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[Hiccup] This changes everything.
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Ah! This cannot be!
-Where is my King of Dragons? -[Krogan] Perhaps the stories were wrong.
We should consider the possibility that no King of Dragons exists.
Can none of you see what is plainly in front of you?
Your King of Dragons is right here.
Or at least he will be.
These lenses represent the five dragon classes.
Alone, they mean nothing.
But together, they may reveal the answer we seek.
I will dispatch my Dragon Flyers immediately.
We will scour every island for these lenses.
Efficient as always, Krogan.
You have a better idea?
-[both growling] -[knives clink]
Krogan, send your Flyers.
I see no harm in a quick reconnaissance mission.
And, Viggo, you suggest a different path?
A more prudent path.
Do we not know a certain individual
with an entire stockpile of lenses he's not presently using?
Yes. We do.
And I believe there is a way to persuade our old friend Hiccup
to deliver them to us straightaway.
[shimmering tone]
I can't believe Dagur's not going with Heather to Vanaheim.
Heather wanted to say bye to her father alone.
You know what I can't believe?
If you flip a yak upside down, it can right itself almost immediately.
What?
And, you know, also that we never noticed
Heather had a Dragon Eye lens smack-dab in the middle of her belt!
Too bad you don't have the Dragon Eye. At least we could look at the other lens.
-Other lens? -Well...
Dad gave us both lenses when we were kids.
I use mine to look at stuff or to start fires with the sun.
-Do you still have it? -No.
But I know who does. Anyway, what does it matter?
Not like you have another Dragon Eye laying around.
You have another Dragon Eye laying around.
Of course he does.
I call it the "Dragon Eye Two."
Oh, "Dragon Eye Two." That is some weak sauce right there.
We're gonna give you a CBB on that.
Uh, I'm sorry, "CBB"?
"Contrived by a bonehead." It's a technical term.
Let me pitch one more before you leave. "The Thorston-Thorston."
[sighs]
[Tuffnut] Nothing wrong with double Thorstons. Am I right, sis?
I, for one, think Hiccup should be applauded for his ingenuity.
-It works, right, brother? -Well, not quite yet.
You see this dial here?
You turn it to slide in different color gems for the light to filter through.
I still need those gems.
Perhaps my humble, yet vast and varied trading skills
might be of some minor assistance in their procurement, Master Hiccup?
Johann, what are you doing here?
I come bearing a gift for Miss Heather.
A mea culpa, if you will,
for her ghastly experience at the Northern Markets.
Save it, Johann. She's not here.
-Oh, pity. -Yeah.
But back up, Johann, to the part where you help
find the jewels to finish the Dragon Eye Two.
I have no doubt I can obtain these baubles for you, Master Hiccup.
I shall personally deliver them to your door in three to four moons.
No. No, no. We can't wait that long, Johann.
There is a slight possibility to obtain them at the Northern Markets.
But I think we all know the dangers that place possesses. Ooh.
-Well, we'll just have to risk it. -Hiccup, there has to be another way.
The Northern Markets has just gotten too unpredictable.
Shame, really.
It truly is a virtual cornucopia of gemstones.
Toothless and I can protect you, Johann.
I have to finish the Dragon Eye Two right away.
[shudders] All right, then.
I shall rely on you and the mighty Toothless to ensure my safe return.
One small question: do you know the exact sizes of the gems you need?
Not exactly, but I could bring the Dragon Eye along to measure.
Capital idea!
And perhaps the lenses as well,
so that we can immediately elucidate the efficacy of each stone, hmm?
Will do. Everyone else, go with Dagur
-to try and get his lens back. -Not so fast.
We're coming with you.
While I do appreciate the offer of assistance,
perhaps a smaller party is a smarter party.
Ha. When has that ever worked?
Besides, we have to watch our peerless leader's back.
And we might have to pick up a gift for Chicken's birthday.
You know how hard she is to shop for.
-[scoffs] -I've been going up and down the markets.
She doesn't want a quilt. Doesn't want a hay blanket.
Go ahead! Stow it below deck!
