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This changes everything. | 0:00:20 | 0:00:22 | |
All right, gang, we'll buzz past the Scauldron | 0:00:31 | 0:00:34 | |
and draw its attention so Astrid, Ruff and Tuff can net it from behind | 0:00:34 | 0:00:37 | |
and drag it out to sea. Got it? | 0:00:37 | 0:00:39 | |
I still think we should blast it. | 0:00:39 | 0:00:41 | |
Stoick just wants us to move the Scauldron | 0:00:41 | 0:00:42 | |
out of Berk's fishing lanes, so don't get any crazy ideas. | 0:00:42 | 0:00:46 | |
Sorry, crazy's what we do, Astrid. Duh! | 0:00:46 | 0:00:49 | |
You guys do realise that a Scauldron's hot water blast | 0:00:49 | 0:00:52 | |
can rip the scales right off a Screaming Death? | 0:00:52 | 0:00:55 | |
Here it is. Let's focus, guys. | 0:00:58 | 0:00:59 | |
As usual, nobody's listening to Fishlegs. | 0:01:03 | 0:01:06 | |
One...two.... | 0:01:09 | 0:01:12 | |
three! | 0:01:12 | 0:01:13 | |
A-choo! | 0:01:13 | 0:01:14 | |
Aargh! | 0:01:18 | 0:01:19 | |
-Help me! -Abort! Abort! | 0:01:20 | 0:01:23 | |
Fishlegs! | 0:01:23 | 0:01:25 | |
I knew I hated this mission! | 0:01:25 | 0:01:27 | |
Plasma blast, bud. | 0:01:30 | 0:01:32 | |
Oh, I see how it is. | 0:01:37 | 0:01:38 | |
YOU'RE allowed to blast it. | 0:01:38 | 0:01:41 | |
You and your snot rockets almost got me killed! | 0:01:41 | 0:01:44 | |
Calm down, Snotlout. You lived. Yay, us(!) | 0:01:44 | 0:01:47 | |
And no thanks to Itch Legs over here. | 0:01:47 | 0:01:50 | |
It's so weird. I mean, I never... | 0:01:50 | 0:01:53 | |
ever... | 0:01:53 | 0:01:54 | |
A-choo! | 0:01:54 | 0:01:56 | |
..get sick. | 0:01:56 | 0:01:57 | |
-Oh! -Oh... | 0:01:58 | 0:02:01 | |
Dig deeper. See if you can draw blood. | 0:02:01 | 0:02:03 | |
Well, something's clearly not right with you. | 0:02:03 | 0:02:05 | |
HE WHIMPERS | 0:02:05 | 0:02:07 | |
I don't see what the big deal is, OK? | 0:02:07 | 0:02:09 | |
Everybody sneezes and scratches sometimes. | 0:02:09 | 0:02:12 | |
Not like a honey-covered yak on an ant hill. | 0:02:12 | 0:02:16 | |
What? | 0:02:16 | 0:02:17 | |
You've never seen a honey-covered yak on an ant hill? | 0:02:17 | 0:02:20 | |
Well, those things scratch. | 0:02:20 | 0:02:22 | |
It's terrifying. The horrors haunt my dreams. | 0:02:22 | 0:02:25 | |
I really don't feel sick, OK? I promise. I'm fine. | 0:02:25 | 0:02:28 | |
HE GROANS | 0:02:29 | 0:02:31 | |
Well, maybe you're just allergic to something. | 0:02:31 | 0:02:33 | |
That's impossible. | 0:02:33 | 0:02:35 | |
Allergies don't run in the Ingerman family. | 0:02:35 | 0:02:37 | |
I'm clean, serene and... | 0:02:37 | 0:02:39 | |
An itching machine. | 0:02:39 | 0:02:40 | |
Might I interject? | 0:02:40 | 0:02:42 | |
We at the Thorston house have a very simple allergen detection system. | 0:02:42 | 0:02:46 | |
-It has never failed. -That's a system? | 0:02:46 | 0:02:48 | |
It is now. | 0:02:48 | 0:02:49 | |
Thousand-year-old egg. | 0:02:51 | 0:02:52 | |
Slam this down your gullet. | 0:02:52 | 0:02:54 | |
-Ooh, it could use a little sea salt. -TUFFNUT GROANS | 0:02:57 | 0:02:59 | |
