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This changes everything.
OK, gang, stay with your team-mate and lock down your specific island.
This Dragon Hunter is sneaky.
He comes in, transfers his cargo
and slips out under the cover of darkness.
-Very boring. Can we get to it?
-So, I need you to put in a good word for me, Hiccup.
-What? With who?
-Please! I'm so over Astrid. You can have her.
-I appreciate that.
-Any time. I'm a giver.
Listen, I know Heather has been dying to approach me
but her fear has got her...'scurred'.
Yeah, I don't think Heather gets 'scurred', Snotlout.
Besides, I'm not so sure you're ready for a woman like Heather.
-She's far too, uh, sincere, honest, brave...
-I can fake honesty.
I can fake sincerity. I can fake all those things.
Oh, yeah, and by the way, she's smart, too.
I can fake being smarter.
Keep it nice and warm. This one is a beauty.
I think we can move in slowly, preserve the element of...
Coming in hot!
-Oh, no, you don't!
-No, you don't!
Guys, we need to protect the egg, not fry it.
We're never going to get out of here!
It's the egg they want.
They want the egg? Give it to them!
Get ready to move, guys.
-We got it!
-We got it!
-Back off, twidiots, it's mine.
-Back off, Snotlout.
Well, that was fun. Hey, I've got an idea.
How about we get this back to the Edge, safely?
-It's definitely not a Changewing.
And it's not the type of any of our dragons.
Oh, can you imagine Meatlug with her very own egg? It would be so cute!
I don't think it is in here, Fishlegs.
Well, someone certainly has their ideas on what it is.
Look who's feeling motherly!
Aren't you, little chicken? Give me a kiss.
Ow! Easy, pal. I'm on your side.
If you're going to hatch that egg, I think you're going to need
a little bit more power than that, Chicken, but it was a nice try.
Don't listen to him, Chicken. Haters gonna hate.
Hatchers gotta hatch.
And, buddy, you're a-hatchin'.
-We should check the Dragon Eye notes again. Just to be sure.
But I didn't see anything in there about eggs or hatchings.
-Not now, Tuff.
-Why didn't you say something?
Kind of makes you wonder what came first, Chicken or the chicken...
-What is that?
-It's familiar but I can't place it.
No! Stop, stop!
Who liked him better when he was inside?
Can someone please shut that thing up?!
Oh, it probably needs its mother. Poor thing. All by itself.
That's what I was trying to say because I'm so sincere.
Of course, these fools don't listen, but I listen.
-I got it!
-What?! What is it?
-Who cares what we call it?
It's not like it's listening to us anyway.
Chicken cares and it did come out of her.
Tuffnut, she didn't actually... Never mind.
Ugh, how are the dragons going to get any sleep
with this dragon in here?
It's them or us, Fishface, but, please,
feel free to babysit that thing if you want to.
-Maybe I should stay with it?
-That's exactly what I was thinking.
We're like two yaks in a stall, you and me.
Look, if we shut these doors, plug our ears and sleep
under our beds, we just might be able to catch a few winks.
Yeah, OK, let's just get out of here before our heads explode.
Chicken, come on. It's bedtime.
Hey, I'll tell you the story about the angry chicken
who took on the Buffalord.
She just ain't having it. She wants to stay with Garffiljorg.
CHICKEN CLUCKS TUNE
HE GURGLES HAPPILY
SHOUTS: Oh, he stopped...
-QUIETER: He stopped crying.
-That's because Chicken sang to him.
Didn't you hear that? I mean...
Ah, the pipes on that chicken!
Does this look familiar to anyone but me? Impenetrable amber cocoon,
vicious hungry dragon, terrified Vikings...
It's a baby Death Song, Tuffnut. Believe me, we know.
Oh, that's just perfect.
CHICKEN CLUCKS LOUDLY
-Tuffnut, could you please help me out?
-And do what?
-Calm your chicken.
It's not doing any of us any good to have the entire Edge freaking out.
I'm here, Chicken. Don't you worry. Everything is going to...
I can't lie to a chicken!
You know, that'd go much easier
if you had some Monstrous Nightmare gel.
Plus, you could get yourself some
rotisserie chicken while you're at it. Mmm! That sounds good.
-You apologise to her right now, you hear me?
Nobody is rotisserie chicken! Nobody!
