Bad Moon Rising Dragons

This changes everything.

-Are you sure you've got the recipe right?

-Of course I'm sure.

-Three parts limestone...

-Whoo!

-Three parts limestone...

-Uh-huh.

Give it all you've got, bud!

-Two parts sandstone...

-EXPLOSION

Sandstone - check.

-One part iron ore. Up high, down low.

-Yeah!

And now, the secret ingredient.

DRAGONS ROAR

One giant spoon of cool and hardened Gronkle lava.

Gronkle lava - of course!

Urgh, urgh...

Voila! You have Gronkle iron.

All right, let's see how your Gronkle iron holds up

against a close-range spine shot.

Be our guest.

Stormfly, spines.

Urgh, giant...furry...

-..teeth.

-Tuff, no!

-Even the teeth were furry.

Thank Loki. You guys are not going to believe

what just happened to me. It was...

We'll talk in a little bit.

There I was - me and my inner "nut".

Tuff, what happened out there?

It was dark, so dark, Hiccup - not even the moon to light my merry way.

And then, all of a sudden, out of the darkness, red eyes,

ferocious teeth, a growl that could peel the beak off a chicken.

CHICKEN CLUCKS

Sorry. Metaphor.

It grabbed me and tossed me around like a rag doll -

a very handsome ragdoll. And then it left me for dead.

Tuffnut, can you tell us anything else about what attacked you?

It was far too fast, too cagey, too...

Quick, give me another adjective.

-Ooh, how about imaginary?

-LAUGHTER

Laugh and guffaw, if you must,

but would an imaginary beast give you one of these?

CHICKEN SQUAWKS

There's nothing anywhere that matches this.

The Book Of Dragons, Bork's papers, even the Dragon Eye.

-It won't be in any of those.

-Gobber?

-It's obvious.

We're all thinking the same thing.

I can pretty much guarantee you we're not,

but why don't you tell us what YOU'RE thinking, Gobber?

Lycanwing.

The Lycanwing dragon is a rare beast, and a vicious one at that.

Those who survive its bite are not actually survivors at all.

They are doomed to a life as half-man, half-Lyncanwing.

At the height of every full moon,

the condemned Viking transforms into a terrifying dragon.

Wings the size of a house,

teeth stronger than Gronkle iron and a thirst for blood.

-Argh!

-Tuff, the Lycanwing is a legend. It's not a real dragon.

-Gobber, have you ever seen a Lycanwing?

-No.

Has anyone on Berk ever seen a Lycanwing?

-Not that I can recall.

-I rest my case.

-But the stories...

Ooh, they'll straighten the hairs on a curly-haired yak.

-His name was Kessler.

-That's a weird name.

Weird kid - bright red hair, eyes as black as night

and naughty as a Nadder in a chicken coup.

That's seriously naughty, am I right? High three.

Ah, never mind.

One night, little Kessler, against his parents' wishes,

went exploring in the forest. Days went by.

No sign of him - only a faraway scream, coming from the woods.

Little Kessler never returned.

-Aaaargh!

-THEY SCREAM

Or did he? Every year from then on,

when little Kessler's birthday rolled around,

a red, black-eyed dragon would fly over his parents' house

and pluck one of their sheep right out of the paddock!

The dragon would look back, taunting them.

Oh, I wouldn't worry, Tuffnut. You're not exhibiting any symptoms.

Hey, hey, hey,

can we really say for sure what our pal Tuffnut is exhibiting?

Come on, Gobster, lay them on us, just for the sake of argument.

I don't think that's a good idea, Snotlout.

Well, first off, you'd be looking at sensitivity to light.

Aren't you always telling me

that it hurts your head when you look into the sun?

Yeah, I did say that.

-Argh!

-Unquenchable thirst.

-TUFFNUT PANTS

-You look thirsty.

Hey, he always looks thirsty!

What else, Gobber? There's got to be more than that.

Fidgety arms, on account of the wings starting to sprout.

-Ow! Watch it, would you?

-Gee, sorry.

-I'm fidgety.

-What else? What else?

Finally, the overwhelming desire to eat fresh fish.

TUFFNUT GRUNTS GREEDILY

-Eurgh, tastes terrible.

-Ha-ha, how awesome was that? What an idiot!

You have no idea what you've done!

TOOTHLESS GROWLS QUIETLY

Er, Tuffnut, what are you doing?

TUFFNUT SIGHS

I give you Macey. Hold her dearly.