What about this? | 0:02:59 | 0:03:01 | |
-FISHLEGS SCREAMS -Yak hair. | 0:03:01 | 0:03:03 | |
Takes itchy to a whole new level. | 0:03:03 | 0:03:04 | |
Not really. Feels kind of like my old aunt Gerta. | 0:03:06 | 0:03:09 | |
You know she used to... | 0:03:09 | 0:03:10 | |
No, I'd like to be able to sleep night. | 0:03:10 | 0:03:12 | |
Spoiled coagulated goat milk with just a pinch of hoof jam. | 0:03:12 | 0:03:15 | |
I find it changes the whole experience. | 0:03:15 | 0:03:17 | |
Oh, that is... | 0:03:24 | 0:03:26 | |
cheesy and delicious! | 0:03:26 | 0:03:27 | |
THEY GROAN | 0:03:27 | 0:03:29 | |
I'm telling you, I've never been allergic to anything. | 0:03:29 | 0:03:33 | |
A-choo! | 0:03:33 | 0:03:34 | |
-Hmm. -What? | 0:03:36 | 0:03:37 | |
What is it? | 0:03:37 | 0:03:39 | |
Fishlegs, I think you might be allergic to...Meatlug. | 0:03:39 | 0:03:44 | |
Why all of a sudden would he be allergic to Meatlug? | 0:03:44 | 0:03:46 | |
Perhaps it's just a simple case of adult-onset allergies. | 0:03:46 | 0:03:49 | |
I concur with your diagnosis, Doctor Nut. | 0:03:49 | 0:03:52 | |
I concur with your concretion. | 0:03:52 | 0:03:53 | |
Adult-onset allergies develop in your elder years | 0:03:53 | 0:03:56 | |
when your immune system mistakenly identifies a dangerous substance. | 0:03:56 | 0:04:01 | |
Don't be silly. There's no way I'm... | 0:04:03 | 0:04:06 | |
Allergic to Meat... | 0:04:06 | 0:04:08 | |
-A-choo! A-choo! -Oh, yeah, diagnosis confirmed. | 0:04:08 | 0:04:13 | |
Fishlegs, there's only one person that might actually be able to help. | 0:04:15 | 0:04:19 | |
I've got to see this. | 0:04:25 | 0:04:26 | |
What's she saying? | 0:04:30 | 0:04:31 | |
What, what?! | 0:04:32 | 0:04:34 | |
She wants to paralyse you. | 0:04:34 | 0:04:36 | |
-Oh! -Yes! | 0:04:36 | 0:04:37 | |
Check that. Hypnotise. | 0:04:37 | 0:04:39 | |
Sorry. She wants to hypnotise you. | 0:04:39 | 0:04:42 | |
Oh, come on. | 0:04:42 | 0:04:43 | |
Unfortunately, guys, this is never going to work on me | 0:04:47 | 0:04:49 | |
because I'm way too... | 0:04:49 | 0:04:50 | |
OK. | 0:04:50 | 0:04:52 | |
HE SNORES | 0:04:52 | 0:04:53 | |
Unconscious? Ha! Quick! | 0:04:53 | 0:04:55 | |
-Put his hands in warm water. -We're not going to do that. | 0:04:55 | 0:04:57 | |
OK, now that he's under, she wants us to tell him | 0:04:57 | 0:05:00 | |
that he's not allergic to Meatlug. | 0:05:00 | 0:05:02 | |
Does that really work? | 0:05:02 | 0:05:03 | |
I guess we'll find out. | 0:05:03 | 0:05:04 | |
Here goes. | 0:05:06 | 0:05:07 | |
Fishlegs, you are not allergic to Meatlug. | 0:05:07 | 0:05:12 | |
You are NOT allergic to Meatlug. | 0:05:12 | 0:05:15 | |
So, that's it? | 0:05:17 | 0:05:19 | |
Hypnosis is very powerful. | 0:05:19 | 0:05:20 | |
OK, let's bring him out of it. | 0:05:20 | 0:05:22 | |
Now, now, now. Hang on a second. | 0:05:22 | 0:05:23 | |
We've got an opportunity here. | 0:05:23 | 0:05:26 | |
We can rebuild fish face. | 0:05:26 | 0:05:27 | |
We can turn him into a worshipped Viking. | 0:05:27 | 0:05:30 | |
A fearless, godlike hero | 0:05:30 | 0:05:32 | |
