Crushing It Dragons

This changes everything.

SINISTER MUSIC, OWL HOOTS

FOOTSTEPS CRUNCH ON LEAVES

Give it back. It's MY blanket.

Oh!

Why do we have to be the ones to stay up on Rumblehorn watch?

Hookfang, I'm talking to you.

We're never going to stop this crazy dragon from tearing this place up.

Argh! Intruder alert!

Agh! Intruder alert!

That's the third time this week.

Ow, ow...

Ahhh, sweet relief.

The Rumblehorn, it's headed for the Eastern Beach.

Come on, you guys.

Finally, we got it!

Everybody stay back.

I didn't think it would be so smelly.

I didn't think it would be so hairy.

YOU try shaving with a hook for an arm!

The Rumblehorn talks.

-Quick, smack it.

-Cut me down, you simpleton!

AND it's got a bad attitude.

Ah, never mind.

Gobber, what did you do with our Rumblehorn?

Rumblehorn? What's a Rumblehorn?

A new dragon that's been trying to chase us off the island.

Yeah, us and everything else.

We've been trying to catch and relocate it.

Yet we caught YOU. Yay us(!)

You're trying to catch a dragon with a net that can't hold

a one-legged, one-armed Viking? Amateurs.

Not too late to club him still, and give him a little...

-HE GRUNTS

-You know?

-Yeah, we should just get back and check on the Dragon base.

-Meh.

Well, let's see what you've done with the place.

It looks very, well...

-Trashed!

-Your words, not mine.

The Rumblehorn must have hit us while we were out chasing you.

Last chance. I can still club him.

Come on, club, club, club, join the club.

As much as I love a good clubbing, even my own, it'll have to wait.

You and I need to talk.

I've come with disturbing news about your father.

-Is he all right?

-Oh, he's fine.

-Oh, that's a relief.

-But, then again, not so fine.

Gobber, you're killing me. Is my father OK or not?

Oh, he's as fit as a Dragon.

Unfortunately he's as ornery as one, too.

-SNARLING

-No offence.

I've never seen him like this. Angry, shouting at everyone.

Actually, that sounds like vintage Stoick the Vast to me.

You think I would've sailed in a boat by myself for a week

if it were vintage Stoick the Vast?! He's driving the village crazy!

All right, I guess I better see what's going on with him.

-Good idea.

-You want to ride back with me and Toothless?

Actually, I think I might stay awhile.

Help repair your wee Dragon base.

See if I can offer up some of my...

(dragon-killing experience)

to help defend against that Rumblehorn.

If there's time, I'll take Tuffnut up on that clubbing.

-It works with Ruffnut.

-I get it.

So basically you are hiding out from my father.

-One might look at it that way.

-Well, bud, I guess we're off to Berk.

-Quieter than usual.

-Shoddy workmanship, that's what this is!

OK, follow the sound of the angry Viking.

I said I wanted these weapons arranged by deadliness!

-Swords...

-Ah!

-..axes...

-Oh!

..bludgeons...

maces...

FRIGHTENED BLEAT

Swords, axes, maces, bludgeons...

If I used them on you, you wouldn't forget how deadly they were!

Ugh, I can't believe this.

Hiccup, thank Thor you're here.

You've got to help us. Your father has become unbearable.

Well, to be fair, Sven, you did have the weapons out of order.

That's because yesterday he told me to arrange them by length,

the day before, it was by pointiness, and the day before that,

it was by name.

Did you know he gave each weapon its own nickname?

Well, I do have to admit that is really weird.

All right, I'll go talk to him.

I mean, seriously, who names their mace Daisy?

These attacks are getting worse every time.

Either that Rumblehorn's got to go or we do.

Hey, our boar pit survived.

Cool. I like a pit, but I LOVE a boar pit.

You call that a boar pit?!

I've dug my way out of shallow graves deeper than that.

Would you look at these Rumblehorn tracks.

If you take into account the width and the depth of the footprints

and the distance between them, I calculate that this Dragon is...

Hefty. One might even say beefy.

Does somebody want to tell me why we're rebuilding this place?

He's just going to crash through and wreck it again.

He wouldn't if you could build a defensive wall properly.

Well, don't just stand there.

If you want to learn, follow me.

For Thor's sake, you plough like an old woman.

THIS is how you plough.

Oh, it's so simple. Ugh, you can't even...

Gothi! You know, personally, I don't know what he's talking about.

I love your ploughing.

You are by far my favourite plougher in all of Berk.

That's some good ploughing, yeah.

Ugh, yes, I agree, he's totally out of control.

Watch the language! You know, he's still my father.

I'll talk to him, I promise.

CHUCKLING

HICCUP CLEARS HIS THROAT

Dad, please don't kill me, it's your son!

-Hiccup!

-SQUEALING

Good to see you too, Dad.

Now, if I could just, erm, breathe.

I'm sorry! Just happy to see my son.