So you keep that Monstrous Nightmare gel away from her.
-Actually, Tuff, Snotlout may be onto something.
What's next? Roasted Toothless?
Just stay with me here.
Remember when we were at Melody Island?
Uh, don't do it, Hiccup.
You'll singe her little feathers
and that's all she has in the whole wide world, except me, of course.
Feathers and me.
I'm just doing enough to get it started.
I won't go deep enough to get remotely close to Chicken. See?
Chicken is free! Chicken is free!
You! We need to remove Garffiljorg from this island immediately.
-OK, Tuff, don't you think you're overreacting?
It is getting difficult to handle this guy, Hiccup,
-you've got to admit.
-She's right, Hiccup.
I mean, he just went after Chicken.
-How long before he goes after one of us?
-He's got to go.
Back to Melody Island with you.
Snoutlout, did you forget how the Death Song tried to eat
-all of us and our dragons?
-Well, I had until you just brought it up.
-Thank you for that.
-Oh, no, no... It is too dangerous to go back.
And we don't even know
if a baby dragon can bond with a dragon that's not its parent.
But, guys, he is too young to know right from wrong.
He is just following his instincts.
I know what it's like to be all alone in the world.
We can't just shun him.
Heather's right. We have trained everything from a Night Fury
to a Night Terror. We can certainly train him not to eat us. Right?
-Yeah, we can try.
-We owe it to Garff.
Speak for yourselves.
And what about that?
Does anyone else, not named Hiccup, have an idea before I take a running
leap off the top of the Edge?
-Nobody say a word.
By the way, I'm over you in case you hadn't heard
and I'm just being honest with you because I'm nothing if not honest.
Did you hear that, Heather?
SHE HUMS TUNEFULLY
# The sky is dark and the hills are white
# As the Storm King speeds from the north tonight
# And this is the song the Storm King sings
# As over the world his cloak he flings
# Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep
# He rustles his wings and gruffly sings
# Sleep, little one, sleep. #
That was just beautiful, Heather.
"That was just beautiful, Heather. Oh..."
Uh, thank Thor something works.
Well, would you look at that. Garff wasn't the only one it worked on.
It makes perfect sense.
The Death Song sings to its prey to draw them in.
That might be the primary way it communicates.
-And it might help us train it.
Well, you'd better keep singing, then.
-You mean "we".
-Oh, yes, you do.
Oh, yes, of course I do.
# Now listen my young dragon friend and I will tell a tale
# Of days when Vikings feared the sound of monsters' distant wail
# There was a time not long ago when wars were bravely fought
# Against a foe we feared before a lesson we were taught
# That night of fury one did dare to set aside his dread
# And place his hand upon a winged villain's gentle head
# Now time has passed and what was once our curse and enemy
# Now carries us to battle against our threat across the sea. #
# I killed my first boar when I was just a boy
# A big ol' battle axe was my favourite toy
# Each of my enemies they all have been destroyed
# For I am Snotlout, oy, oy, oy
# Snotlout, Snotlout, oy, oy, oy
# He's all man and you're all boy
# Yes, I said it, try me if you dare
# I'll chill you to the bone with my steely glare. #
-You guys are up. Take him.
-No, no, no! No!
He's fine. He just gets a little cranky when the music stops. OK?
That's all. So, ha-ha, you're going to have so much fun.
# No, Garff, no, you must not hurt Chicken
# For Chicken is a friend who will see you to the end
# No, Garff, no, you cannot eat Tuff's chicken
# Eating that bird's heart will tear Tuffnut apart
# Why must you eat my pet?
# It is the only one I'll get
# And then all I'll do is fret
# Because we only just met
# Something else that rhymes with met
# But how long, how long, how long can we keep this up?
# Can keep this up?
# Keep this up! #
-Well, that was supposed to work.
This is officially out of hand. We cannot go on like this.
But we can't abandon him. We just can't. I would never forgive myself.
I'm sick of rhyming with met!
We won't abandon him. We'll do what we should have done to begin with.
We will take him to be with his own kind.
-Are you saying what I think you're saying?
We are going to Melody Island to find that Death Song.
Hey, genius, have you thought of the fact that the Death Song
mind-melts our dragons?
-Actually, I have.
-Good, good, good.
So do you have a plan for that or are we just going to wing it?
Pun intended! Ha-ha! Get it?
