[theme music playing]
[Hiccup] This changes everything.
[Hiccup] Come on, Toothless!
Faster, bud.
-There they are. -Close the dome.
And so the drama begins.
One man, one dragon, one leg...
versus one rapidly closing dome.
It's going to be close.
Yeah, no way he's making that.
[laughs]
-What? -Good job, Toothless.
[Fishlegs] Woo-hoo! [laughs]
Ooh!
All right, we're up.
Nobody's been able to beat the dome except Hiccup.
Nobody till now.
Guys, this was a drill. Do you have to turn it into a game?
Don't we always?
Fair point.
'Twas once a drill. Then it became a game.
Now, it is theater!
Let the drama unfold.
Whatever it is, it's my turn.
I'll wager he loses an eye.
Ha-ha! On the contrary, I predict that Act 1 Scene 1
will conclude with the loss of a gall bladder.
Hm. Or perhaps a leg. What say you, young Hiccup?
Okay.
Woo-hoo!
-[screeches] -[grunts]
Hey!
Ah!
Stay focused, Hookfang!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Ow!
Keep your head in the game. Hookfang!
He hath emerged from the forest!
-And what of his gall bladder? -Impossible to say.
The tension continues to build.
[screams]
And time runs out for our plucky little anti-hero.
I love a ticking sundial, don't you?
-Indeed. -Guys, please.
[screams]
[grunting]
[screams]
Hookfang, beat the dome! Hurry up!
Ah-ha!
-[thud] -Ah!
Snotlout, are you okay?
[grunts] Define "okay."
-Where's Hookfang? -That's what I'd like to know.
I've got some words for that dragon.
[Hookfang screeching]
[Snotlout] Hookfang! Hookfang, where are you?
Finally! There you are.
What's with the attitude? I'm supposed to be mad here.
Are you okay, Hooky? You've got to be starving.
Come on, let's get you back to Dragon's Edge.
Here, Hookfang.
Ow!
What? You love mackerel.
[screeches]
[grunting]
Hookfang!
Ow!
Everybody saw that, right?
Yes, we did, my friend, and it was delightful.
Good sir, can you re-enact it for us?
No, I'm talking about Hookfang. He's acting weird.
-How's that? -He didn't listen to me,
he ran away, he spit fish in my face,
threw me against the wall.
And this is weird how?
You have to admit
that does kind of sum up your relationship with Hookfang.
[growls softly]
If you're coming to tell me I'm crazy, save it.
You know what? You're right.
-I am? -No one knows your dragon like you do.
If you think something's wrong, lock him in a pen tonight
so he doesn't hurt himself then we can see in the morning.
Yeah. Maybe I'll do that.
[growls sadly]
Don't look at me like that. This is for your own good.
[screeches sadly]
See you in the morning.
[growls sadly]
[loud crash]
Hookfang, you feeling better? Who wants tuna for breakfast?
Hookfang?
Hookfang broke out of his pen last night!
Then this might be serious.
I accept your offer to help in the search.
[grunts]
Come on, Toothless. Up, bud. Fly, bud.
Do something, bud!
Okay, calm down, Snotlout. We'll help you look for Hookfang.
Yeah, you will, it was your idea to leave him alone in his pen.
Hookfang! Hookfang!
[screeches]
Easy, bud.
Sooner we find Hookfang, sooner we'll get Snotlout off your back.
[sighs]
-Give me your eye thingy. -You mean my spy glass?
[low screeching]
That sound, we heard that before Hookfang weirded out.
-Go that way! -Would you...
Okay, let me fly the dragon.
Sounded like a Monstrous Nightmare.
[low growl]
This place again?
Where I found him last time.
[growling ferociously]
Another Monstrous Nightmare!
And that's not another. That's a female Monstrous Nightmare.
A female?
Now it makes sense.
My dragon has a way with the ladies!
Must have picked up pointers from his master.
I doubt it. She's not dry heaving.
Okay, shush. Hookfang, time's up. Let's go.
Snotlout, you might want to tread lightly.
He's looking a wee bit territorial.
"Bit territorial." Thanks for the advice.
