Tuffnut: Give it back. It's my blanket.
Snotlout: Ah! [grumbling]
Snotlout: Why do we have to be the ones to stay up on Rumblehorn watch?
Snotlout: Hookfang, I'm talking to you.
Snotlout: [sighs] We're never going to stop this crazy dragon from tearing this place up.
Snotlout: Aaah! Intruder alert!
Snotlout: Intruder alert!
Snotlout: Ow, ow, ow!
Snotlout: That's the third time this week!
Snotlout: Sweet relief. [shudders]
Hiccup: The Rumblehorn! It's headed for the Eastern beach.
Hiccup: Come on, you guys!
Hiccup: Finally. We got it!
Hiccup: Everybody stay back!
Tuffnut: I didn't think it would be so smelly.
Ruffnut: I didn't think it would be so hairy.
Gobber:You try shaving with a hook for an arm!
Tuffnut: The Rumblehorn talks! Quick, smack it.
Gobber: Cut me down, you simpleton!
Ruffnut: And it's got a bad attitude.
Gobber: Eh, never mind!
Tuffnut: Gobber, what did you do with our Rumblehorn?
Gobber: Rumblehorn? What's a Rumblehorn?
Fishlegs: A new dragon that's been trying to chase us off the island.
Astrid: Yeah, us and everything else.
Hiccup: We've been trying to catch it and relocate it.
Snotlout: Yet we caught you. Yay, us.
Gobber: You're trying to catch a dragon with a net that can't hold a one-legged, one-armed Viking?
Tuffnut: Not too late to club him still.
Tuffnut: I can give him a little "Ah! Uh!" You know, "uh, uh, uh!"
Hiccup: Yeah, we should just get back and check on the dragon base.
Gobber: Well, let's see what you've done with the place.
Gobber: It looks very, well...
Gobber: Your words, not mine.
Hiccup: The Rumblehorn must have hit us while we were out chasing you.
Tuffnut: Last chance. I can still club him.
Tuffnut: Come on, club, club, club. Join the club.
Gobber: As much as I love a good clubbing, even my own, it will have to wait. You and I need to talk.
Gobber: I've come with disturbing news about your father.
Hiccup: Is he all right?
Gobber: Oh, he's fine.
Hiccup: That's a relief.
Gobber: But, then again, not so fine.
Hiccup: Gobber, you're killing me. Is my father okay or not?
Gobber: Oh, he's as fit as a dragon.
Gobber: Unfortunately, he's as ornery as one, too.
Gobber: No offense.
Gobber: I've never seen him like this... angry, shouting at everyone.
Hiccup: Actually, that sounds like vintage Stoick the Vast to me.
Gobber: You think I would have sailed in a boat by myself for a week if it were "vintage" Stoick the Vast?
Gobber: He's driving the village crazy!
Hiccup: All right, I guess I'd better see what's going on with him.
Gobber: Good idea.
Hiccup: You want to ride back with me and Toothless?
Gobber: Actually, I think I might stay a while, help repair your wee dragon base.
Gobber: See if I can offer up some of my dragon-killing experience to help defend against that Rumblehorn.
Gobber: If there's time, I'll take Tuffnut up on that clubbing.
Tuffnut: It works with Ruffnut.
Hiccup: I get it.
Hiccup: So basically, you're hiding out from my father.
Gobber: One might look at it that way.
Hiccup: Well, bud, I guess we're off to Berk.
Hiccup: Hmm, it's quieter than usual.
Stoick: Shoddy workmanship! That's what this is!
Hiccup: Okay, follow the sound of the angry Viking.
Stoick: I said I wanted these weapons arranged by deadliness!
Stoick: ...axes, bludgeons, then maces!
Stoick: If I used them on you, you wouldn't forget how deadly they were!
Stoick: Gah! I can't believe it...
Sven: Hiccup, thank Thor you're here. You've got to help us.
Sven: Your father has become unbearable!
Hiccup: Well, to be fair, Sven, you did have the weapons out of order.
Sven: That's because yesterday he told me to arrange them by length!
Sven: The day before it was by pointiness!
Sven: the day before that, it was by name!
Sven: Did you know he gave each weapon its own nickname?
Hiccup: Well, I have to admit, that is really weird.
Hiccup: Uh, all right, I'll go talk to him.
Sven: I mean, seriously.
Sven: Who names their mace Daisy?
Astrid: These attacks are getting worse every time.
Astrid: Either that Rumblehorn's got to go, or we do.
Tuffnut: Hey, our boar pit survived! Cool!
Tuffnut: I like a pit, but I love a boar pit.
Gobber: You call that a boar pit? Ha!
Gobber: I've dug my way out of shallow graves deeper than that.
Fishlegs: Would you look at these Rumblehorn tracks?