You said wing it, you know, and dragons have...
-We get it, Tuff.
-We're going to
handle that, Snotlout, by using these.
-Oh, moss earplugs, awesome!
I custom made them for each dragon to keep out the Death Song's call.
Great. As this if this guy needs another reason to not listen.
You didn't happen to make any for us, did you?
Ha-ha! Very funny, Astrid!
You should take that comedy routine on the road.
Maybe I will.
"Oh, maybe I will."
Except you shouldn't, because it's completely contextual.
-Fishlegs, how did you swing that?
I wasn't entirely sure it would work on this particular species.
It only took a couple of tries to get close enough to knock
the little guy out. Sorry, girl.
Just make sure he's awake when we get there.
We need him alert and focused.
How do you get a one-armed Jorgenson out of a tree?
You wave to him.
Wave to him. That's not even funny. Oh, I just got it. It is funny.
How do you sink a Jorgensen battleship?
You put it in the water.
-Do another one. One more!
That's right. Laugh, all of you.
But don't come running to me when you're out of Nightmare gel.
All right, gang, the Death Song's strike is very precise, streamlined.
So we need to spread out,
that way it can only go after one of us at a time.
Hey, how do you confuse a Jorgensen?
Put him in a round arena and tell him to go to the corner.
-You don't even understand jokes.
-Well, it's not in there.
-That is good news for Garff.
-And bad news for us.
Let's find this guy.
-The earplugs are working, Hiccup.
-Great. Now, let's get in closer.
-Everyone on high alert.
-Oh, no. Hiccup...
-Yeah, got it.
SHE HUMS GENTLY
DEATH SONG ROARS TUNEFULLY
Remember, if we don't bunch up, it can't...
Ah! Heads up!
I forgot how much I hate this guy.
I never thought I'd be happy to hear that.
Well, at least they're not shooting it at us.
SCREECHES DIFFERENT TUNE
SCREECHES DIFFERENT TUNE
Hey, I think they're bonding.
-That can't be good.
I knew this was going to go bad. Why does no-one listen to me?
HE HUMS TUNEFULLY
Fishlegs, what are you doing?
-I'm sorry. I hum when I'm nervous.
I heard they love humming in Valhalla.
Hey, that's my favourite lullaby.
And I was the one that taught it to Garff.
Well, that might be the problem.
He is singing our songs, the ones we sang to him
and the Death Song doesn't like them.
You know, everyone's a critic.
-So what do we do?
-Maybe we can find a song that it does like.
I'll need some time to prepare.
This golden throat is a very delicate instrument. Ah!
# Oh, Death Song, oh, Death Song
# You're big and bad and you kill a lot
# And you spit out goo that looks like snot! #
# It's a scary, scary bad dragon
# He's going to kill us all
# He's going to kill us
# I hope he doesn't
# I hope he leaves soon. #
-Hey, that doesn't rhyme!
-Oh, like its knows!
# The hotness of your goo gives me deja vu... #
Yep, that's it. Much better.
# The beauty of your wings makes us all want to sing
# Want to sing
# Want to sing
# Want to sing, want to sing, want to sing
# All of us want to sing your death song
# We want to be like you and growl! #
HE ROARS DEATH SONG'S TUNE
Go on, Garff. It's OK.
-I don't believe it. Garff saved us.
-Yeah, we saved him and he saved us.
I just had a thought.
Now that they're both on the same team, what is stopping them
from both eating us?
Hiccup, that is brilliant.
If you find the weak spot in the cocoon, the rest will crack
and fall apart.
Exactly, now, let's get out of here
before they get their appetites back.
You know, if that were, like, twice the size, it would
make a really cool sword.
Exactly. I'm going to call this Inferno.
-I mean, look at it.
-Nah. It doesn't have the right je ne sais quoi.
Je ne sais quoi? How did you...
All right. I will come up with something different.
Of course, I will have to make some adjustments.
Lengthen the shaft, add another canister for more
Monstrous Nightmare gel, make the gas canister airtight.
Oh, I am getting to work on this thing right away.
And that's the last we will see of Hiccup this week.
# Oh, he's a scary bad dragon
# He didn't kill us
# I'm glad he didn't
# Now we can go home. #
The riders save a deathsong egg from dragon hunters, but they have to take it back to Melody Island when the hatched baby won't stop crying.