as strong as three yaks. | 0:05:32 | 0:05:33 | |
A Viking who commands attention! | 0:05:33 | 0:05:36 | |
In other words, a Viking worthy of MY friendship. | 0:05:36 | 0:05:39 | |
Yeah, sorry, Snotlout, we're not doing any of that. | 0:05:39 | 0:05:42 | |
You can bring him out of it now. | 0:05:42 | 0:05:44 | |
Fishlegs? | 0:05:52 | 0:05:53 | |
Fishlegs? There's no Fishlegs here. | 0:05:53 | 0:05:57 | |
Who is this pudgy little reptile? | 0:05:58 | 0:06:01 | |
-MEATLUG WHIMPERS -Now that was a bit harsh. | 0:06:01 | 0:06:03 | |
Fishlegs, are you all right? | 0:06:03 | 0:06:04 | |
Are you deaf, skinny one-legged boy? | 0:06:04 | 0:06:06 | |
The name's Bonecrusher. | 0:06:07 | 0:06:10 | |
Thor Bonecrusher. | 0:06:10 | 0:06:11 | |
Snotlout, do you realise what you've done? | 0:06:13 | 0:06:16 | |
You fool. You've created... | 0:06:16 | 0:06:17 | |
My very own super Viking! | 0:06:17 | 0:06:19 | |
SHEEP BLEATS | 0:06:20 | 0:06:21 | |
Oh, hello. | 0:06:29 | 0:06:31 | |
And Gothi can't just turn him back? | 0:06:39 | 0:06:41 | |
Not without her staff, | 0:06:41 | 0:06:42 | |
which Thor Bonecrusher crushed and threw off the cliff. | 0:06:42 | 0:06:45 | |
-Is that Fishlegs? -I don't know. | 0:06:45 | 0:06:47 | |
So, TB, you're not afraid of anything, huh? | 0:06:47 | 0:06:50 | |
Child's play. | 0:06:55 | 0:06:56 | |
How about fire? | 0:06:56 | 0:06:58 | |
I scoff at fire. | 0:06:58 | 0:06:59 | |
-WOMAN: -Fire! My house is on fire. | 0:07:01 | 0:07:03 | |
Someone threw a torch at my house! | 0:07:03 | 0:07:05 | |
Perfect! A call to action. | 0:07:05 | 0:07:06 | |
Please, hold your applause until the end of the rescue. | 0:07:12 | 0:07:16 | |
You may commence. | 0:07:21 | 0:07:22 | |
CHEERING | 0:07:22 | 0:07:24 | |
-Fishlegs. -Fishlegs? | 0:07:24 | 0:07:25 | |
Why does everybody keep calling me Fishlegs? | 0:07:25 | 0:07:28 | |
But you're Fishlegs. | 0:07:28 | 0:07:30 | |
-Fishlegs. -Nonsense, crone! | 0:07:30 | 0:07:33 | |
It is with great pleasure that I announce the arrival of me, | 0:07:33 | 0:07:36 | |
Thor Bonecrusher. | 0:07:36 | 0:07:37 | |
The most universally feared and loved Viking | 0:07:37 | 0:07:40 | |
in all the land is here to enchant you with my presence. | 0:07:40 | 0:07:44 | |
Look out. The cart! | 0:07:44 | 0:07:45 | |
BABY CRIES | 0:07:47 | 0:07:49 | |
What? | 0:07:53 | 0:07:54 | |
Oh! The baby! | 0:07:56 | 0:07:57 | |
BABY BABBLES | 0:08:08 | 0:08:09 | |
Apple boot! | 0:08:14 | 0:08:16 | |
All in a day's work. | 0:08:16 | 0:08:17 | |
BABY BABBLES | 0:08:17 | 0:08:19 | |
Did you see that? | 0:08:19 | 0:08:21 | |
That was incredible! | 0:08:21 | 0:08:23 | |
He ran and then did a flip and then a toss and then a thing. | 0:08:23 | 0:08:26 | |
And then flipped into the other thing. | 0:08:26 | 0:08:28 | |
He's amazing! | 0:08:28 | 0:08:29 | |
Is it me or did Snotlout just fall in love with Fishlegs? | 0:08:29 | 0:08:32 | |
-CHANTING: -Bonecrusher! Bonecrusher! | 0:08:32 | 0:08:34 | |
ALL: Bonecrusher! Bonecrusher! Bonecrusher! Bonecrusher! | 0:08:34 | 0:08:38 | |