You said nobody knows my dragon like I do.
When it comes to Hookfang, I handle my own business.
Hookfang? Girl Hookfang?
What's-- [screams]
[coughs]
Yeah, he's busy right now.
[Astrid] Snotlout, it's not that bad.
-It could have been worse. -I fear not.
Hookfang made a decisive choice in that moment,
and, thus, acted upon it.
Mm. Showing, not telling. The number one rule in theater.
And what better way to achieve that than by setting one aflame!
Kid all you want, I know that dragon.
What's in his heart and in his head.
He'll come back to me like always.
Uh--
You're gonna tell me he's never coming back?
[hesitantly] Uh--
Fishlegs?
He wouldn't follow his training, he wouldn't eat,
he ran away twice, he picked another dragon over you.
-Don't forget the fire. -He pushed you away.
-All the symptoms are there. -Of what?
I think Hookfang is going feral.
[both gasp]
-No, not going feral? -The cruelest turn of events...
-What's going feral mean? -No idea.
It means that meeting this female has reawakened his primal instincts.
He's returning to the wild.
Shut up, Fishface. What do you know?
Hookfang needs me.
It's nature, Snotlout. You can't fight it.
Watch me.
[dramatically] Bravo! Bravissimo! Encore!
-Ah, what theater! -Yes, and what a cliffhanger.
It's a scary idea, huh?
That one of our dragons might just one day go back to the wild?
You'd never do that to me, would you?
I didn't think so.
If it was going to happen to anyone, it'd be Snotlout.
None of us have to worry.
Right?
[growls softly]
[sniffing]
What smells so good?
[Fishlegs humming]
You're giving Meatlug a rubdown?
With her favorite lingonberry oil.
Letting her know she's appreciated.
[continues humming]
Primal instincts, Thor's butt!
My primal instinct is to get my dragon back.
Hi, Girl Hookfang!
You already got my boy bringing dinner for you. Big step.
[growls]
I just wanted to come over and say hello.
Maybe bring a little dessert.
I've got something very special.
[screeches]
What? You don't like eel?
Oops. If I were you, I'd fly away and never look back.
[growls softly]
[grunts]
A... little... help... here!
I have had enough of you, Hookfang!
It's time to choose, her or me.
[growling sadly]
Any luck?
You give a dragon the best years of your life and then-- pfft --it's over!
[whimpering]
You want more bauxite?
Classic romantic comedy paradigm.
Boy gets dragon, boy loses dragon,
dragon falls asleep, boy eats,
boy falls asleep, dragon eats.
[sobbing] Oh! Gets me every time.
I give up.
If being with her makes Hookfang happy, I guess
I should be happy for him, too.
Ugh.
If you'll excuse me,
I think I'm going to go lay down for a few... weeks.
It's really not like Snotlout to give up this easily.
What can he do? Hookfang hath forsaken him.
I, too, would be depress-ed, if Barf and Belch forsook-ed me.
And if I forsak-ed thee?
That wouldn't bother me.
We gotta get him back in the saddle right away.
We've got some work to do.
What's this?
We stayed up all night wrangling new dragons.
We figured, maybe with Hookfang going through...
whatever he's going through, this might help.
Guys, I don't know what to say.
-Thank Thor. -Except that you wasted your time.
Come on, Snotlout, at least try them out.
[Snotlout] As awesome as Hookfire, Fangmaster and Hook Blazefang are...
I named them already.
I can't look at them and not think of Hookfang.
Another cruel twist. Snotlout rejects the new suitors.
Begone, pretenders, and never return! I hast forsookenst thou.
I know you're hurting, but we need you up there with us.
Dagur's looking for us. We can't be down a rider.
What if you tried a different kind of dragon?
I don't know. Maybe.
There you go! How about a Nadder? Uh, Astrid?
He doesn't want to ride Stormfly again. He's already--
Too small, too slow, two heads.
You don't like these dragons.
Maybe we try some new ones.
A Thunderdrum or a Timberjack? Or how about--
I don't want to come off as thankful or anything,
but you taught me a lesson today by offering me your inferior dragons.
What are you saying?
