DreamWorks Dragons

This changes everything.

"The Berserkers cordially invite you to be their honored guests

at the inaugural Berserker Apprenticeship Graduation Ceremony."

Guys, Berserker Island.

I'm so excited to see where Heather comes from.

And Dagur. You know, they say you can learn

a lot about people by tracing their place of origin.

Legend has it the old Nut family tree originated

with the wild albino snow monkeys of the Northern Territories.

Look, guys. I'm a monkey.

Case in point.

I'm just excited for the party.

Nothing like a good graduation celebration.

I've crashed my fair share.

You dragged us out of bed for this?

You're just mad because Dagur doesn't like you.

He likes me, fish-face.

- Yeah, Fishlegs. - Thank you, Astrid.

You can't dislike someone you don't know is alive.

Shut up, Astrid.

Now, guys, this is the first time we've been asked to Berserker Island.

- So? - So, no matter how weird

or Berserky it gets, just try to stay calm.

Why would anyone stay calm on Berserker Island?

Doesn't make any sense.

Huh?

Ha!

Welcome to Berserker Island, where dreams become realities.

Name?

Haddock, H-Hiccup.

And Hofferson, Astrid.

- Uh, we're here for the ceremony. - Did not ask you that. Next?

- Ingerman, Fishlegs... - Move. Move.

Jorgenson, Snotlout Gary.

Hold it. Not on the list.

- What? - Oh, no, it has to be on the list.

- Can you look again? - Only Jorgenson I see is a Snot-hat.

That's not my name!

Brother!

You all made it!

Stand down, guard. They're on my personal guest list.

Yes, Chief.

You hear that, H? "Chief"!

Any problems getting here?

No. It was an easy trip.

Right up until the time that my name wasn't on the list.

It wasn't? Oh, heavens.

- No, no, it was. It was just a slight... - "Snot-hat."

I'm so sorry. I'm usually dead on

with remembering names, Snot-pocket.

They are all more than welcome on our little slice of Berserkedness.

You too, Snot-lip.

"Snot-lip." You too, Dag-fart.

As you will undoubtedly see for yourselves,

the Berserker landscape is only outdone in its majesty by the Berserker people.

Hey, Dagur. Is that Savage?

Yep, yep. Got the band back together. Yo, Savage!

Well, look who it is!

One big, happy...

Ha ha ha ha.

Whoa. Whoa! Easy, bud. Easy, bud.

Yeah, our dragons have been having a little trouble adjusting.

Yeah. Had to build the stables over the village.

They look very familiar.

We may have stolen...

Borrowed the plans from you.

But having them way up there keeps the dragons much calmer.

That's odd. Dragons are normally very adaptive creatures.

Maybe they're just reacting to living amongst all the crazy Berserkedness!

They seem fine now.

Weird, right?

Definitely.

So, Dagster.

Dagur. It's Da-gur. No "S," no "T."

Yeah, no, no. I know. I was just, um...

Uh, so, Dagur. The Berserker Apprentice Program.

What's up with that? Why would you want to be an apprentice?

Answer all my questions.

It's not just an apprentice, Snot-hole. It's the apprentice.

A Berserker apprentice. We spent months combing the region

for the baddest, smartest, craziest Viking in and outside the archipelago.

- You did? - Oh, yeah.

And who'd have thought the candidate would be right

in our neighbor's backyard the whole time?

Really? Do we know him?

Do you know him? Come on out, boy!

Reveal yourself and your many skills and talents!

The first Berserker apprentice to ever grace this crazy land.

I present to you...

Gustav.

Gustav?

Gustav.

The super Berserker apprentice.

What?

Turns out, some people truly understand the value of the Guster

and relish the qualities he brings to an apprenticeship program.

It's like I was born to be Berserk.

Up high. Down low.

Bam!

I don't understand.

I didn't either, Snot-nose.

I thought, "Who could possibly live up"

to the high standards that I, in particular,

"would demand of an apprentice to call my own?"

This guy?

- This guy. - But it's Gustav. He's just a fake me.

Why accept imitation when you can have the real thing?

Silly, Snot-face. He's been studying Berserk history,

learning all the Berserker songs.

And I've been practicing all the latest Berserker fighting techniques.

Can't wait to see that.

My little super apprentice is even graduating two weeks early.

Oh, stop it, you.

No, you stop it.

No, you stop it.

You stop it.

- No, you stop it... - No, you stop it.

Oh.

Oh, I'm gonna be sick.

Dagur! Dagur!

Boulder!

Good lookin' out, Gusterama!

- Guster on the spot, bro. - What?

What do you say you lead these guys on a tour of my domain?

It would be my pleasure, oh, chiefly one.

Everyone choose a buddy.

Don't want anyone to get lost in the ol' tour de la Berserkers.

Is that French? I love French! Oui, oui.

French. He doesn't know French. What's French?

So, just how Berserk you think we're talking?

- Majestically speaking, of course. - Mini boar toss?

Mini Berserker toss?

Mini Berserker on a mini boar toss?

- Don't toy with my emotions. - This is what we call phase one.

What is that, a smile? Wait, you happy?

That's the best you can do on Berserker Island?

Boring!

What's a Nut gotta do to see some action around here?

I'm tellin' ya.

Ow! Whoa!

That's what I'm talking about.

These will be phase two.

And what will be the difference between phase one and two?

The number. Hello?

Little slow on the uptake over on Dragon's Edge.

- Yeah, right. It was a stupid question. - Ugh.

This will be our trading zone.

You want it, we got it. You need it, we'll get it.

Tell them what you wanna call it, Gusmaster.

The Wall Market! Get it? Wall Market. Wall Mark-et. Get it?

I don't. But okay.

Genius, this kid! G-nius. Get it?

Oh, oh! And for la piece de résistance,

le Skrill! Oh. Yeah. Cue lightning sounds.

Isn't he amazing, Snot-rag?

Can't believe you let this gem of an apprentice get away.

Shootin' 'em out!

Shut up!

It is in times like these that I'm reminded of something

my great-uncle Haggard used to say,

"There we were, three against a thousand.

Toughest three we ever fought."

Anyhoo, today's about only one man.

One man who I'm going to miss as his apprenticeship comes to a sad...

but beautiful end.

There will be a huge hole here

and a bigger hole here.

Aww.

Mnh-mnh. Hey, Astrid.

And that man is none other than... What the?

Uh, part of the ceremony?

Savage? What in Thor's name do you think you're doing?

Something I should have done a long time ago.

I'm takin' control.

Seize them!

Go! Move!

Finally, something berserk!

Toothless!

Meatlug!

Meatlug!

- I don't understand. Why won't they come? - They must be locked in the stables.

- What about Dagur? - What's wrong, Gusto?

- Lost without your hero? - Snotlout!

- We need our dragons. - Astrid's right, everybody.

We have no chance on our own. We're outnumbered.

Heather!

Follow me!

In here! Quickly!

It's clear.

A coup? Really? How did this happen?

Don't look at me, I had nothing to do with it.

- I wasn't looking at you. - Unless we should be looking at you.

Tell us what you know, turncoat! Your coat is turned around.