Well, that's great. My cracked ribs and I are happy to see you too.

What are you doing all the way out at the academy?

Well, I come up here for the peace and quiet.

Tired of hearing people complaining.

"Stoick, you're being too tough, Stoick, you're being too picky,

"Stoick you're cutting off my air supply."

Hey, hey, is that Thornado's old saddle?

Wow, Dad, you really kept it shiny.

Well, just because one dragon's gone, doesn't mean I'm going to let

a valuable piece of equipment fall into disrepair.

But enough about me. What brings my world-traveller son back to Berk?

Well, we still...

Stoick, I don't mean to interrupt, but I've got those weapons arranged

by deadliness, just like you wanted them.

And who said I wanted them THAT way?

Does anyone around here listen?!

Hey, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad!

I just had a great idea.

If it involves me hurling an axe at Sven's head, let's hear it.

I hear my sheep calling.

I was thinking something a little more relaxing.

-Something to take the edge off.

-Edge? What edge?

OK, I'm listening.

Yeah, so I was thinking, why don't you take a couple of days off,

come with me to see the dragon base.

No, impossible. There's far too much to do around here.

OK, Dad. Well, I'll 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.

-Dragon problem? What kind of a dragon problem?

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.

Well, I suppose I could spare a moment, if you really need me.

Oh, we do, we really, really do.

I have to admit, that's one impressive wall.

It should stop the Rumblehorn at least from the ground.

I'm going to call her Greta, after my first love.

Large, sturdy - beefy, some would say.

ROARING

It's coming from the west, and it's getting closer.

Everybody, mount up.

I'm not moving. The wall WILL hold.

HE STRAINS

Ha-ha, told you my Greta would hold!

Oh, Greta, how could you?

Hurry up and move those logs.

-Gobber, are you all right?

-Good morning, Mummy.

Is it time for dragon-killing school?

Hey, at least this wall held. Of course, everything else got crushed.

Incoming, yeah! Fire, fire, use all weapons!

Start blasting.

Hey, it's us! Cut it out.

OK, sorry about that.

Nice to see you, chief. You are looking very fit.

Your hands seem to be rough and... well worked.

Anyway, welcome to Rumblehorn hell.

You weren't kidding about having dragon problems.

-Is anybody hurt?

-Well, sort of.

Hello, luvvies. Who would like some figgy pudding?

What's wrong with him?

Well, Chief, you can start with the peg leg, and the hook

and the bad breath and weird neck.

I mean, look at his neck.

He'll be fine. He got hit by a watchtower.

Oh, you're killing me! Who knew you were such a card?!

HE LAUGHS

Hiccup, these Rumblehorn attacks are getting out of hand.

-We have to do something.

-OK, then. First things first.

-We start with...

-Astrid, you search the eastern coastline.

Ruff, Tuff, you have the west. My father and I will take

the middle of the island. Fishlegs and Snotlout,

you take care of Gobber and keep fixing the base.

-Got it.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute there, "Dragon Master".

-Hello, little fella.

-How come I have to stay behind?

GOBBER SNARLS

I'm a Dragon.

OK, fine, you want to hunt

the unstoppable, bloodthirsty dragon instead?

-Bloodthirsty dragon, huh?

-Oh, look at my tail.

Do dragons chase their tails or do they breathe fire on them?

-I don't know.

-On second thought,

I don't want to give you guys an unfair advantage so I should

probably stay behind and protect

one of the Archipelago's national treasures.

The sun is a shiny potato covered in drawn butter.

And the moon is a scoop of ice cream.

Ah, it's good to be back up in the air again.

No wonder you never come back to visit.

This island is spectacular.

Thanks, Dad. But we're not going to be able to keep any of it

if we don't solve our Rumblehorn problem.

Right. When exactly did you start having trouble with it?

A few weeks ago. We didn't even know it was on the island

and then, suddenly, it was everywhere.

First it just went after wild dragons,

-then it started coming after us.

-And how many dragons has it killed?

None, yet. This dragon is more than strong.

It's fast, it's smart and it's elusive.

We've never even got a good look at it.

-This does seem like quite the challenge, doesn't it?

-Yes, it does.

Ha! Look at the two of us.

Two Viking men on the hunt, scheming to catch a wild beast.

See? You're cheering up already, right?

Let's not get ahead of ourselves, son.

-BOTH:

-There!

You see what I mean? Every time, we just miss it.

Well, we didn't see it fly away so it has to be on foot.

But which way?

Over here. Check the direction of the trees he took down.

After you, son.

Oh, this is great!

These footprints are fresh.

We should be right on top of it.

It's like the beast can sense us coming

and then it changes direction. A truly worthy adversary.

We have got to be getting close.

I don't think so. We've been here before.

Look at the broken branches on this side of the trail.

The beast has doubled back on us.

Wait, you think it knows we're hunting it?

No, I think it's hunting us.