Shh, everyone. Thor hears the sound of a baby yak in trouble. | 0:08:38 | 0:08:42 | |
WHIMPERING IN DISTANCE | 0:08:42 | 0:08:44 | |
YAK WHIMPERS | 0:08:56 | 0:08:57 | |
YAK GROANS | 0:08:59 | 0:09:01 | |
CROWD GASPS | 0:09:01 | 0:09:02 | |
Sleep well, little yak. | 0:09:02 | 0:09:03 | |
YAK BREATHES DEEPLY | 0:09:03 | 0:09:05 | |
-Sleep well. -What's next, Thor? | 0:09:05 | 0:09:08 | |
Show us more amazing feats of bravery! | 0:09:08 | 0:09:10 | |
Ha-ha! I shall, citizen, I shall. | 0:09:10 | 0:09:13 | |
But first, I must claim a weapon befitting a God. | 0:09:13 | 0:09:16 | |
Thor, you have gotta teach me that Viking yak pinch! | 0:09:16 | 0:09:19 | |
All in the wrist, Snotman. | 0:09:21 | 0:09:23 | |
You, simple blacksmith. | 0:09:27 | 0:09:29 | |
Simple blacksmith? | 0:09:31 | 0:09:33 | |
How about this one? | 0:09:33 | 0:09:35 | |
That's perfect. For removing splinters. | 0:09:37 | 0:09:40 | |
What about this one? You can use it to annihilate your enemies. | 0:09:42 | 0:09:46 | |
That's a nice handle, I suppose. | 0:09:46 | 0:09:48 | |
I made that handle with my best leather. | 0:09:48 | 0:09:52 | |
Now this - this is an axe for a Viking! | 0:09:57 | 0:10:01 | |
That's Stoick's axe. | 0:10:01 | 0:10:03 | |
Correction. This WAS Stoick's axe. | 0:10:03 | 0:10:06 | |
OK. Fishlegs? | 0:10:06 | 0:10:08 | |
I mean, Bonecrusher? | 0:10:09 | 0:10:11 | |
Stoick isn't exactly the kind of chief | 0:10:11 | 0:10:14 | |
who likes to share his things. | 0:10:14 | 0:10:15 | |
-Especially his axe. -Neither do I. | 0:10:15 | 0:10:18 | |
If this Stoick fellow wants it, | 0:10:18 | 0:10:20 | |
he can always try and take it back from me. | 0:10:20 | 0:10:23 | |
Oh, man! | 0:10:23 | 0:10:24 | |
He just totally called out Stoick! | 0:10:24 | 0:10:26 | |
How much do we love this guy? | 0:10:26 | 0:10:28 | |
OK, this is getting out of hand. | 0:10:31 | 0:10:32 | |
We need to get Thor Bonecrusher back to Gothi | 0:10:32 | 0:10:35 | |
before we lose Fishlegs for ever. | 0:10:35 | 0:10:37 | |
I totally agree. | 0:10:37 | 0:10:38 | |
Just one question. Where'd he go? | 0:10:38 | 0:10:42 | |
So there I was, Thor Bonecrusher, | 0:10:42 | 0:10:44 | |
perched on an inferior dragon... | 0:10:44 | 0:10:47 | |
-MEATLUG SIGHS -..as we approached | 0:10:47 | 0:10:48 | |
the vicious Scauldron. Faster than Odin on his eight-legged horse. | 0:10:48 | 0:10:51 | |
You could have Hookfang next time. He's a monstrous nightmare. | 0:10:51 | 0:10:54 | |
Scariest dragon of all. | 0:10:54 | 0:10:55 | |
Monstrous nightmare? | 0:10:55 | 0:10:57 | |
Sounds like my post-mutton trip to the outhouse. | 0:10:57 | 0:11:00 | |
THEY LAUGH HEARTILY | 0:11:00 | 0:11:01 | |
Post-mutton trip! Ha-ha! | 0:11:01 | 0:11:03 | |
We've all been there, ain't we? Ha-ha! | 0:11:03 | 0:11:06 | |
Good one! | 0:11:10 | 0:11:12 | |
HOOKFANG GROWLS | 0:11:12 | 0:11:13 | |
Poor Meatlug. Wouldn't even wear her saddle. | 0:11:14 | 0:11:18 | |
Look at her - so lonely. | 0:11:18 | 0:11:20 | |
We've got to do something with her. | 0:11:20 | 0:11:22 | |
I'll take care of Meatlug. | 0:11:22 | 0:11:23 | |
