In Dragons We Trust Dragons

Let's go, bud!

Wow...

As you fly through life it's always good to know who you can trust

and who you can't.

Nice catch, bud, a little close.

I know I can always count on Toothless.

And it's important for him to know that no matter what,

he can count on me.

It's your turn, jump.

-I don't want to jump, I...

-You have to believe she's going to catch you.

It's a trust exercise.

I like to do my trusting on the ground, thank you very much.

Like this, chicken legs.

Wa-ha-ha-hoo...

-So, should we mention something to Hookfang?

-Let me sleep on it.

Hookfang, get him!

Not feeling the trust.

Coming in too hard, aaargh!

Mildew! Ahhh!

You'll pay for this!

Oh, something tells me we're going to hear about this.

Shingle again?

Didn't we have roofing material for dinner last night?

It was an accident, Dad.

I'm sure Mildew's making it sound worse than it is.

A dragon and a huge obnoxious boy crashed through his roof...twice.

Well, sure sounds bad, if you're going to stick to the facts.

Of all the houses on the island,

a dragon had to crash through Mildew's!

-You know he hates dragons more than anyone else.

-I know.

-You might want to talk to him about his attitude.

-Listen to me, Hiccup.

I gave you the responsibility of training those dragons.

Everyone knows that. All eyes are upon you, son.

Whatever those beasts do reflects on you

-and whatever you do reflects on me.

-I'm sorry, Dad, you're right.

You and your friends are going to go back to Mildew's and fix that roof.

Without your dragons.

-Got a break there, bud.

-Er, not so fast.

Aren't you forgetting something?

-It's boot night. They need to be aired out.

-Eurgh!

I think it's going to take more than air...

-Urgh!

-I hate boot night.

-Eurgh.

-Why is his left foot always so much smellier than his right?

Oh, no...eurgh...

COCKEREL CROWS

-Oh!

-Eh?

-Huh?

Where are my boots? Hm? Where are YOUR boots?

They've all been stolen, every last one.

Oh, that explains why my feet are so cold.

Who could have done such a thing?!

All I know is they left a mighty big footprint.

Oh, those are Zippleback tracks.

You can tell by the half moon shape arches.

That's dragon 101, I'm not going to fill you in on that.

So, a dragon walked through here.

A Zippleback, according to my friend, Fishlegs.

But that doesn't mean he took everyone's boots.

Well, there's just one way to find out. Follow the footprints.

SNORING

So there's a bunch of boots piled around a Zippleback.

That doesn't mean... Yeah, OK, fine, he took the boots.

How are we supposed to do any work in this weather, without our boots?

This is outrageous!

How long before something's done about these creatures, Stoick?

How much more can we stand?

SHOUTING AND JEERING

Listen to yourselves. "My feet are cold..."

You're Vikings! Everything is cold.

I'll fix your boots for you. You'll be back to work in no time.

You all heard Gobber,

you'll be getting your boots back as good as new.

SHOUTING AND JEERING

That's it? No consequence for these dragons?

They took our boots, Mildew. The world isn't coming to an end.

Oh, don't be so sure.

Dragons are wild beasts,

there's no telling what else they'll do behind our sleeping backs.

-They don't destroy things on purpose.

-D'ah!

-But you do have a point, Mildew.

-What?

They are wild animals. And they need us to keep an eye on them.

And rest assured, we will do just that!

Would you get out of there?

-We're going on night patrol.

-Night patrol, I love it. What is it?

It's where we patrol...at night.

To keep an eye on the dragons

and make sure they don't get blamed for anything else.

Erm, have you cleared this with our parents?

Because some of us might not be allowed out after a certain hour.

-Not allowed - or afraid?

-Hey, things happen after dark...

Guys, we have to do this.

Hello, sir. Er, er...ma'am.

My name is Astrid, and I'm with the Dragon United Monitoring Brigade.

-DUMB?

-Yes, that is correct, not my idea but it is easy to remember.

If you have any dragon-related problems, contact us.

Just cup a hand on either side of your mouth

and at the top of your lungs yell..."DUMB".

-Who goes there?

-Take a wild guess.

I don't think I like your attitude.

-Right back at you.

-Yeah, but I'm the one with the sash.

Let me take a closer look at that.

-DUMB? Well, that suits you.

-OK, I think we're done here.

Oh, what was that?

GROWLING AND CHUCKLING

Aaagh...!

-Did you see me scare them?

-No, I scared them.

-No, I scared them.

-No, me.

-I did.

-Clearly me...

Well, Mildew will be happy to know what dragons do at night.

They sleep, like everyone else.

-Who could have done such a thing?

-Oh, it looks like a dragon to me.

We don't know for sure, Fishlegs.

Sure we do. Look at these claw marks, it was obviously

a Monstrous Nightmare, the spacing of the talons is dead on.

-Once again, thank you, Fishlegs.

-Oh, stop, it's just basic stuff.

But how could this happen? We had every dragon accounted for

at all times. Right, guys?

When you say "at all times" and "every dragon",

what exactly do you mean?

OK, what happened, Snotlout?

Well, I was detaining a suspect

who wasn't showing sufficient respect to the sash.