She likes sitting by the window, looking at the moon, the full moon.

-Ha, the irony.

-Oh, my Thor, that's so thoughtful.

Fishlegs, I give you my favourite bowl.

-Hey, that's MY bowl!

-And now, now you've found it.

Eat well, my friend, eat well.

Hiccup, Hiccup, Hiccup...

-What do you give the Viking who has everything? Here.

-Hey!

-You can't give ME away.

-In time, she'll come to you.

She's going to take this very hard

and will most certainly go through a prolonged mourning period.

She's going to need a new twin brother. I nominate you.

It's a terrible job and she smells horrible

and you'll have to dress like me and grow your hair long,

-so there are perks.

-All right, all right, what did I miss?

-I'm just preparing myself.

-For what?

Astrid, have you seen that moon?

When it rises to its apex, which I think is a word

that means the tip-top, I'm going full dragon - Tuffnut Lycanwing.

-SNOTLOUT LAUGHS

-You're a funny guy, Snotlout.

I'll eat you first.

TUFFNUT GROWLS

Tuff, we went over this. The Lycanwing is a myth. It's not real.

You're not turning into a dragon. Fishlegs, will you please tell him?

-Er...

-Now, I must go and say my most difficult goodbye of all.

If you'll excuse me.

SNOTLOUT LAUGHS

What did I tell you? What did I tell you?

YOU are going to help me fix this, Snotlout, do you hear me?

-Wow, they can really get riled up, huh?

-Humph!

Barf, Belch, my winged brothers!

I'll see you in the friendly skies.

Who knows, maybe we'll slide down a rainbow together.

DRAGONS GROWL, CHICKEN SQUAWKS

OK, you ready?

DRAGONS HUFF

Hm, this should work.

Good view, adequate ventilation.

It'll keep the others safe from me when I turn.

-CHICKEN SQUAWKS

-I feel you, my animal brother.

Huh, my last night as me,

for tomorrow, at this time, alas, I shall no longer be human.

CHICKEN SQUAWKS

I will be Tuffnut Lycanwing, killing machine!

CHICKEN SQUAWKS

TUFFNUT GROWLS AND SNUFFLES

Well, I did my best.

He's not talking to anyone but that chicken,

and he's convinced the moon didn't apex last night,

so it must be tonight.

Talk to me, Chicken. Talk to me. What are they saying?

-What are they saying?

-That's great(!)

-Is that...?

-Ruffnut, flying Hookfang?

-Where's Snotlout?

-There he is. Big lump behind her.

Tear-stained face.

SNOTLOUT GROANS

What a rough one!

HOOKFANG EXHALES LOUDLY

What are you two doing? We could use you right about now.

-We've been gathering samples?

-Samples of what?

-Argh!

-Dragon bites. One of these has to match Tuff's

and convince him that this Lycanwing deal

is just another one of his paranoid fantasies.

And...why is Snotlout...?

He started this stupid thing

with his impressive yet sinister powers of suggestion.

It's all Snotlout's fault

-my dopey brother thinks he's turning into a dragon.

-Ow...

Well, looks like you're in this one, Snotlout.

-Not so funny now, is it?

-No, Ruffnut. Not funny at all.

-Let's go, pal.

-SNOTLOUT GROANS

-FISHLEGS:

-Hiccup, Hiccup! You're not going to believe this!

I was at my wit's end, trying to think of something,

anything, that could help with this,

when my perfect little angel crushed my desk, and look what I found!

It's the one you found in the cave with Gustav!

I've been meaning to give it back to you, Hiccup.

I'm usually not so irresponsible with priceless artefacts.

Fishlegs, we have got to go see what's on it!

I'm telling you, it's not flat.

It's got to be round or oblong, at the very least.

Think about it. The moon, round. Sun, round. My head, oblong.

Er...I hate to interrupt this fascinating debate, but...

Stand back, sis! It's not safe to be around me right now.

I could go at any minute.

-CHICKEN SQUAWKS

-Yeah, whatever.

Just hold out your arm. We need to check something.

Oh, for the love of Thor, do it.

I'm pretty sure I need serious medical attention.

-Whoa, what happened to YOU?

-Ask HER.

-What happened to HIM?

He's helping me find out what happened to YOU.

I think we all know what happened to me.

-Any day now!

-Hold...still!

Well, we can cross Terrible Terror, Night Terror, Wild Nadder

and Gronckle off the list. Let's go.