Fishlegs: If you take into account the width and the depth of the footprints, and the distance between them, I calculate that this dragon is...
Gobber: Hefty. One might even say beefy.
Snotlout: Does somebody want to tell me why we're rebuilding this place?
Snotlout: He's just going to crash through and wreck it again.
Gobber: He wouldn't if you could build a defensive wall properly.
Gobber: Well, don't just stand there.
Gobber: If you want to learn, follow me.
Stoick: For Thor's sake, you plow like an old woman!
Stoick: Gah! [grumbling] Hag.
Stoick: This is how you plow!
Stoick: Oh, it's so simple! You can't even...
Hiccup: Ow, ow, ow! Ah. Gothi!
Hiccup: You know, personally, I don't know what he's talking about.
Hiccup: I... I love your plowing.
Hiccup: You are by far my favorite plower in all of Berk.
Hiccup: That... That's some good plowing, yeah.
Hiccup: Uh, yes, I... I agree. He is totally out of control.
Hiccup: Watch the language. He's still my father.
Hiccup: I'll talk to him, I promise.
Hiccup: Dad, please don't kill me! It's your son!
Hiccup: Oh! Good to see you too, Dad. Now... Now if I could just, um, breathe?
Stoick: Oh sorry!
Stoick: Just happy to see my son!
Hiccup: Well, that's great.
Hiccup: My... My cracked ribs and I are happy to see you, too.
Hiccup: What are you doing all the way out at the academy?
Stoick: Oh, well, I come up here for the peace and quiet.
Stoick: Tired of hearing people complaining...
Stoick: Stoick, you're being too tough. Stoick, you're being too picky.
Stock: Stoick, you're cutting off my air supply.
Hiccup: Hey, hey, is that Thornado's old saddle?
Hiccup: Wow, Dad, you really kept it shiny.
Stoick: Well, just because one dragon is gone doesn't mean I'm gonna let a valuable piece of equipment fall into disrepair.
Stoick: But enough about me. [grunts]
Stoick: What brings my world-traveler son back to Berk?
Hiccup: Well, we... We still...
Sven: Eh, Stoick, I don't mean to interrupt, but I've got those weapons arranged by deadliness, just like you wanted them.
Stoick: And who said I wanted them that way?
Stoick: Does anyone around here listen? Ahh!
Hiccup: Dad, Dad, Dad! I just had a great idea.
Stoick: If it involves me hurling an axe at Sven's head, let's hear it.
Sven: Oh, I... I hear my sheep calling.
Hiccup: I-I was thinking something a little more relaxing.
Hiccup: Something to take the edge off?
Stoick: Edge? What edge?
Stoick: Okay, I'm listening.
Hiccup: Yeah, so I was thinking, why don't you take a couple of days off, come with me to see the dragon base?
Stoick: No, impossible. There's far too much to do around here.
Hiccup: Okay, Dad. Well, tell you what, if I'm being honest, the reason I'm really here is that I've got a dragon problem back on the island.
Stoick: Dragon problem? What kind of a dragon problem?
Hiccup: Well, you see, we're trying to relocate a new species of dragon and I thought we could handle it, but we could really use your help.
Stoick: Well, I suppose I could spare a moment, if you really need me.
Hiccup: Oh, we do. We really, really do.
Astrid: I have to admit, that's one impressive wall.
Astrid: It should stop the Rumblehorn, at least from the ground.
Gobber: I'm going to call her Greta, after my first love.
Gobber: Large, sturdy. Beefy, some would say.
Fishlegs: It's coming from the West!
Fishlegs: And it's getting closer!
Astrid: Everybody, mount up!
Gobber: I'm not moving! The wall will hold.
Gobber: [laughs] Told you my Greta would hold.
Gobber: Oh, Greta, how could you?
Astrid: Hurry up and move those logs!
Astrid: Gobber, are you all right?
Gobber: Good morning, Mommy. Is it time for dragon-killing school?
Snotlout: Hey, at least this wall held.
Snotlout: Of course, everything else got crushed.
Tuffnut: Incoming! Yeah!
Tuffnut: Fire, fire! Use all weapons! Start blasting!
Hiccup: Hey, it's us. Cut it out!
Tuffnut: Oh, okay. Sorry about that.
Tuffnut: [chuckles] Nice to see you, Chief.
Tuffnut: You're looking very fit.
Tuffnut: Your hands seem to be rough... and well-worked.
Tuffnut: Anyway, welcome to Rumblehorn hell.
Stoick: You weren't kidding about having dragon problems.
Hiccup: Is anybody hurt?
Astrid: Well, sort of.
Gobber: Hello, lovies. Who'd like some figgy pudding?
Stoick: What's wrong with him?
Tuffnut: Well, Chief, you can start with the peg leg.
Tuffnut: And then you add in the hook and the bad breath, weird neck. I mean, look at his neck.
