[Hiccup] This changes everything.
[Fishlegs] Well, by my calculations, Hiccup,
for the Dragon Blade to ignite in those kind of wind conditions,
it would require--
An additional half jar of Monstrous Nightmare gel.
Precisely!
Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Fishlegs?
[both] Build a new handle to hold twice as much gel.
Of course. Now, what gauge cylinder will we use?
My brain says ten, but my heart says 13...
-That's a language we'll never understand. -[growls]
[chuckles] Yeah. You know, we too have a language that you will never understand.
This is news?
No, seriously. We created our own secret twin language.
Yeah, just in case we ever got captured and needed to communicate in code.
Okay, I know I'm gonna regret asking this,
but what exactly is this secret language of yours?
It's complex, so try and follow along with that pretty little head of yours.
Ello-hay, [snorts] Uffnut-Ray. [snorts]
Ello-hay, [snorts] Uffnut-Tay. [snorts]
We call it Boar Latin!
[Ruffnut] Yeah. Genius, right? [snorts]
Oh, wait, uh... En-ius-jay, Ight-ray? [snorts]
Can you believe it only took us 11 years to come up with that?
I mean, 15 with the research and development.
What's with all the snorting?
Uh, hello?
It's called "Boar Latin." Uh, boar. [snorts]
Yeah, heard of it? Can't have the Latin without the boar.
Then it'd just be Latin.
Duh. Everyone speaks Latin these days.
[chuckles] Ummy-day. [snorts]
Erk-jay. [snorts]
Hey, just for the record, I understand everything you guys are saying.
That's ingenious, Hiccup.
I wouldn't have thought of it if you hadn't suggested Changewing acid.
Uh, I come back from patrol for this?
[imitating Fishlegs] "Oh, you're so smart, Hiccup."
[imitating Hiccup] "Oh, no, actually you're the smartest, Fishlegs."
[imitating Fishlegs] "Oh, you're so pretty."
[imitating Hiccup] "Oh, actually you're so pretty.
We're both pretty. Let's hug."
Ah! Ook-lay. [snorts]
Uh, what was that?
Boar Latin. I'll explain later.
-[Terrible Terror growls] -Terror Mail.
We'll continue this discussion later, Fishlegs.
-Huh? -What is it?
Urgent message from the Defenders of the Wing.
Mala needs help.
[whizzing]
All right, gang. Fan out and keep your eyes peeled.
We have no idea what we're flying into.
[woman 1] They're here! [man 1] Welcome!
[crowd cheering]
Look, there they are!
[man 2] Welcome, Riders!
[man 3] I see them now!
[crowd continues cheering]
Hiccup Haddock, thank the ancients, you received our message.
Mala. Throk. What happened? Is it Hunters?
No. Something much worse.
[laughs] This would appear to be an egg-mergency.
Or some might call it "emergency egg-may." [snorts]
Has something happened to Tuffnut?
Nope. This is pretty much a daily thing.
-Is that-- -An Eruptodon egg.
Unlike other dragons, Eruptodons only produce a single egg in their lifetime.
Our tribe has been waiting generations for our Great Protector to have an heir.
And now, it has finally happened.
So, this should be a time for celebration, shouldn't it?
[all sighing]
If it were that simple.
An Eruptodon egg can only hatch under very special conditions.
The dragon is born of flame
and its egg requires the life-giving lava of its ancestral nesting site,
a cavern deep inside the Grand Volcano.
So, what's it doin' out here?
[rumbling]
[growls wearily]
Easy, girl. It's all right.
The birth weakened our already aged Great Protector,
so much so that she cannot fly to the sacred site.
We were able to spare the egg,
but without proper nesting, it will not hatch.
Our only option is to transport the egg ourselves
before the lava rises and floods the cavern.
-Whoa! [screams] -[Mala screams]
[laughs]
[sniffs]
The future of our entire civilization rests on this egg's survival.
If it fails to hatch, the Great Protector will not have an heir.
And if there is no Eruptodon to eat the lava from the volcano,
the island and our tribe is doomed.
Mala, we will deliver that egg into the volcano.
[laughs] When you say "we will," you actually mean "you will," right?
Okay, great. Check you later.
By the looks of the lava, we have a small window,
but it should be just enough time to get in and get out.
Exactly. You thinking what I'm thinking, Fishlegs?
[retches] Here it comes. Another Hicclegs lovefest.
-I'll fly the egg down. -I'll fly the egg down.
[all gasp]
Uh, Hiccup, I think you mean I should fly the egg down,
because Gronckles are accustomed to lava.
Well, that's true, yeah,
but a Night Fury has the distinct speed advantage, don't you think?
Gentlemen. Time is waning.
Hiccup Haddock and the Night Fury will fly the egg to the cavern.
Right. Yes. Okay.
What just happened?
I have no idea, but Hicclegs just got very interesting.
Our armor is coated with a layer of heat-resistant Eruptodon saliva.
Ugh.
It should help protect against the effects of the volcano.
And, speaking of heat...