I'm not going anywhere with you! You're stark raving mad!

-Let's go, I said!

-OK, OK, OK, I'm coming. Ow, ow, ow!

This is the last one, and I'm officially paid back.

And anyway, how was I supposed to know that he'd go this crazy?

-What? Have you met my brother?

-Fine. Whatever!

Man, I am so glad you're not my sister.

No - you wish I was your sister.

You think I'd be dragging your monkey butt all over the jungle,

risking your life if my brother weren't

the most important thing in the world to me?

-Think about that!

-SNOTLOUT GROANS

Ha-ha, yeah!

Ha-ha! Urgh!

Uh...

CHICKEN SQUAWKS

Whoa, awesome! I love the pus! What kind of bite is that?

-Sea snake.

-Oh, I don't feel so good.

-Another no match.

-Hey, aren't those things supposed to be poisonous?

-Don't think so.

-Nah, I'm pretty sure they are.

-Nope, you're wrong!

-I'm pretty sure I'm not.

Oh, guys, there's ever pus...

Ha! Told you. Do I know my sea snakes or what?

-SNOTLOUT GROANS

-That is seriously creepy.

-Should we check his breathing?

-Uh, wimp!

SNOTLOUT GROANS

Urgh, well that's it!

That's every combination I can think of.

TOOTHLESS GROWLS

Wait, wait, wait! I see something! Let's try this. Toothless?

TOOTHLESS GROWLS

Now, am I crazy, or is that a man with dragon wings instead of arms?

You're not crazy...and there he is again,

with a tail to go with the wings. Hiccup?

Can you make out what this says?

"No man shall tread on these shores

"lest he become what he is most feared."

That must be Lycanwing Island.

And that, my friend, is why we always listen to Gobber.

Hiccup, this Lycanwing, it could be, well, not a myth.

That island's not far from here.

Why do I get the feeling

we're going on a little Hiccup-Fishlegs recon mission?

OK, Fishlegs. If we do happen to run across a Lycanwing,

we need to have a really good plan.

How about, "Don't get bitten"?

-That sounds like a good one to me.

-Yup, me too.

OK, Lycanwing Island, here we come.

Lycanwing Island?

OK, don't tell anyone, but I didn't actually believe it before.

I was just trying to mess with their heads, you know,

be quirky and eccentric,

by giving away my stuff and locking us in here.

Plus, I get along really well with you.

How could I know it would come to this? How could I know it was real?

CHICKEN SQUAWKS

Argh! How could I know?

-TUFFNUT GROWLS

-How could I know?

OK, Toothless, give us some light.

-BATS SQUEAL

-Argh!

Let's go, Fishlegs. Don't worry,

I'll be right next to you the whole time.

All right, this better match,

cos I don't know how much more he can take. Tuff?

Do you see what I see, Snotlout?

I don't know, I think I've gone blind from all the venom... Urgh.

He's out. Tuffnut on the loose. This is bad.

-This is very bad.

-SNOTLOUT GROANS

TUFFNUT GRUNTS AND GROANS

I can't be contained, Chicken. Look at that moon.

In a matter of hours, it will finally apex,

and I will be transformed into a great scaly beast,

with nothing to do but feast on my prey!

HE SNIFFS THEN ROARS

Oh, it's like all my senses are alive for the first time!

I can feel things, see things,

hear things I've never been able to before!

You know what I mean, Chicken?

CHICKEN: 'Yes, Tuffnut. I understand.'

TUFFNUT YELLS 'What's the problem?

'I thought you wanted to converse with Chicken.'

Ah, oh, Chicken, I did! I've longed for this moment.

-Mm...

-If only it could last forever.

-CHICKEN SQUAWKS

But only a fool lives his future in the past.

Our time is short, Chicken. Come, our fate awaits.

"Beware the beast.

"Turn back before you become him. Your fate is sealed."

Did you hear that, Hiccup? Our fate is sealed!

Fishlegs, we're fine. It's just an old cave drawing.

I can't believe we're going to die chasing an imaginary dragon.

GROWLING

Hiccup? There it is!

If I have to go, girl, I'm glad it's with you.

All right, Toothless. Light.

FISHLEGS SQUEALS IN FEAR

Look, it's eyes!

I am not looking into that thing's eyes. Do you know me?!

Fishlegs! Would you just look?

Hiccup, are those...?

Dragon Eye lenses...

-Gobber, how's Tuff doing?

