Snotlout: Baa, baa, black yak, have you any fur? Yes sir, yes sir, more than you can muster. I'll be the judge, said the little Viking boy. Gimme, gimme, gimme, or I'll mace you into a toy. My mom used to sing that one to me. (Baby Fireworm squeaks and ignites, burning Snotlout's hand. Snotlout throws it and Hookfang catches it. They put it in Snotlout's helmet.) Baa, baa, black yak, go, you crazy black yak. (Snotlout laughs nervously at the glaring Queen.)
Snotlout: [A few minutes after Part 1] Hush, little Fireworm, don't you roar, or that thing's coming through the floor. If it does then we're all done 'cause its gonna fry us like the sun! (Finishes in a hysterical tone.) (Hookfang raises an eyebrow at Snotlout.) (Snotlout sighs in relief as the Baby Fireworms stop screeching. As soon as he does so they start screeching again.) Why do babies always make you pay like that?
- Part 1 is set to the nursery rhyme Baa, Baa, Black Sheep.
- Part 2 is set to Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.