Snotlout: He'll be fine. He got hit by a watchtower.
Gobber: [laughs] Ah, you're killing me.
Gobber: Who knew you were such a card? [laughs]
Astrid: Hiccup, these Rumblehorn attacks are getting out of hand.
Astrid: We have to do something.
Stoick: Okay, then, first things first. We start with...
Hiccup: Astrid, you search the Eastern coastline.
Hiccup: Ruff, Tuff, you have the West.
Hiccup: My father and I will take the middle of the island.
Hiccup: Fishlegs and Snotlout, you take care of Gobber and keep fixing the base.
Fishlegs: Got it.
Snotlout: Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute there, dragon master.
Gobber: Hello, little fella.
Snotlout: How come I have to stay behind?
Gobber: I'm a dragon. Ya! Heh.
Hiccup: Okay, fine, you want to hunt the unstoppable, bloodthirsty dragon instead?
Snotlout: Bloodthirsty dragon, huh?
Gobber: Ooh, look at my tail.
Gobber: Do dragons chase their tails or do they breathe fire on them?
Gobber: I don't know.
Snotlout: On second thought, I don't want to give you guys an unfair advantage.
Snotlout: So I should probably stay behind and protect one of the archipelago's national treasures.
Gobber: The sun is a shiny potato covered in drawn butter.
Snotlout: And the moon is a scoop of ice cream.
Stoick: Ah, it's good to be back up in the air again.
Stoick: No wonder you never come back to visit.
Stoick: This highland is spectacular.
Hiccup: Thanks, Dad, but we're not gonna be able to keep any of it if we don't solve our Rumblehorn problem.
Stoick: Right. When exactly did you start having trouble with it?
Hiccup: A few weeks ago.
Hiccup: We didn't even know it was on the island.
Hiccup: And then suddenly it was everywhere.
Hiccup: First is just went after wild dragons, then it started coming after us.
Stoick: And how many dragons has it killed?
Hiccup: None yet. This dragon is more than strong.
Hiccup: It's fast, it's smart and it's elusive.
Hiccup: We've never even gotten a good look at it.
Stoick: This does seem like quite the challenge, doesn't it?
Hiccup: Yes, it does.
Stoick: Look at the two of us... two Viking men on the hunt, scheming to catch a wild beast.
Hiccup: See? You're cheering up already, right?
Stoick: Let's not get ahead of ourselves, son.
Hiccup: You see what I mean? Every time, we just miss it.
Stoick: Well, we didn't see it fly away, so it has to be on foot.
Stoick: But which way?
Hiccup: Over here. Check the direction of the trees he took down.
Stoick: After you, son.
Stoick: Ho ho, this is great.
Hiccup: These footprints are fresh. We should be right on top of it.
Stoick: It's like the beast can sense us coming, and then it changes direction. A truly worthy adversary.
Hiccup: We have got to be getting close.
Stoick: Ah, I don't think so. We've been here before.
Stoick: Look at the broken branches on this side of the trail.
Stoick: The beast has doubled back on us.
Hiccup: Wait, you think it knows we're hunting it?
Stoick: No, I think it's hunting us.
Hiccup: Oh, that's good!
Hiccup: No, I prefer it much more the other way around.
Hiccup: What are you thinking, Dad?
[Stoick breaks branch]
Stock: I might have an idea on how we're going to catch this beast.
Stoick: ♪ Well, I've got my club and I've got my rope ♪ ♪ And I smell like a yak 'cause I don't use soap ♪ ♪ I'm a Viking through and through! ♪
Stoick: Well, you're magnificent!
Stoick: And you've got a lot to say, don't you? [roars]
Stoick: Now, let's see if you can back it up.
Hiccup: Dad! Get out of there!
Stoick: Not a chance!
Stoick: Oh, no, you don't!
Hiccup: Dad, let go of the rope!
Hiccup: Dad, don't let go of the rope!
Stoick: Oh, you want a piece of me on the way down, do you?!
Stoick: Come and get some!
Stoick: Come on!
Hiccup: We'd better get back to Dragon's Edge for reinforcements.
Stoick: This isn't over, Rumblehorn!
Stoick: Where's Gobber?
Gobber: Come back, please. [laughs]
Snotlout: Boar pit?
Hiccup: Okay, Gobber accounted for.
Astrid: Hiccup, did you find the Rumblehorn?
Hiccup: More like he found us.
Stoick: [laughs] Gave us a good run, that one.
Hiccup: We're gonna resupply, and then we all need to go look for it.
Tuffnut: Eh, I bet I can find him, like right now.
Snotlout: Oh, really.
Tuffnut: Oh, yeah.
Snotlout: Oh, really?
Snotlout: How's that?
Tuffnut: Wait for it.
Hiccup; What the... Ah!
Hiccup: Hey, everybody? On your dragons!