I'm glad you two came with me.
Hate to admit this, but I might need the backup.
Really? For what?
-Well, when I was a kid, I was bullied. -You?
Yes, me. [clears throat] By one kid.
Older, monstrous, tough as a Quaken, mean as a Speed Stinger.
-Ansson. "Ansson the Abominable." -[man laughing]
-"Ansson the Abominable," you say? -"Abominable"!
[laughing]
Oh, he's right here.
Except we call him "Ansson the Incompetent."
Aah!
Hmm.
[indistinct chatter]
[gurgles]
[man] Behold! The finest.
Excuse me, kind sir.
Where would we find your chicken-sized necklaces for our perusal?
-Uh-huh. -[Johann clears throat]
I know just the store for you two.
Best selection of avian adornments and poultry paraphernalia
this side of Constantinople.
It's on the far side of the market.
The far, far side.
[Tuffnut gasps, grunts]
-Ow! -[Ruffnut imitates siren wailing]
Thank you, Johann.
While they are gone, might I suggest we expeditiously
seek a different establishment of which they are not aware?
[Toothless gurgles]
[men grunting]
[Johann shudders]
[men grunting]
Master Hiccup, my worst fears confirmed!
Dragon Hunters!
If that dragon even opens its mouth to sneeze,
shoot the peg-leg where he stands.
[Toothless growling]
[Johann panting] Oh, dear.
[growling]
[grunts]
Look out! Yo!
[all groaning]
[man] That's enough of that.
Give me the Dragon Eye lenses.
Don't do it, Master Hiccup!
-[man] Shut it! -[Johann screams]
I'm not sure I have much of a choice, Johann.
[Johann whimpering]
[growls and grunts]
Hey, Johann!
[all screaming]
[roaring]
[whistles innocently]
[whimpering and panting]
What's their problem?
Dragon Hunters. Ambush. You just saved us.
You don't say. An ambush, huh?
Wow. Sounds exciting. Anyway...
Johann, you were so right about that store. Ah!
Voilà! Look at this beauty I "pecked" out.
-[Toothless grunts] -Ha.
Hmm. Ambushes require preparation.
Preparation implies pre-knowledge. Pre-knowledge implies...
Aha! There's only one explanation for what happened here.
The Hunters knew we were coming.
And if the Hunters knew we were coming...
then there is a mole among us!
[gasps] A spy in our group?
A traitor in our troupe!
-Guys, that's ridiculous. -[Tuffnut] Oh, Thor.
I was so blinded by my pursuit of chicken finery
that I couldn't see the feathers for the spy.
Now it's clear.
There's a fox in our henhouse, and he's been a very naughty little fox.
The Hunters just saw us and decided to take their shot.
There is no spy.
Look, we need to pick up our pace, find these jewels and fly out of here.
[man] It's in the aft cupboard!
-[woman] Starboard position! -[Dagur] There he is!
"Ansson the Abominable."
Oh, well, if it isn't "Dagur the Dainty."
[both snickering]
[chuckles] Yeah. Nobody calls me that anymore, Ansson,
now that I'm chief and all.
Oh, is that right?
What brings you to the docks, Chief Dainty?
[chuckles awkwardly] Uh...
Hey, when we were kids, Ansson, you borrowed something from me.
I took a lot of things from you.
While there may be some truth to that,
there is one little thing that I kind of need back.
It's no big deal. Just a decorative glass doohickey with a metal rim.
Yeah, yeah, I remember that thing.
I used to set things on fire with it.
I may still have it around here somewhere, Dainty.
[growls]
Excuse me for a minute, Mr. Abominable.
What are you waiting for? Look at that guy. Just take it from him.
I can't.
Look, old Dagur would've snatched it back by now and thrown him overboard.
But I promised Heather I would lead by example from now on, so...
You know what? Good for you, Dagur.
Put a sock in it, Fishface!
[groans] Listen, all bullies want things.
Find something he really wants and then trade him for the lens.
You know, Snotlout may be right.
-[sighs] -Dainty.