[Toothless grunting]
Gronckle Iron tail fin.
[clinking]
[whistles]
Uh, Fishlegs, look--
The sacred cavern is located
on the south side of the volcano's interior.
May the spirits of our fallen warriors guide your wings, Hiccup Haddock.
[grunts]
Okay, uh, I guess all I need now is the egg.
The egg is my responsibility. I'm going with you.
My queen, let me go instead.
No, Throk.
A queen must always be willing to risk her life for her people.
[growls]
[lava bubbling]
-[grunts] Come on. Keep going, bud. -[Mala grunts]
[growls]
-Down there. -I see it.
Toothless, wing right.
[Toothless grunting]
[Hiccup] Whoa!
What is happening, Hiccup?
If that tail gives out, the three of us and the egg are done for.
-[Hiccup grunting] -[Toothless growling]
[Mala groaning]
My queen.
Hiccup, what happened?
Quickly. Replace the Night Fury's tail. You must go back.
I don't have another one. I could try to make one out of--
No. There's no time.
-Oh, no. -[Mala] I feared this would happen.
The egg has spent too much time outside the nesting site.
It requires the life-giving lava.
And if it isn't delivered soon, it will become hard as stone. Then...
Then, what?
It will never hatch. And it will die.
[crowd clamoring]
There is no need for panic. We must stay calm.
[grunting in pain]
These herbs will help you regain your strength, Great Protector.
Looks like ol' Throk might be a little "cray-cray." [laughs, snorts]
-Oh! -Wow! I had no idea
-you spoke our language. -Rother-bay. [snorts]
[both laughing]
What?
[grunting in pain]
[crowd continues clamoring]
Fear not. The egg will be delivered into the Grand Volcano as promised.
Hey, uh, Fishlegs, look, [stammers] about earlier--
Yeah, earlier. Right. Weird.
So weird.
[chuckles]
Well, I thought we could put our heads together again
and see if we can come up with a solution for Mala.
She really needs us.
Yes. I agree.
Great. Great. Yeah, well, I've been giving it a lot of thought.
-Me, too. -Perfect.
Then you must be thinking what I'm thinking, right?
-Scale down the cliff. -Submerge the egg in a lava bath.
-[sighs in exasperation] -Lava bath? Oh, come on.
We could never maintain its temperature. Lava cools.
Scale down the cliff? Were you being serious about that?
-Well, what do you think I'm-- -Guys, remember earlier
when you both agreed Gronckles were good in lava conditions?
Maybe Fishlegs and Meatlug should give it a try?
You know, Eruptodons, Gronckles, both Boulder class.
Hey, we tried it your way. Why not just--
Excellent idea. We leave at once.
Uh...
Come, Hiccup Haddock. We don't know what we'll find and may need your help.
[growling]
[growls excitedly]
We are nearing the sacred nesting site.
Okay, girl. Take us home.
Can't this Gronckle fly any faster?
-[grunts] -[exclaims]
Fishlegs, why are you stopping?
[lava explodes]
Impressive.
Okay, girl, let's go.
[screeching]
We must transport the egg to the end of these caverns
before the lava floods in. Quickly.
[screeching]
Rother-bay [snorts] Notlout-say [snorts] e-way [snorts]
elcome-way [snorts] ou-yay. [snorts]
For the millionth time, you two,
I don't understand anything you've been saying for the last three hours!
Shh. It's okay, Boar Brother Snotlout.
-Don't. -No need to hide your proud roots.
Please stop.
-You're among your Boar Latin family now. -[screams]
Or should we say, "amily-fay." [snorts]
Okay, that lava is getting a little too close to the entrance.
[Throk] Not to worry, Astrid Hofferson.
Queen Mala knows this volcano better than anyone on the island.
[grunts]
They've been down there for a long time.
Yes. The lava is rising quickly. They should've returned by now.
That settles it. We're going in.
[growls]
[lava explodes]
I agree. But how? Those explosions are too dangerous and getting worse.
If we just had a way to get down safely without dragons.
-Actually, we might have a "lan-pay." -[snorts]
-[screams] -[laughs]
We'll make it.
Uh, hey, you guys, what are those?
-Whoa! -Hmm.
There was a time when the tribal elders would climb down into these caverns
and sacrifice themselves for the greater good of the tribe.
Right, right, right, right. But, what are these figures?
[Mala] I have never seen those before.
-Uh, the egg? We should keep moving. -[distant roaring]
Um, what was that?
Uh, I'm not sure.
[screeching]
-Please tell me those aren't bats. -Yeah, they're definitely not bats.
[screeching getting louder]
[Fishlegs screams]
-Guard the egg! -[Meatlug grunts]
This must have been what the carving was trying to warn about.
But there's too many. They're as relentless
as Speed Stingers, so we should probably...
[clangs]
Not exactly what I had in mind.
I'll direct them away while you and Meatlug get Mala and the egg to safety.
Hiccup, these dragons eat fire.
Fishlegs, that is abundantly clear.
-[Mala] No! -Mala!
[grunting]
Stay away.