Hiccup: We need to draw him away from Dragon's Edge!
Hiccup: It tracked us all the way here!
Hiccup: Dad, let's catch him first. Then we can admire him.
Hiccup: Where are all the Night Terrors going?
Stoick: And why isn't the Rumblehorn following us?
Hiccup: Because it's following him.
Gobber: Mr. Boar, come back, please.
Gobber: I just want to have a friendly chat.
Hiccup: Let's get his attention, bud.
Gobber: Aha ha!
Astrid: Stormfly, spine shot!
StoicL For as powerful as that dragon is, he doesn't seem to have a real thirst for blood.
Hiccup: Not yet, but it's still going after Gobber.
Hiccup: I hate to do this, but it's the Rumblehorn or Gobber.
Hiccup: We may only get one shot at this, bud.
Hiccup: Let's make it count!
Stoick: This doesn't make any sense.
Stoick: Unless... Hiccup, wait!
Hiccup: Dad, what are you doing?
Gobber: Not so fast, you.
[hoof beats approach]
Gobber: Oh, look, it's Pepe, my favorite pet yak.
Gobber: We didn't eat you on Snoggletog morning after all. No.
Stoick: If that dragon wanted to hurt people, he'd have done it by now.
Stoick: Something else is going on here.
Hiccup: Like what?
Stoick: Only one way to find out.
Stoick: Put me down next to him.
[Gobber speaking baby talk]
Gobber: Stoick, you remember Pepe?
Stoick: Yes, yes, Gobber. Pepe and I need to have a wee talk.
Gobber: Hiccup, have you met Pepe?
Hiccup: Oh, God.
Stoick: What is it you really want, dragon?
Stoick: I think this dragon is trying to tell us something.
Fishlegs: What is happening, what is happening, what is happening?
Hiccup: I think you're right.
Stoick: [grunts] Whoa, big fella! Hold on there!
Hiccup: Go get 'em, bud!
Stoick: Son, out there!
Hiccup: The sea level... is it rising?
Hiccup: There's a giant wave headed for us.
Hiccup: The Rumblehorn knew it and was trying to get us to leave.
Hiccup: He was trying to save us!
Hiccup: That explains why he was chasing Gobber.
Tuffnut: I'm not buying it. Okay, guys, real quick...
Tuffnut: How long does it take to learn to swim?
Hiccup: No one has to swim.
Hiccup: We just need to block the wave from hitting the camp.
Snotlout: Isn't it a little late for that, Hiccup?
Astrid: No! Gobber's rock wall... that's big enough to stop the wave.
Astrid: We just need to reinforce it.
Fishlegs: The wave's coming! Hurry!
Fishlegs: The wall's not going to be high enough to stop that wave!
Astrid: And it's cracking!
Stoick: You handle the cracks, son! I've got an idea.
Hiccup: You heard the man!
Astrid: On it!
Astrid: Stormfly, spine shot!
Fishlegs: Meatlug, spew!
Stoick: All right, then, let's finish what you started.
Stoick: Full speed, big fella!
Fishlegs: I can't believe it, guys.
Fishlegs: If that Rumblehorn hadn't warned us, we would have been wiped out.
Fishlegs: Look at this guy. He is amazing.
Stoick: Yes! You can say that again, Fishlegs.
Fishlegs: You know, guys, this is a whole new class of dragon.
Fishlegs: We need a name.
Hiccup: Well, it tracked us down. How about Tracker Class?
Snotlout: Tracker Class? [laughs] Yeah, right!
Snotlout: That sounds like something I would come up with.
FIshlegs: Tracker Class it is.
Snotlout: What?! You like it?!
Snotlout: Aw, come on!
Hiccup: Gobber, I sure am glad you're back to normal.
Gobber: Yeah, not sure what all went on, but I'm sore in places I didn't know I had.
Stoick: Well, son, I'm glad I let you insist I come here.
Hiccup: You know, Dad, when I first came back to Berk, I thought you might be missing me.
Hiccup: But it was Thornado all along.
Stoick: Aw, I do miss that magnificent beast.
Stoick: We had some connection, he and I.
Hiccup: Oh, I get it.
Hiccup: No, I can't imagine what it would be like without Toothless.
Stoick: Well, Thornado will never be replaced, but this guy... we're a lot alike, he and I.
Stock: We're both protectors, we're both leaders.
Gobber: And you're both hard-headed.
Stock: Hard-headed, you say? Skull-crushing's more like it.
Stoick: Wait, that's what we'll call you.
Stoick: Skull Crusher!
Stoick:And by the way, son?
Stoick: I do miss you. A lot, in fact.
Stoick: All right, big fella. Let's get back to Berk. I've got the perfect saddle waiting for you.
Hiccup: All right, guys, we have a lot of work to do.
Hiccup:So let's get to it.
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