[Hiccup] Turquoise, sunstone, amethyst and emerald.
-Four down, three to go. -Excellent.
[Tuffnut] What about Snotlout? He's a bit shifty, right?
Untrustworthy. Oblong body.
Spy material, no question.
Way too obvious.
Hmm. What about Astrid?
Why else would she be with Hiccup?
Except to spy on him!
[groans] It could really be anybody.
I mean, except us, of course.
Of course.
[both grunt]
Make your move, turncoat.
Just what a provocateur would say.
[both grunt]
"Provocateur." Good word. Well-used.
-[grunts] -Come on!
My Thor. That descended into the absurd rather quickly.
Actually, it took longer than expected.
-We need rubies. Any ideas? -[Thorstons fighting]
[Tuffnut] Not the hair! Ow!
New fishing nets?
-Gronckle-iron sword? -Hey! That's mine!
-Where did you get that? -Fishlegs...
I used to attack you every other week.
You didn't think I would come away with something?
Haha! Hmm? Hmm?
[groans] I don't get it.
He doesn't want gold or silver or anything.
Please, Ansson, what do you want?
The Thunderfish.
What?
I want you to help me catch the Thunderfish.
[scoffs] The Thunderfish is a myth.
How are we to help you catch something that doesn't actually exist?
It exists. I've seen it.
Been chasing that giant for years.
It's why they all laugh at me.
[laughing]
And if I help you catch this Thunderfish?
I'll give you your doohickey, Dainty.
Three gold pieces for that?
Trader Johann does not pay list price.
Johann! We're not here to get a good deal.
[sighs] Apologies. Old habits die hard.
-[chuckles] -Mmm. [harrumphs]
Hiccup, those Hunters must have called for backup.
I would show you the worried look on my face if it wasn't for the fact
that I'm afraid to turn my back on my treasonous sister.
My backstabbing brother is correct.
And now they have air support.
No. Haven't seen 'em.
Look, we got to go now, or we'll never get out of here.
Master Hiccup, we still require one topaz and a single sapphire as well,
which, in my experience, are not found laying on the ground.
You're right, Johann. They're not. But what about underground?
[Tuffnut] You lying she-beast!
Toothless and I can find the gems
and be out before it even knows we were there.
Now, the key is finding the back way we used to...
Uh...
[Johann] What?
You don't expect a seasoned trader like myself
to pass up such a convenient cache of valuable goods, do you?
Johann, you are full of surprises.
We haven't even begun to scratch the surface.
Uh, guys?
I'm thinking you should take this discussion underground.
[dragons roaring]
I found tracks! This way!
[dragons roaring]
Okay. Ruff, Tuff, you lead these guys away while we go for the gems.
No way. I'm not going anywhere with this traitor.
Says the double agent.
-Now! -Fine.
[all shrieking]
[Tuffnut imitates chicken clucking]
So, uh, what kind of bait attracts a Thunderfish?
Cod? Halibut? Yak hoof?
Oh, now I get it. You're insane.
A Thunderfish is attracted to shiny things.
You just wait and see. It won't be long now.
[Dagur sighs]
[shrieking]
Ha! I got you this time!
What are you waiting for, Dainty?
[grunting]
That's no fish! It's a dragon!
Dragons don't live in the water!
Scauldrons do, Ansson!
[grunts]
Oh, come on!
Oh! Yes! Oh, easy, big boy.
Oh! [grunts]
[grunts] You let it get away?
Aah!
[grunts]
[roaring]
[Dagur screaming]
[roaring]
You had it all along.
[shimmering tone]
Perhaps it would be prudent to have your dragon stand guard
in case we need to make a hasty exit.
[Toothless grunts]
Eureka! A perfect topaz!
Nice! That just leaves the...
Sapphire. Right behind you.
[blade clinks]
I'll take that bag of lenses, boy.
[sighs]
[gasps] Look, whatever Krogan and Viggo are paying you...
Paying me? Those two?
I pay them, to serve at my feet.
Why do you even want these? And why now?