Oh, that's good(!) I preferred it much more the other way around.

What are you thinking, Dad?

I might have an idea on how we're going to catch this beast.

# Well, I've got my club and I've got my rope and I smell like a yak

# Cos I don't use soap, I'm a Viking through and through... #

ROARING

Well, you are magnificent and you've got a lot to say, don't you?

Now, let's see if you can back it up.

HE BELLOWS

Dad, get out of there!

Not a chance!

Oh, no, you don't.

Dad! Let go of the rope!

Dad, DON'T let go of the rope!

Argh!

Oh, you want a piece of me on the way down, do you?

Come on and get some!

Arghhhh! Come on!

We'd better get back to Dragon's Edge for reinforcements.

Agreed.

This isn't over, Rumblehorn!

-Where is Gobber?

-Yoo-hoo!

Come back, please?

-Boar pit.

-OK, Gobber accounted for.

-Hiccup, did you find the Rumblehorn?

-More like, he found us.

Gave us a good run, that one.

We're going to resupply and then we all need to go look for him.

Ah, I bet I could find him, like right now.

-Oh, really?

-Oh, yeah.

-Oh, really?

-Yeah.

-How's that?

-Wait for it.

-Bing!

-What the..?

Hey, everybody, on your dragons.

We need to draw him away from Dragon's Edge.

He tracked us all the way here.

-Impressive.

-Dad, let's catch him first, then we can admire him.

Where are all the Night Terrors going?

Why isn't the Rumblehorn following us?

Because it's following HIM.

Mr Boat, come back, please.

I just want to have a friendly chat.

Let's get his attention, bud.

HE LAUGHS

Stormfly, spine shot!

As powerful as that dragon is,

he doesn't seem to have a real thirst for blood.

Not yet, but it's still going after Gobber.

I hate to do this but it's the Rumblehorn or Gobber.

We may only get one shot at this, bud.

Let's make it count.

This doesn't make any sense.

Unless... Hiccup, wait!

Dad, what are you doing?

Not so fast, you.

BOAR SQUEALS

Oh, look, it's Peppy, my favourite pet yak.

We didn't eat you on Snoggletog morning after all.

-No.

-If that dragon wanted to hurt people, he'd have done it by now.

Something else is going on here.

-Like what?

-Only one way to find out.

Put me down next to him.

Stoick, you remember Peppy!

Yes, yes Gobber.

Peppy and I need to have a wee talk.

Hiccup, have you met Peppy?

Oh, God...

What is it you really want, dragon?

I think this dragon is trying to tell us something.

What is happening, what is happening, what is happening?!

I think you're right.

-Dad!

-Whoa, big fella.

-Hold on there.

-Go get him, bud.

Son, out there.

The sea level, is it rising?

There's a giant wave heading for us. The Rumblehorn knew it.

It was trying to get us to leave. He was trying to save us.

That explains why he was chasing Gobber.

I'm not buying it. OK, guys, real quick.

-How long does it take to learn to swim?

-No-one has to swim.

We just need to block the wave from hitting the camp.

-Isn't it a little late for that, Hiccup?

-No. Gobber's rock wall.

That's big enough to stop the wave.

We just need to reinforce it.

The wave's coming. Hurry.

The wall's not going to be high enough to stop that wave.

And it's cracking.

You handle the cracks, son.

-I've got an idea.

-You heard the man.

-On it!

Stormfly, spine shot.

Meatlug, spew!

All right, then, let's finish what you started.

Full speed, big fella.

I can't believe it, guys.

If that Rumblehorn hadn't warned us, we would've been wiped out.

STOICK LAUGHS TRIUMPHANTLY

Look at this guy. He's amazing.

Yes, you can say that again, Fishlegs.

You know, guys, this is a whole new class of dragon.

-We need a name.

-Well, it tracked us down -

how about Tracker Class?

Tracker Class?!

-Yeah, right. That sounds like something

-I

-would come up with.

-Perfect.

-Tracker Class it is.

-What? You LIKE it?

Oh, come on!

Gobber, sure am glad you're back to normal.

Yeah, not sure what all went on but I'm sore in places I didn't know

-I had.

-Well, son, I'm glad I let you insist I come here.

You know, Dad, when I first came back to Berk I thought you might

be missing me, but it was Thornado all along.

Oh, I do miss that magnificent beast.

We had some connection, he and I.

I get it. No, I can't imagine what it would be like without Toothless.

Well, Thornado would never be replaced,

but this guy, we are a lot alike, he and I. We're both protectors.

-We're both leaders.

-And you're both hard-headed.

Hard-headed, you say? Skull-crushing's more like it.

Wait, that's what we'll call him.

Skullcrusher.

And, by the way, son.

I do miss you. A lot, in fact.

All right, big fella. Let's get you back to Berk.

I've got the perfect saddle waiting for you.

All right, guys. We have a lot of work to do. Let's get to it.

SKULLCRUSHER ROARS