I'm saying that if I can't fly Hookfang, I don't want to fly any dragon.
How can you be a dragon rider and not ride a dragon?
You were always the smart one.
-Wait, you're-- -Quitting, right.
I shall be a dragon rider no more.
What?
-Time to call in the understudy. -Hey, how's your Snotlout?
Snotlout, you're just hurting now, that's all.
Give it time.
No, Hiccup, my mind is made up.
I'm going to say goodbye to Hookfang, then sail back to Berk for good.
It's over.
Hello, Hookfang? Girl Hookfang?
I've come to say goodbye.
Hookfang?
What did you do? I knew you were bad news!
[growls]
Make your move, she-devil.
[yells]
[roars]
Eggs? What's going on here?
[roaring]
A Titan Wing Monstrous Nightmare? Could this get any worse?
[roaring]
Whoa. I'd stay away from that guy.
What are you doing?
I don't know why, but here goes nothing.
You want Hookfang's girlfriend, you got to go through--
[roaring]
-What are you guys doing here? -We came to convince you not to quit.
What's going on here?
It looks like two male dragons fighting over a female.
I've heard male Vikings do it, but I've never seen it.
The Titan Wing heard the female's mating call, too,
-and was drawn to it. -Ah-ha!
A love triangle!
Wrong. Girl Hookfang has three eggs in that cave.
Hookfang has been helping her protect them from giant jerk dragon.
That wasn't a mating call.
It was a distress call!
We taught him a lesson. He won't be back.
Yes, he will. They're probably the eggs of a rival.
Titan Wings won't give up until they're destroyed.
So Hookfang didn't go feral after all?
Apparently not.
He's trying to establish dominance
over the Titan Wing so he'll leave the eggs alone. Wow!
-I knew it! -A true underdog story.
Yes! The apex of dramaturgy!
I'm proud of you.
Girl Hookfang just became an honorary Jorgensen.
Oh, boy.
-Uh, Hiccup? -Yeah?
Remember what I said about the Titan Wing coming back?
Yeah?
Well...
[both growling]
Hookfang can't take on that alone.
He won't be alone.
-Neither will you. -We gotta do this ourselves.
No! That thing will tear you apart. Saddle up, everybody.
You heard Fishlegs. That Titan Wing will only stop if it's dominated by Hookfang.
-He's right. -But look at that thing.
-It's-- -I know. Gigantic, scary, angry.
-Bloodthirsty! -Thanks, Tuff.
Writer's embellishment.
Get him, Snotlout. You guys can do this.
Hey, be careful. He's pretty nasty.
Whatever happens, promise me you'll protect those eggs.
We will.
He's crazy.
-He's Snotlout. -True.
[screams]
-Yeah! -Nice move!
Hookfang's smaller but more maneuverable.
The climax approaches.
[screams, thuds]
This is gonna hurt.
[roars]
Way to go, Girl Hookfang! I always did like you.
Okay, Hookfang, time to play Beat the Dome!
Beat the Dome? That's his great idea?
Whoa, whoa. Snotlout's never beaten the dome.
You're right.
Okay, Astrid, Tuff, Ruff, you're with me.
Fishlegs, stay with Girl Hookfang and defend the eggs.
All right, keep coming, keep coming, keep coming.
[screams]
Woo-hoo!
You couldn't make that turn? [laughs] Man, you're gonna hate this.
Start the dome, now!
Yes, they got it!
Oh, no!
They didn't make it!
[roaring]
Got you! Ha!
Great shot, Hookfang.
Hookfang's using the Titan Wing's size against him!
He's trying to wear it down.
[Hiccup] Quick, open the dome!
-[roars] -Whoa!
Now, that's what I call domination.
-Boom! -[screeches happily]
You tell him, Fangster.
Guys, look. They hatched!
[baby dragons cooing]
And to think I saved them.
[growls]
Okay! We saved them. We saved them.
Snotlout, Hookfang! Oi! Oi! Oi!
[crying]
I know.
-What's wrong with you two? -Nothing.
You just don't see enough happy endings these days.
Snotlout! Oi! Oi! Oi!
Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!
[theme music playing]