I think I showed sufficient respect to a sash that says "DUMB"!

We've got to change that name.

Anyways, as I was questioning said suspect, Hookfang may have -

and I'm not saying he did, but it is possible

he wandered off for a few...

-Seconds?

-Minutes?

Hours.

Oh, that's way longer than minutes.

Oh, no, it's true. The Great Hall...

So many memories...

A dragon must have gone on a rampage.

I hate to say it, Stoick, but you're going to have to...

-I know what has to be done, Gobber.

-So do I.

Starting tonight and every night,

I want all the dragons put in The Academy under lock and key.

What, that's it?

-Look what they did!

-This just doesn't make any sense.

A dragon wouldn't just come in here and destroy the place.

I mean, none of the food was even touched.

I don't know why dragons do what they do

but I'm not going to let them do any more damage.

You had to cage the dragons, Stoick. You had no choice.

I know, but to Hiccup, when I punish them, I'm punishing him.

Yeah. That boy thinks the dragons can do no wrong.

I just hope he understands that while a father does what's

best for his son, a chief must do what's best for the village.

FISHLEGS SINGS LULLABY

# Sleep, little Meatlug, in your bed

# Where yummy little boulders dance in your head... #

That usually works.

Our whole bedtime routine is upset. She won't even lick my feet,

-thanks to...

-Watch it, Fishlegs.

At least my dragon doesn't need a lullaby and a blankie!

Actually, it's your fault that all our dragons have to sleep in jail.

Yeah. You don't see our dragon going on a rampage and wrecking stuff.

DRAGONS SNARL

Well, not any good stuff.

I don't think a dragon wrecked The Great Hall

or stole the boots.

None of us wants to believe it either, Hiccup,

but you saw the proof.

What proof?

You saw the footprints too.

They were supposed to be made by a Zippleback

but they were no deeper than mine.

Look at these. I could lie down in them.

Well, there could be a lot of explanations why a dragon

made shallow footprints.

Like, hello! He was trying to be sneaky.

All right, well, how do you explain The Great Hall?

DRAGONS ROAR

Snotlout, do something about him, please,

we're trying to think over here.

Yeah, I gave up thinking. Never been happier.

-Snotlout!

-I'm not the boss of him.

He always does that when he gets angry.

Or goes on a rampage.

That's how I can explain The Great Hall. Yeah!

I've got to tell my dad about this.

Just hear me out, Dad.

When a Monstrous Nightmare gets mad,

his whole body bursts into flames.

Look at these walls. Not one single scorch mark.

Hiccup, until I have solid proof that it was something else,

the dragons stay where they are.

SNARLING

PANICKED SHOUTING

The armoury! Grab some buckets.

-Toothless?

-It was him. He set the armoury on fire.

-How dare he!

-Toothless?

Every one of our weapons, gone.

Prudence, my poor darling.

I'm so sorry.

Hiccup's dragon left us utterly defenceless.

Dad, you know Toothless wouldn't do this.

Sure. Listen to your boy, Stoick. That's what got us into this mess.

See what happens when you leave your dragon all alone to wait outside?

-What did you say?

-Sadie, I guess your slicing days are over.

These dragons have done too much damage.

It's no longer safe to have them on Berk.

-I want them gone.

-What?

-Finally!

Round them up and take them all to Dragon Island.

By the end of the day tomorrow,

there will be no more dragons on Berk.

Oh, what a glorious day that will be.

Party at my house!

Don't forget, boy, right after you drop off your dragon,

you'll be fixing my roof.

-This is wrong.

-I know, it's horrible.

It's the worst day of my life.

No, Astrid. Something here doesn't add up.

-All I know is I'm losing my dragon.

-For now, yeah.

OK, but I just need time to fix this.

What are you talking about? It's over.

-Forget it, it's over.

-Yeah, forget it.

I'm going to miss you.

OK, Meatlug, there's plenty of rocks if you get hungry.

And don't eat any limestone. You know it doesn't agree with you.

Be strong, buddy. I know you're going to miss me.

HE SNARLS

OK...

He's crying. He's crying on the inside.

I'll be back for you. I promise.

No, bud. You've got to stay here and take care of the other dragons.

It's going to be OK, Toothless. Trust me.

There's something Mildew said that I can't stop thinking about.

He said, "See what happens when you leave your dragon to wait outside?"

He knew Toothless wasn't with me just before the armoury fire.

-So?

-So, he lives on the other side of the island.

What was he doing in town?

And how would he know where we were before the fire?

You really think he set that fire?

I think he did all of it, and I think he did it

so my dad would get rid of all the dragons.

That's a pretty serious accusation. How are you going to prove it?

Wife, wife, wife...hmmmm.

Well, Mildew definitely has a type. Urgh.

Huh! What the...?

Huh!

DOOR RATTLES

I'm home, ladies.

FUNGUS (THE SHEEP) BAAS

What's that you say? Nothing? Perfect.

Hmmmm.

Ah, these served us well, didn't they, Fungus?

FUNGUS BAAS

Shame we have to get rid of them.

FUNGUS BAAS

FUNGUS BAAS

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