My chances of survival were slim. | 0:11:23 | 0:11:25 | |
I only had one option. | 0:11:25 | 0:11:27 | |
Ooh! Fly away? | 0:11:27 | 0:11:29 | |
I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. | 0:11:29 | 0:11:32 | |
-Sorry. -No, I had something very special in store for that Scauldron. | 0:11:32 | 0:11:36 | |
Engage the beast, dragon! | 0:11:41 | 0:11:43 | |
Aargh! | 0:11:48 | 0:11:49 | |
CROWD GASPS | 0:11:54 | 0:11:56 | |
He narrowly escaped. | 0:11:56 | 0:11:58 | |
However, next time, victory shall be mine! | 0:11:58 | 0:12:01 | |
CHEERING | 0:12:01 | 0:12:04 | |
Put me in your next story! Just as the background, please? | 0:12:04 | 0:12:07 | |
Fishlegs, is that my axe? | 0:12:07 | 0:12:11 | |
I think it's his axe. | 0:12:11 | 0:12:12 | |
Er, Dad, that's not Fishlegs...Fishlegs. | 0:12:17 | 0:12:20 | |
Don't be daft. | 0:12:20 | 0:12:21 | |
I'm looking right at him. Holding my axe, by the way. | 0:12:21 | 0:12:24 | |
Ah, you must be Stoick the Vast... | 0:12:24 | 0:12:27 | |
..ly overrated. | 0:12:27 | 0:12:29 | |
What did you call me? | 0:12:29 | 0:12:30 | |
-What did he call me? -That's what I'm trying to tell you. | 0:12:30 | 0:12:33 | |
He's not himself. | 0:12:33 | 0:12:34 | |
Give me back my axe! | 0:12:34 | 0:12:37 | |
Don't you mean MY axe? | 0:12:37 | 0:12:38 | |
He was just polishing it for you, Chief. | 0:12:41 | 0:12:43 | |
Let me handle this. I will get your axe back to you, I promise. | 0:12:43 | 0:12:46 | |
Fine, but make it quick, or I'll take it from him myself. | 0:12:46 | 0:12:51 | |
Chief, let's get out of here for a nice piece of mutton. | 0:12:51 | 0:12:55 | |
I hope this won't take long, sorceress. | 0:12:55 | 0:12:57 | |
I like to nap after a feast of wild boar and mead. | 0:12:57 | 0:13:01 | |
Thanks, Gothi. We really need Fishlegs back. | 0:13:01 | 0:13:03 | |
Urgh! What was in that potion? | 0:13:12 | 0:13:15 | |
It wasn't a potion, just spiced yak bladder. | 0:13:15 | 0:13:18 | |
She says that'll teach him to break her staff. | 0:13:18 | 0:13:20 | |
Not the most delicate delicacy. | 0:13:23 | 0:13:25 | |
What about getting Fishlegs back? | 0:13:25 | 0:13:27 | |
She can't re-hypnotise him without her staff. | 0:13:28 | 0:13:31 | |
Great. Now what? | 0:13:31 | 0:13:33 | |
Fear. Only a true feeling of terror will shock Fishlegs back to normal. | 0:13:35 | 0:13:39 | |
But Mr Thor Bonecrusher over here isn't afraid of anything. | 0:13:39 | 0:13:43 | |
Truer words were never spoken, my fair Viking lady. | 0:13:43 | 0:13:46 | |
-Urgh. -Now, where is that snotty fellow? | 0:13:46 | 0:13:49 | |
We have business to discuss. | 0:13:49 | 0:13:51 | |
Hiccup, you may want to swing by the old homestead. | 0:13:51 | 0:13:54 | |
Your father is in a bit of a... state. | 0:13:54 | 0:13:57 | |
Get this dragon off me! | 0:14:00 | 0:14:02 | |
Dad, she's just lonely. | 0:14:03 | 0:14:05 | |
If she doesn't get off me, we'll be having Gronckle for breakfast. | 0:14:05 | 0:14:08 | |
We need to get Fishlegs back before this gets any worse. | 0:14:08 | 0:14:11 | |
-Hiccup! -Let me guess, it's Thor. | 0:14:11 | 0:14:13 | |