-Ha-ha-ha. Gone.

He and the Chicken flew the coop last night,

said something about taking flight off the tallest cliff

when he went "full dragon."

-You didn't try to stop him?

-I was a bit busy.

-Doing what?

-Extracting sea snake venom from Snotlout.

You should have heard him.

He sounded like a yak being turned inside out.

-Well, we better go tell Ruffnut.

-Gone too.

Went to go look for her brother.

She seemed to think, whether he was a dragon or not,

he wouldn't survive "the flight." Dragged Snotlout with her.

Personally, I'm surprised he made the trip.

The boy's not looking so well.

-I don't know if Gobber got it all.

-SNOTLOUT BURPS

I'm starting to feel a little woozy, and all I see is fog.

It's foggy, you muttonhead!

Hurry up, Snotlout, before Tuffnut jumps off a cliff or something!

You think when he's a full Lycanwing

he'll remember all the nasty stuff I said to him?

Well, he did say he was going to eat you first.

Hopefully it'll be quick.

No, actually I hope it'll be slow and painful.

Argh!

I am Lycanwing!

Run, run for your lives!

Argh! Argh, no, get away from me!

CHICKEN SQUAWKS

Tuffnut, get back here!

I command thee...Lycanwing!

Oh, slow down. Slow down.

Argh!

-Urgh, urgh...

-GROWLING

Huh, is that you? Buddy?

-GROWLING

-Argh!

TUFFNUT HOWLS

The apex is upon us! Come on, do it with me, Chicken!

It feels so good, and we only have a few moments left till we can fly.

Fly!

Riding high, the currents of the wind blowing through our hair!

Ah, I mean, your feathers. You have feathers, not hair.

Free from the bonds that bind humankind!

-CHICKEN SQUAWKS

-We have to fly away, right?

I would never forgive myself if I ate the other dragon riders.

Urgh... I mean, on the other hand, though,

I'm sure, as a dragon, I would find them delicious,

especially that Fishlegs. Good Thor, he looks like a marshmallow,

flesh-coloured and with a little hair on the top.

TUFFNUT GRUNTS

Argh! It's happening, it's happening.

I can feel it! Are you ready, Chicken?

Are you finally ready to be free?

Tuff, don't do it!

Urgh, we've been through this, Chicken!

Don't try and impersonate my sister. We made a pact!

-I'm doing it and you're coming with me.

-Tuffnut, it's me!

Look at me, bro.

-You can fight this!

-I can't, sis.

You don't know the hold it has on me. It has its claws in me.

What if we fight it together? We do everything together, we always have.

Look, I refuse to spend the rest of my life doing anything alone.

Do you hear me?!

You always were the brave one.

-Mom should have named YOU Tuffnut.

-But she didn't.

She named YOU Tuff. I'm begging you!

And you know how much I hate to beg. Just get down from there!

It's too late to stop the metamorphosis.

Can you not see what I've become?

Mehhhh!

Tuff, stop! There is no metamorphosis, all right?

You are not turning into a dragon.

-Fishlegs, please tell him.

-It's true!

We found the cave of the Lycanwing.

It was just a myth to keep people away from these!

No. No! I don't believe you. Look at me. I'm hideous, I'm terrifying!

Tuff! You're not hideous! Terrifying at times, yes. Hideous? No.

Well, then how do you explain this? Can't do it, can you, hm?

That's what I thought. Now, it's time to fly!

Wait, wait, wait, wait! Wait! I can explain! I can explain it!

-Whoa, you look worse than I do.

-Uh, Snotlout?

-What do you have in that bag?

-I have what did this.

Argh! The Lycanwing got him too. Save yourselves!

It's not a Lycanwing. It's not even a dragon!

It's a wolf, and I caught him.

You're not turning into a dragon, Tuff.

-I'm not? I'm not!

-That's what we've been trying to tell you.

I just made you think that. But it's not true.

It's funny, but it's not true.

Argh!

CHICKEN SQUAWKS

No!

Don't worry, buddy! I've got you.

-CHICKEN CLUCKS

-We're going home, Chicken.

We're going home.

Oh, thank Thor.

I know what you're going to say. You realized how much you love me,

you were scared you were going to lose me,

and I better never do that again.

Actually, I was just going to tell you what an idiot you are.

Come here.

Thank you.

CHICKEN CLUCKS

Uh, Snotlout, where's the wolf?

Huh?

-Argh!

-GROWLING