bleeding blowtorches destroyed my brand-new,

perfectly located storehouse

and nearly charbroiled my son in the process.

You were there. It was an ugly day in Jorgenson history.

Is that... That's all this is about? Revenge?

I've been watching 'em. Closely.

One day I'll trap one. See how they like a little Jorgenson justice.

Yeah, okay, fine.

Just remember,

it's rescuing my dragon first, Jorgenson Justice, second.

If we don't get Toothless up in the sky without the cover of night,

he'll be a sitting duck.

Well, then... lead on.

I could use a break from the peace and solitude.

Doesn't suit me.

I'm a people person, you know.

Maces and Talons. Childish nonsense.

Never very good at it, I take it?

Why kill pieces of marble, when you can kill people?

Explaining that would take longer than I have the patience for.

Everyone out. Now.

Once again, the Dragon Eye is in its rightful place.

Never to be misused by the Dragon Riders again.

Do try to contain your excitement, Krogan.

The Dragon Eye has spent the last month in a volcano.

You think it's going to be of any use to us now?

Let's find out. Hold the dragon up.

As predicted.

Tell me you can fix it.

If you'd leave me to myself, the chances of that will rise exponentially.

Gustav. That's me!

It's all right, Stormfly. You did good out there, girl.

Oh, yeah.

All right, that's it! That is it.

This charade has gone too far!

The truth must be revealed!

What are you talking about? Where are you going?

If I tell that gorilla what happened,

that he wasn't saved by Ruffnut,

but in fact he saved her,

then maybe, just maybe, he'll sail back to his own rock

and then we can go back to our normal life.

Two adult siblings living in familial harmony,

spending every moment together,

united as one living, breathing being

that tries relentlessly to invoke physical harm on the other.

Normal? Are you sure about that?

Uh-oh.

What's going on over there?

Tuff's telling the Throkman the truth. About everything.

And you let him? Are you insane?

Si, yo no se donde esta el plastico wazoo.

Arroz con pollo, si.

How'd that go?

Well, you know what they say about the truth setting you free?

I don't feel free at all. Sans freedom.

- What did he say when you told him? - He said he agreed with me.

That he shouldn't be in love with someone over some silly life debt.

So, that's good, right?

It was. Right up until he said,

"What was once a debt of honor,

has grown into a debt of ardor."

Hiccup, we need to speak.

He's not here, chief.

Do I even want to hear this?

He said he had to find another way to fight the Singetails,

- and then he just flew off. - I hate it when he flies off.

Well, then, I suppose that you and I should speak, missy.

Okay, so, what exactly have you been doing out here this whole time?

Research, boyo. I've been doing research.

On?

Singetails, of course. What else would I be out here doing research on? Daft.

So, what have you got? Anything useful?

"Anything useful," he says.

- Eh. - Ow!

Why would you do that?

- Heatlout. - You named it?

I named them all. They became like family after time.

Hotlout. Quite the naughty ninny. One of my favorites.

Flamelout.

He knows we're here.

I'm starting to think I may have showed up just in time, Spitelout.

And why's that, boyo?

Oh, I don't know. Let's just say...

Uh, Spitelout, don't move. You're sitting on a...

Ah! Harmless, this one. Never moves from this spot.

He thinks quite highly of himself.

What's his name, Naplout?

Stoick. His name's Stoick.

Oh. Of course it is.

That's Toothless!

- Uh-oh. - "Uh-oh," what?

No. What's the uh-oh?

Deathlout. I call him "Deathlout."

Okay. That's it. I'm ending this now.

How do you intend to do that?

Give old Deathlout a smack in the snout, hope he runs away scared?

I don't think so.

What do you say we try a little something I'd like to call...

Who cares what it is? You can name it later.

You've got the easy part.

Run out there and get as close to your dragon as you can,

without getting killed by the Singetail. Then, get ready to grab him.

That's the easy part?

Just keep your eyes on the ball, boyo. All right. On the count of three. One...

Ah!

Hi.

Oh, yes.

Guess I did have the easy part.

Yes!

Yes! Whoo!

Take that, ya scaly lizard.

Deathlout, meet Snaptrapper.

I do hope you enjoy each other's company.

You're gonna be together for quite a spell.

Because I'm Spitelout! Spitelout! Oy, oy, oy!

Spitelout! Spitelout! Oy, oy, oy!

That's an interesting song, Spitelout.

An instant classic, I'd wager.

Well, that might be a stretch. But it was a nice plan.

Well, what do you expect?

- I'm a Jorgenson. - You're a Jorgenson.

Well, that's the last of it.

I left you a nice supply of Dried Boar Gizzards and Yak Jerky. Enjoy.

Uh... Wait. Where are you going?

I came here to catch a Singetail. Caught a Singetail. Mission completed.

You don't want to hang around and help me study him?

Nope. Just wanted the revenge. Got it.

Spitelout, we finally have a Singetail dragon

that I can take a real close look at. See if I can find a weakness.

Something we can exploit the next time the Flyers attack.

Well, all right. I'm going on record and saying

that you're just wasting your time. But have at it.

Cover me. Both of you.

Okay, there, boy. I'm going to start by saying, no one wants to hurt you.

You've gotta be joking.

I just need to get a closer look. Get to know you a bit.

You've just been misunderstood and...

Wow, that would be the signal fire.

To call all his Singetail buddies.

You should have plenty of them to study in a matter of moments.

Yeah, let's put that off for another day.

Oh, I've seen this a thousand times.

There's one direction we can go to get clear of these vermin.

Oh, for Thor's sake. Follow that Nadder, bud.

Up! Up!

Good call, Spitelout. They must not like the altitude.

Aye, but they sure do love a good campfire.