Sandbusted (transcript)

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Hiccup: Eh. Just like I remember.

Snotlout: Hey, whatcha got there?

Hiccup: Nothing.

Snotlout: Uh, if it's nothing, them give me it. Hookfang and I are making a ceremonial bust of yours truly and we need all the junk metal we can melt down.

Hiccup: What? This isn't junk. It's my betrothal gift to Astrid. It means we'll be together forever.

Snotlout: Forever? Well not if you give her that rusty... Hey, you know what would be a great idea? A decorative battering ram. Oh! How about a shiny new ball and chain? Wait! A bludgeon with her initials! OW!

Fishlegs: Ah, Astrid.

Astrid: Fishlegs, unless this has to do with Hiccup's betrothal gift, the one I haven't gotten him yet, the one I have no clue where to start.

Fishlegs: The ceremonial betrothal gift must be exchanged six moon cycles from the first announcement of a Couple's... Well...

Astrid: Betrothal?

Fishlegs: Yes! Ah, look at me. I'm a wreck. You'd think I was the one 48 hours away from complete disaster, but it's you.

Astrid: Ew! What is wrong with you?

Fishlegs: Astrid, wait. I can help. Okay. Who knows Hiccup better than I do?

Astrid: Me.

Fishelgs: Good point. Then you know what an amazing gift-giver he is.

Astrid: Yes. That's the problem. Hiccup is not your ordinary Viking. He has a Night Fury. He can fly with a suit made of yak hides. He has a sword that ignites on command. And he's going to be the next Chief of Berk.

Fishlegs: Wow. Well, when you put it like that, you really are completely---

Hiccup: Hey, guys, I just got a T-Mail from Trader Johann, and it didn't sound good.