-They outnumber her three to one. -Then we need to even the odds.
[screeching]
-Ah, now what? -I don't know. I thought you had the idea.
[Meatlug grunting]
[screeching in panic]
[growls]
-Hiccup Haddock. No! -[screeching]
Fishlegs Ingerman.
We'll never make it to her in time.
[growling]
-Meatlug, roll! -Meatlug, fly!
[growls quizzically, groans]
[screams] Stop!
No!
[growling]
The Diving Bell? That was your big "lan-pay"?
You flew all the way to Berk for a big hunk of metal to dangle over fire?
Why not bring back a frying pan?
How "umb-day" are they? [laughs, snorts]
It's uncanny. There's no trace of an accent.
To talk that eloquently, he must be at least a quarter boar.
Maybe two-fifths. He is hairy in strange places.
-Hey! -Actually, I believe this could work.
If we were to invert it, and then coat it in Eruptodon saliva.
It won't last long but should be enough to reach the cavern,
find them, and raise them to safety. I'll get to work.
Oh, great, now what?
Which direction?
-Left. -Right.
Oh, gods.
What is going on with us?
We're just not thinking. We need to clear our heads.
Right, right. Good idea.
-Right. -Left?
-[gasps] -Ugh!
Oh, maybe we're cursed.
No. There is a perfectly logical explanation for what's happening.
Of course, I can't think of it right now.
Mala, what direction do you think?
Hiccup, where's Mala?
-Mala! -She snuck off down those corridors.
-Mala! -Mala!
[grunts annoyingly]
-Okay, Barf and Belch, take us in. -[Barf and Belch grunting]
[lava bubbling]
Grace of the ancients. The Eruptodon saliva worked.
Yes. But we need to move faster.
Guys, let's pick up the "ace-pay." [snorts]
-[laughs] They made it. -Great. Time for the big swing.
[metal creaking]
-[Astrid screams] -[splashes]
[Astrid grunting]
[Toothless growling]
-[chomps] -Toothless, what are you doing?
[screams] Toothless!
Pull up, you crazy Night Fury.
[gasps] Oh, that's not good.
[growls in pain]
Okay, you're the "idea dragon." Now what?
-Mala! Mala! -Mala! Mala!
I must have offended the gods, Hiccup.
That's why we're being punished.
I should've never taken Odin's name in vain. Never!
Oh, come on, Fishlegs. That has nothing to do with this.
There, you see, our fortunes are finally changing for the better.
Leave me. This is my duty. My people.
Mala, you don't know what they're capable of.
[screeching]
[all scream]
Unhand me. I command you.
Sacrificing yourself won't do anyone any good.
Hiccup, look.
[screeching]
Are they frustrated at not being able to crack the shell,
or is it something else?
Not sure, but it doesn't seem predatory.
[rumbling]
Wait, Fishlegs, are you thinking what I'm thinking?
You know, I think I actually am!
-There is no more time for indecision. -Mala...
-[screeching] -Oh, for the love of Odi--
Seriously?
Sorry. I really gotta work on that.
[bubbling]
[explosion]
[groans] Th... Th... Throk. So tired.
-[groans] -Don't close your eyes, Astrid.
We must stay awake for Hiccup Haddock and Queen Mala.
Hi... Hi... Hiccup.
[sizzling]
[screeching]
That is the Egg of the Great Protector. I command you. Return it.
[screeching]
[grunting with effort]
[screeching furiously]
[rumbling]
Mala, give us the egg.
-Absolutely not. -We have a plan.
-Do you? -[Hiccup] We do.
And I think you should hear us out on this one.
Those dragons won't let you pass,
but we have a way to get the egg to the nesting place.
Trust us, Mala.
[rumbling]
[screeching]
Hiccup Haddock, what are you doing?
They don't want to harm the egg. They're not predators, okay?
They're here to help Eruptodon eggs reach their sacred nesting place.
Yeah. Those cave drawings weren't a warning from your ancestors.
They were historical records, instructions.
[screeching]
Their attacks were to keep us humans from damaging the egg.
[rumbling loudly]
We have to go. Now.
[growling]
[screeching]
Ooh. This is gonna be close.
Give us all you got, girl!
[Hiccup] Come on. Yes!
Hey!
Down there! Look behind you!
Hiccup, there in the lava!
Let's go, Fishlegs.
Right there with you, Hiccup.
[grunts]
Come on, Throk.
[grunts] Go! That Gronckle clearly cannot hold us all.
My mission was to get my queen to safety.
By the ancients.
[roars]
-[Mala] Yes! -[Fishlegs laughs]
[grunting affectionately]
The egg is in good hands, Mala.
-Exactly what I was gonna say. -[both laughing]
It's nice to see things are finally back to normal.
Whatevs. I sort of liked the new Hicclegs.
The other kind is "otally-tay" [snorts] "oring-bay." [snorts]
-A true master linguist. -[growls in approval]
[chuckles] You said it "Ookfang-Hay." [snorts]
[screeches]
[screeching excitedly]