Yeah, and Snotlout, | 0:14:13 | 0:14:15 | |
and you're not going to believe where they're headed. | 0:14:15 | 0:14:17 | |
Argh! Can't this overgrown lizard fly any faster? | 0:14:18 | 0:14:21 | |
Ha-ha-ha! Come on, Hookfang, you're embarrassing me! | 0:14:21 | 0:14:25 | |
Onwards, snot man! | 0:14:26 | 0:14:27 | |
We must find a dragon worthy of my command. | 0:14:27 | 0:14:30 | |
My destiny awaits! | 0:14:30 | 0:14:32 | |
Ha-ha-ha... | 0:14:32 | 0:14:34 | |
Bonecrusher's going after the Scauldron! | 0:14:34 | 0:14:36 | |
Bonecrusher's going after the Scauldron! | 0:14:36 | 0:14:39 | |
No, he's going to tame the Scauldron. | 0:14:39 | 0:14:41 | |
He's going to get KILLED by the Scauldron! | 0:14:41 | 0:14:44 | |
They have to be down there somewhere. | 0:14:51 | 0:14:53 | |
What was Snotlout thinking? | 0:14:53 | 0:14:55 | |
He wasn't. He's in love! | 0:14:55 | 0:14:58 | |
He'd do anything for his big hunk of bonecrushing love. | 0:14:58 | 0:15:02 | |
Well, we'd better find them before they find the Scauldron. | 0:15:02 | 0:15:05 | |
Just think, Snotlout - at any moment, | 0:15:08 | 0:15:11 | |
the giant beast will emerge from the water, and I will tame him! | 0:15:11 | 0:15:15 | |
Or he'll kill you. | 0:15:15 | 0:15:17 | |
Ha! You're funny, TB! | 0:15:17 | 0:15:19 | |
Listen, let me throw something out there. | 0:15:19 | 0:15:21 | |
What if we, I don't know, head back, call it a day, | 0:15:21 | 0:15:25 | |
relax at the Great Hall, tell some more really cool stories? | 0:15:25 | 0:15:28 | |
You know, I've heard that a Scauldron's hot water blast | 0:15:28 | 0:15:31 | |
can rip the scales off of a Screaming Death. | 0:15:31 | 0:15:33 | |
What gutless fool told you that? | 0:15:33 | 0:15:36 | |
Nonsense! Thor Bonecrusher cannot return to Berk dragonless. | 0:15:36 | 0:15:39 | |
Negative, snot man - | 0:15:39 | 0:15:41 | |
I am not leaving these waters without my prize. | 0:15:41 | 0:15:44 | |
SCAULDRON ROARS | 0:15:50 | 0:15:51 | |
A-ha! Time to engage my quarry! | 0:15:51 | 0:15:53 | |
Dive, dragon, dive! | 0:15:53 | 0:15:55 | |
Argh! My super Viking's gone rogue! | 0:15:56 | 0:15:59 | |
Fire! | 0:15:59 | 0:16:00 | |
OK, that ought to do it, right, TB? | 0:16:02 | 0:16:06 | |
Aargh! | 0:16:07 | 0:16:09 | |
Dance, big boy! | 0:16:12 | 0:16:13 | |
Here they are. Come on! | 0:16:16 | 0:16:17 | |
Easy now, big fella! | 0:16:20 | 0:16:21 | |
Hey, help me! | 0:16:25 | 0:16:27 | |
Snotlout's in the water! | 0:16:30 | 0:16:32 | |
You guys grab him. I'll go after Fishlegs. | 0:16:32 | 0:16:34 | |
OK! Stormfly, let's go! | 0:16:34 | 0:16:37 | |
This is what I live for! Ha-ha-ha! | 0:16:42 | 0:16:46 | |
Keep looking! He must be here somewhere. | 0:16:47 | 0:16:50 | |
So how hard do you think we really need to look? | 0:16:51 | 0:16:53 | |
I'm thinking some passing glances might do the trick. | 0:16:53 | 0:16:56 | |
Well, the sooner we rescue Snotlout, | 0:16:56 | 0:16:57 | |
the sooner we can watch Fishlegs get eaten by the Scauldron. | 0:16:57 | 0:17:00 | |
Well, if you put it that way, let's go! | 0:17:00 | 0:17:02 | |
