Turn and Burn Dragons

GROWLING

GROWLING

This changes everything.

HE YAWNS

So, what do you think, bud?

You got no love for the old Dragonfly 2?

Oh, come on! You love these wings!

They let me fly beside you.

They put us in precarious situations that you always have

to save me from, it's terrific!

All right, I think this is probably going to need some welding.

-Hey, bud, can you fire up the forge?

-I got it!

-Oh, my!

Snotlout, how many times have I told you to no sneak up on me like that?!

Um, well, if you count now, I would say, I don't care!

HE SIGHS

Let me light the forge for you...

-GROWLING

-Us, let US light the forge for you.

-Don't be so needy.

-Yeah, I think I'm OK.

Hiccup, aren't you always complaining that I never do anything

around here? Well, here I am, Snotlout The Volunteer Jorgenson,

ready to do Thor's work.

And that's what I'm afraid of.

Watch and learn, Hiccup. Watch and learn.

Hookfang, hit it!

No, no, no, Snotlout! You have to build it gradually.

THEY SCREAM

What?!

GROWLING

-They've changed.

-No, Snotlout, they haven't changed.

It's just that this is over the line, even for them.

Relax, Hiccup.

Don't get your tunic in a bunch. Everything's fine.

Oh, yeah, it's fine? It's fine? Does this look fine to you?

I guess I'm just an optimist, Hiccup.

I'm what you'd call a hut half unburned kind of guy.

Oh, for the love of gods.

HE GROWLS

Down, Skullcrusher.

Dad!

We need to talk right away.

-Yeah, sure thing. Let me just...

-Not you, him.

I mean, your father has always been, well...

-Annoying?

-Well, that's one word for it.

Insufferable is another.

I mean, nothing is ever easy with that man.

Always second guessing me. Constantly trying to show me up.

He once nearly burned down the village,

even though I told him to mind those torches in the gale wind.

Can you imagine?

Ha, no, can't imagine that, even a little bit.

-What?

-Ever since he joined Astrid's Auxiliary Dragon Riders,

he's become intolerable on a whole different level.

-HE SCOFFS

-Tell me about it, chief.

The man suddenly has ideas on improving everything.

Most of which are considerably above his place in the tribe,

-or station in life.

-Way above!

Most recently, he's been pushing a plan for a secret off-board cache of

emergency food and supplies.

That's actually not a bad idea.

HE GROWLS

You're taking his side now, are you?

Uh, no, no! Uh, I just...

It wouldn't be a bad idea,

if he didn't persist on telling it to me four times a day!

I mean, how can he be so unaware and pig-headed?

Uh, welcome to my world!

Anyway, I finally told the old pain in my buttocks

to go ahead and start searching.

He's taken a lot of reconnaissance trips as of late.

-Then he went on his most recent expedition.

-And?

-He hasn't returned.

-Relax, Chief. He's a Jorgenson!

He can take care of himself.

It's been a month, son.

A month?! You didn't say it was a month. That's my dad out there!

OK, Dad, do you have any idea where Spitelout might have gone?

No, he was too secretive.

I did find this.

Can you help me decipher it?

-Well, clearly it's some sort of coded map.

-I've seen this before.

But it's not code,

it's just my dad's bad handwriting and terrible grammar.

Why would you dangle a participle like that?

And the penmanship? Blegh!

Just tell me where to look and...

I'm going with you. I can't stay here if my dad's in trouble.

What kind of son would I be?

Besides, I can rub it in HIS face for once.

HE CHUCKLES

What a muttonhead.

Right, uh, I'd better tag along...

..for backup.

HE GROWLS

Snotlout, I'm sure your dad is fine, and we will find him.

I know he's fine, Hiccup. He's my dad and he's a Jorgenson.

HE CHUCKLES

Snotlout!

GROWLING Yeah, I see it, bud.

Uh, I thought Spitelout was only supposed to be scouting?

-He was.

-Right.

Um, hello? It's called a initiative.

It's called insubordination!

Tomato, tomahto.

-Spitelout!

-Dad!

MOOING

GROWLING

MOOING

-Hm...

-What is it?

I'm having Asia fondue. Something seems oddly familiar.

Snotlout, are you trying to say deja vu?

Yeah, that's what I said!

Of course. It's a Jorgenson Yak Master!

Nice work, Dad!

OK, care to fill us in or...?

The Jorgenson Yak Master is a specifically designed...

THEY SCREAM

..dragon trap.

Would you stop that? That's not your arm, that is my arm!

CRUNCHING

-Son, are you all right?