Because they're the next step in finding the King of Dragons
and the key to yours truly becoming the richest man on Earth.
Heather's lens!
[laughs] Well done, Hiccup.
Don't be so morose.
How do you think it's been for me?
Pretending all these years to actually care about you and your little friends.
The number of times I wanted to just scream at the top of my...
And yet, I'm wondering, why aren't you more surprised?
And what do you find humorous?
The twins and their rants.
You know, I-I ignore most of them, but this "spy" thing got me thinking.
Maybe-- Maybe it was coincidence those Hunters ambushed us,
but how did they know to ask for the Dragon Eye lenses--
the lenses I only brought because you asked me to?
Well, then things started to add up.
You were there when Heather lost her lens.
[Johann] Master Hiccup, they're everywhere!
[Hiccup] Your "distress call" got most of us off the Edge
right when the Dragon Hunters decided to invade.
Incoming!
-Johann! Where is Heather going? -[snarls]
[Hiccup] You sent us after Dagur, assuring us he'd be alone.
Now!
[man] Fire!
-[man 2] Release! Good shot, laddies! -[gasps]
[Hiccup] And your ship was conveniently docked at Outcast Island
right as he broke out of prison.
[prisoners screaming]
[chuckles]
The most difficult part was letting him think
he actually stole my ship.
You've been behind all of this.
Since as far back as Breakneck Bog,
I've been doing everything humanly possible to rid the archipelago
of you and your Dragon Riders.
But you have a most annoying habit of not dying when you're supposed to.
You have your own pesky habit. You never stop talking.
You give away pretty much everything,
especially when you think you have the upper hand.
You see, when I did this little move to Toothless to leave,
leaving was actually the last thing I told him to do.
[snarling]
The Sandbuster will surely hear if a plasma blast is fired.
Probably. But I just don't see him needing a plasma blast for this.
[growls]
[panting]
-[grunts] -[Toothless roars]
[Hiccup] Toothless!
[chuckles] Now I believe we are all caught up.
The lenses, please, now.
[sighs]
-[grunts] -[chuckles]
[gasps] What?
No!
Oh, Hiccup, why make this any more complicated than it needs to be?
Perhaps, for old times' sake, I should regale you with tales
of alligator races with the Sultan of Zanzibar
or some such fictional account of my travels.
That's right, Hiccup.
The tales I sold you and your gullible father
I plundered from real merchants before I sunk them and their ships.
[chuckles and grunts]
[gasps]
[grunts]
[both grunting]
Oh! [grunts]
Aah!
[grunting]
-Aah! -[grunts]
[roaring]
[snarling]
Aah!
Aah! [grunting]
[Hiccup] Good job, Toothless.
Johann.
Now's not the time, bud.
But I have a feeling we're going to get another shot at him soon.
[Toothless roaring]
[indistinct chatter]
I don't see no Thunderfish.
[laughs] What a shock!
What happened?
The Thunderfish turned out to be a Scauldron.
-Huh? -[laughing]
A Scauldron!
A massive, killer dragon
whose water-strike burns the skin off your bones.
[all murmuring]
Ansson here faced the beast down eye to eye
and bravely helped chase it away.
Now that it's no longer around to eat the fish,
all your nets will be fuller.
Is this true?
You dare question the word of your chief?
This man saved my life, and he improved yours.
[all murmuring]
[chanting] Ansson. Ansson. Oy! Oy! Oy!
[all chanting] Ansson. Ansson. Oy! Oy! Oy!
[laughing and cheering]
Dagur, what about the lens?
A Berserker deal is a Berserker deal.
We didn't catch a Thunderfish. I didn't earn it.
[Ansson] Yes, you did, Chief.
So Johann has been playing us all for years.
And the twins are the reason you figured it out?
-[chuckles] -[chicken squawks]
-Ah. -[chicken squawks]
And you're sure my lens will help us find this King of Dragons?
-I hope so. -So do I, brother. So do I.
Okay. Hit it, bud.
Five different classes.
And we have lenses for three.
First person to find all five lenses...
Reveals the King of Dragons.
Game on.