It would be so much easier if you submit to your master. | 0:17:04 | 0:17:08 | |
Got you where I want you! | 0:17:15 | 0:17:17 | |
Hookfang! | 0:17:20 | 0:17:22 | |
Oh, can this possibly get any worse? | 0:17:22 | 0:17:24 | |
Worse! Way worse! Argh! | 0:17:26 | 0:17:28 | |
Hey... | 0:17:30 | 0:17:32 | |
Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! | 0:17:32 | 0:17:34 | |
I will never try to give you away ever again! | 0:17:34 | 0:17:36 | |
What the...? | 0:17:39 | 0:17:40 | |
-Whoa! -Toothless, watch out! | 0:17:42 | 0:17:44 | |
Come on! Jump over! | 0:17:47 | 0:17:48 | |
Retreat? In my moment of glory? | 0:17:48 | 0:17:51 | |
Never! | 0:17:51 | 0:17:52 | |
HE ROARS | 0:18:03 | 0:18:04 | |
Yes, Meatlug! | 0:18:12 | 0:18:14 | |
No, Meatlug! | 0:18:17 | 0:18:18 | |
Stop, dragon! I, Thor Bonecrusher, command you to stop! | 0:18:23 | 0:18:26 | |
HE ROARS | 0:18:28 | 0:18:29 | |
No! | 0:18:37 | 0:18:38 | |
No! Not my Meatlug! You leave my dragon alone! | 0:18:42 | 0:18:46 | |
That was a little too close. | 0:18:55 | 0:18:56 | |
Speak for yourself! That was freaking awesome! | 0:18:56 | 0:18:59 | |
Oh, I'm so sorry, girl! | 0:19:02 | 0:19:03 | |
I don't know what happened to me! | 0:19:03 | 0:19:05 | |
I just... I wasn't myself! | 0:19:05 | 0:19:06 | |
Oh, I missed you! | 0:19:08 | 0:19:09 | |
Oh! How did I...? | 0:19:09 | 0:19:11 | |
Long story. I'll explain later. | 0:19:11 | 0:19:13 | |
CHEERING | 0:19:26 | 0:19:28 | |
So, what happened to the Scauldron? | 0:19:30 | 0:19:33 | |
He's been relocated. | 0:19:33 | 0:19:34 | |
And my axe? | 0:19:34 | 0:19:36 | |
Er... | 0:19:36 | 0:19:38 | |
Also relocated. | 0:19:38 | 0:19:39 | |
But what of Thor Bonecrusher? | 0:19:41 | 0:19:42 | |
Bonecrusher! I miss him. | 0:19:42 | 0:19:44 | |
-Hello. -Oh! | 0:19:50 | 0:19:52 | |
MUTTERING | 0:19:52 | 0:19:53 | |
You know, Fishlegs, you didn't sneeze once the whole ride home. | 0:19:56 | 0:20:00 | |
Yeah! And my legs don't itch any more. | 0:20:00 | 0:20:02 | |
And Meatlug isn't wearing her saddle. | 0:20:02 | 0:20:04 | |
Maybe you were never allergic to her - | 0:20:04 | 0:20:06 | |
you were allergic to the saddle! | 0:20:06 | 0:20:08 | |
But why all of a sudden would I become allergic to her saddle? | 0:20:08 | 0:20:12 | |
Well, I have been using a different kind of wax on the saddles. | 0:20:12 | 0:20:16 | |
Look at that! | 0:20:16 | 0:20:18 | |
Urgh! | 0:20:18 | 0:20:20 | |
Oh, great! | 0:20:20 | 0:20:22 | |
What, I never run out of the stuff! | 0:20:22 | 0:20:24 | |
It's coming out of my ears! | 0:20:24 | 0:20:26 | |
A-choo! I'm allergic to Gobber's ear wax?! | 0:20:26 | 0:20:29 | |
Ha! | 0:20:30 | 0:20:32 | |
I am both relieved and disgusted. | 0:20:32 | 0:20:34 | |
What? What is it? | 0:20:36 | 0:20:37 | |
I'm just thinking of what might have been. | 0:20:37 | 0:20:40 | |
You broke my heart, Thor. | 0:20:40 | 0:20:42 | |
You broke it right in two. | 0:20:42 | 0:20:44 | |
OK, that was creepy, right? | 0:20:47 | 0:20:49 | |
You don't know the half of it. | 0:20:49 | 0:20:51 | |
-TEARFULLY: -I miss you, Thor! | 0:20:51 | 0:20:53 |