-No!

-We're fine, Dad.

-Get us out of here!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

MOOING

MOOING

THEY GROAN

-This is so much worse!

-Let me think...

Hey, so why does your dad have a dragon trap anyway?

GROWLING

By Thor! Dad...

HE SCREAMS

GROWLING

Odin's ghost!

-We're going to die. We're all going to die.

-Aw!

We're all going to die!

Not if we have anything to say about it!

HE GRUNTS

GROWLING

Chew on that, you fire snorting reptile!

-HE GROWLS

-No offence, boy.

THEY GROAN

I see him, Skullcrusher.

What are you doing? What is he doing?

Stay still, this is tricky!

-Do it, Dad. Take the shot.

-No, don't take the shot.

Didn't you just hear what he said? He said tricky!

I don't know what's worse, that fire breathing maniac or his dragon?

Dad, look out!

GROWLING

-He's got to leave us.

-Nonsense, I'm not going anywhere.

Come and get me, you hideous beast!

Dad? Dad!

I've seen that dragon before. I just can't remember where.

Who cares!

Whatever it is, it's chasing my dad!

Go, Skullcrusher!

And now my dad is chasing it.

HE LAUGHS

HE GROWLS

No, Stoick, leave us be. You don't understand!

Skullcrusher, fire!

Whoa, can't say I saw that coming.

HE GROANS

GROWLING

I hear you, boy. Me too.

Stoick, that thing won't stay gone for long.

Some beast, eh? Been tangling with it for the last...

That's all you've got to say, Spitelout, "some beast?"

You almost got us singed alive!

I tried to warn you about the tail, Stoick!

But, as usual, you paid no attention and did what you wished.

I did what I wished?

Singetail!

What, I remembered the name of the dragon.

That would have been helpful five minutes ago, son.

But at least it would have actually been helpful!

You know, I'm wracking my brain, Stoick,

but I don't recall asking you to come here.

When you disappeared for a month, I took it as an invite.

Oh, don't pretend to care about me!

You never have and you never will.

Any time you want quit arguing, so we can get out this thing before...

THEY SCREAM

That was a little close, chief.

Do you see any blood?

Doesn't matter, son.

Stoick is allowed to take whatever ridiculous chances he likes.

It's the rest of us who have to stay in line.

Good point, Dad.

What? You're going to try and tell me Stoick's not a total

control freak? Humph!

Yeah, he's the chief!

And he wouldn't have to be a control freak if others weren't so out of

control! Your father's like some kind of reckless renegade!

Reckless renegade, Reckless renegade?! You know what?

-I like that.

-Well, you would.

Come, boyo. I'll show you around the place.

At least one of you will appreciate the work.

HE GROWLS

When I found this place, boyo, I knew it was perfect.

I was about to head back to Berk, when I thought,

all that's going to happen is Stoick is going to insist on seeing it.

And then, he's going to want to see my plans to construct it.

And then, he's going to want to change those plans!

Again and again.

And again, and again, and again!

By the time all that's transpired, I could build the darn thing myself!

So, I did.

That's right you did. Well, I think it's amazing, Dad.

First off, I wouldn't have picked an island with a fire happy dragon

to build a structure out of wood.

Another ill-conceived Jorgenson special.

CRASHING

MOOING

I checked the island over and over

for anything that might get in the way of the construction.

That Singetail only arrived after it was finished.

Came out of nowhere. Started setting fires all of the island.

Ah-ha.

Hey, as far as I'm concerned,

it's got the Jorgenson stamp of approval.

I mean, it's even got an S on it, for Spitelout.

Or for Snotlout?

Er, storehouse, boyo.

The S is for storehouse.

Ha! I knew that!

You say the Singetail has been setting fires all over the island?

-Aye.

-It's obviously trying to mark its territory.

The storehouse was here first!

You should go explain that to the Singetail.

I'm sure he'll be very understanding.

Save your breath, because we're not staying!

You would never abandon something you'd built with your own two hands,

Stoick!

-Bit of a double standard, don't you think?

-Yeah!

When was the last time you Haddocks gave us Jorgensons any respect?

Respect is earned, son.

OK, OK. Everyone has their opinions.

Not saying which ones are correct.

Obviously, Spitelout felt this location was a good one.

It is a good one!

Yeah, it is a good one!

And he says he was on the island first,

so we should give him the benefit of the doubt.

Benefit of the doubt?! Either you believe me or you don't.

You calling my dad a liar?

Yes, I mean, no. I mean... Look...

..there are four of us and four dragons.

I think that if we work together, we can run that dragon off,

and save the storehouse.

Uh...

GROWLING

We have to get in the air. He'll pick us off down here.

Next time he passes by, get to your dragons!

-I'm not waiting for that beast to destroy what's ours.

-Yeah!

OK.

And what on Thor's green earth makes you think they'll listen to you?

Whoa!

THEY GROAN

HE SCREAMS

Dad!

That thing had eyes on the back of its head!

And it can attack with both its mouth and tail!

We can take him!

-Come on, boyo.

-No, Spitelout!

Look, he's an unconventional dragon,

which means we have to fight him unconventionally.

It's too strong to take on from the front or behind.

The only place it might be vulnerable is below it,

the belly of the beast.

OK, I'll draw it out.

-Boyo, you get in there and take the shot!

-What, yeah!

I'll take the shot.

Guys, Toothless is the fastest and has the most accurate blast.

-We should take the shot.

-I don't like it.

I know this dragon. It should be us.

No, Hiccup is right.

The three of us draw it out, and Toothless takes the shot.

End of story.

See what I mean? The thing sets fires everywhere it goes.

Definitely marking its territory.

But if the Singetail were marking its territory,

the fires would be more concentrated.

Something's wrong.

There!

Keep firing, don't let up!

Now, bud!

Toothless!

HE SCREAMS

Phew!

HE GROWLS

-What were you doing up there?

-What are you going on about?

You said you knew this dragon,

yet you conveniently forgot to tell us about its underbelly.

Oh, you think I knew about that and would set you up?

I never know how far you Jorgensons will go.

Dad!

Well, there it is, then.

I've had enough of this dragon and this place! We leave at first light.

Contrary to other thinking,

our lives are not worth an empty building!

-Go, then, the two of you! We are staying.

-What, Dad?

Jorgensons don't go where they're not trusted or wanted.

We'll stay here, protect what's ours.

-Fine, if that's the way you want it.

-It's the way it has to be.

-Hey, Dad, do you think we should reconsider?

-Nonsense!

Tired of this pig-headedness.

Gets us nowhere, and puts us in danger.

Snotlout, Spitelout, this is ridiculous!

Right.

It's him, right?

I mean, taking unnecessary chances time and time again!

Well, that does have a familiar ring to it.

Well, maybe this'll teach him a lesson.

He has to learn, you know?

Act like a child all you want, but you're a grown man,

and grown men must deal with real consequences of their actions.

What is it, son? Speak your mind.

Look, Snotlout is pretty much the same way as Spitelout.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

And it certainly seems that he's constantly doing the opposite of

-what I want him to do.

-Disobeying every single order.

Trying to one up and show off.

Couldn't have put it better myself.

The thing is, in this particular case,

who are they trying to show off to?

Hm...

Well, what I'm trying to say is,

what if all their craziness and disobedience had nothing to do with

them and everything to do with us?

Just think about it.

Snotlout's incident with the forge,

that could be directly tied to his desire to prove himself to me,

in his own little twisted way.

-And Spitelout...

-What?

Put us all at risk over something so inane as a storehouse that could've

been built anywhere, at any time?

No, Dad, don't you get it?

Spitelout built the storehouse to prove himself to you.

Ah!

Well, what are you waiting for?

GROWLING

MOOING

MOOING

HE GROWLS

Ugh!

HE YELLS

Got you!

HE GROANS

Now, don't move...

Stupid yak!

Where did you go?

Wait for it, wait for it...

..now!

Yeah, that's it, Dad. We got him on the run!

-Watch out, there's two of them!

-I can see that. Keep firing!

We're losing ground!

GROWLING

Is that? Dad, look. Behind you!

What? You want to save what's yours or not?

Where did the second one come from?

I don't know, maybe it was drawn to the fires?

Yes! That's it, snotlout!

It wasn't marking its territory with the fires.

It was calling for backup.

Well, the four of us can take down two Singetails.

What about three?

Or four?

-Dad!

-No, we stay, we hold, we fight.

There are too many of them, Stoick!

We can do this, Spitelout!

HE SCREAMS

No, we can't!

And we won't.

It's OK, chief. We will find another island.

And we'll build another storehouse.

Together.

Skullcrusher!

Oh, thank Thor. Now, let's blow this gassicle stand!

Right behind you!

MOOING

HE GROANS

What? I had to go back for Yakkity.

Yakkity Yak...

Hey, what did we say about talking back?

Wait!

What is it, Dad?

Can't rebuild a storehouse without the S, right?

Even though it stands for Spitelout.

THEY LAUGH