[Scene opens up with villagers of Berk setting up for a festival.]
Hiccup v.o: Vikings have a strong sense of community. It's important for us to be a part of a family, and to celebrate that connection.
Gobber: Most importantly, a spectacular Bork week to you, great-great-grandpa Bork.
Gobber: Right up there with Stump Day.
Mildew: Ahh! The good old days. Brings tears to me eyes. We could use a man like Bork around here.
Gobber: Tradition's a fine thing, Mildew. But things have changed... for the better, if you ask me.
Mildew: I didn't.
Gobber: We've come a long way from the time when it was us or the dragons. You might be a little less crusty if you got used to that, Mildew.
Mildew: I'll pass, thanks. When are Bork's archives going on display? You've still got that dragon-gutting dagger of his, don't you?
Gobber: They'll all be in the great hall tomorrow. Don't you worry.
[scene changes to show Hiccup in the cove roaring like a dragon.]
Snotlout: That's why you brought us out here? To honk into the wind?
Fishlegs: Just wait, Snotlout.
Snotlout: Dragon calls. [scoffs] Whatever. [He smirks and pulls out a necklace. The twins stare intently at the light it casts on a rock.]
Hiccup: Uh, guys?
Snotlout: [chuckles] Idiots.
Snotlout: So stupid.
Snotlout: What? It's fun. [sighs] Fine.
Tuffnut: Ugh, gone again.
[Hiccup: returns to his dragon call]
Snotlout: And nothing. Can we go now?
[A dragon roars]
Astrid: You were saying?
Snotlout: Fine. I hate to admit it, but that was pretty cool.
Tuffnut: Not as cool as that disappearing shiny thing. You can never catch it.
Hiccup: Fishlegs, you wanna show us your dragon call?
Fishlegs: Thought you'd never ask. The call of the Gronckle is as unique as the dragon itself...raw, guttural, intense, yet with a subtle lilt.
Snotlout: J-j-just do it, already.
[Fishlegs growls. Meatlug hears and comes over.]
Hiccup: Well done, Fishlegs.
Fishlegs: Oh, I'm not done. Watch this. [growls deeper]
Tuffnut: I don't even wanna know what part of his body that came from... Or do I?
Fishlegs: Whoo, I gotta take a knee. [Several Gronkles fly overhead, Meatlug excitedly joins them.]
Tuffnut: Wow, nice herd.
Fishlegs: Be home for dinner! You're having granite! [to the others] That's her favorite.
Hiccup: Okay, anybody think they can beat that?
Astrid: I'll give it a shot. Watch this. [howls like dragon]
[Nadders, including Stormfly, fly over.]
Hiccup: Good job, Astrid, first try.
Tuffnut: Uh, I have an important question.
Hiccup: [sighs] Is it actually important this time?
Tuffnut: Uh, yeah. It always is. Like, why are we even doing this anyway? I don't get it.
Hiccup: Well, first of all, you never know when you're gonna be separated from your dragon. And the only way to communicate is to call it.
Tuffnut: Sorry. Didn't get it.
Hiccup: Second of all, it's Bork week, and my dad asked us to put on a dragon air parade.
Ruffnut: Why do we care about this Bork guy anyway? Wasn't he a dragon killer?
Fishlegs: Hey, Bork only killed dragons in self-defense. He studied them, wrote about them, lived and breathed them.
Hiccup: And without him, there would be no Book of Dragons.
Fishlegs: And without the Book of dragons, there'd be no...
Snotlout: Reason for you to live? [The twins laugh]
Hiccup: Dragon academy, actually. And there would be no really cool dragon air show.
Snotlout: So, when we do this really cool dragon air show. [guestures to Toothless] Who's he gonna fly with?
Hiccup: I'm working on that.
[Scene cuts to Gobber searching through his attic]
Gobber: ♪ Bork, oh, Bork, we sing your song ♪ ♪ The man who studied dragons long ♪ ♪ Without your work there'd be no Berk ♪ ♪ Woe's the day you went berserk ♪ [laughs] Ah ha ha! Gotcha. [He picks up a chest and blows the dust off it. Then slides down the ladder and comes face to face with Mildew.] Aah! Mildew! You don't sneak up on a man with a hook for an arm.
Mildew: Yeah, but I've got an emergency. My wagon wheel just snapped coming into town. My cabbage is all over the road!
Gobber: Can't it wait, Mildew? I've got to get these archives over to the great hall.
Mildew: But my cabbage, Gobber! [groans] What ever happened to customer service?
Gobber: [sighs] All right. [sets the chest down on a table, and places a dagger ontop of it.]
Mildew: Hmm... [reaches for the chest.] wha...
Gobber: You touch that dagger and I'll show you how well it works.
Mildew: [scoffs] Hmm. [glances at the chest again.]
[Scene changes to show Gronkles flying through the air, with Hiccup and Toothless watching from a cliff.]
Hiccup: [sighs] I wish there were other Night Furies for you, bud. [Stormfly lands beside them, and Astrid jumps off.]
Astrid: There you are. Hey, check out my Nadders! I finally got them flying in perfect formation.
Hiccup: Wow, yeah, that's... that's great.
Hiccup: I've just been thinking, Stormfly has other Nadders. Hookfang has a whole herd of Monstrous Nightmares. And Toothless has... Toothless has no one.
Astrid: He has you. And he looks pretty happy, if you ask me.
Hiccup: You know what I mean.
Astrid: Hiccup, Toothless will be fine. Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. Your father and Gobber are looking for you. They wanna see you in the great hall. They looked serious.
Hiccup: Yeah, great. Happy Bork week to me.
[Scene cuts to Hiccup in the Great Hall.]
Hiccup: Okay, this is weird.
Stoick: Hiccup, come forward, and hold out your hands. [Hiccup hesitates.]
Hiccup: Uh, dad, Gobber, other scary looking Vikings, I'd just like to say, in my own defense, that I cannot control Snotlout or the twins 24 hours a day.
Gobber: This isn't about those jokers, Hiccup. [whispers] It's something really good.
Stoick: Now then, Hiccup, as you know, Bork week has begun... the first one since we made peace with the dragons. So, it has been decided that from this moment forward, all things dragon-related, including Bork's life's work, shall be entrusted to you and the academy.
[Gobber sets down the chest and opens it.]
Gobber: This is where the Book of dragons started. Everything he ever wrote on the subject is in these notes... Personal thoughts, feelings, fears, even some delicious recipes.
Hiccup: Whoa. I... I don't know what to say. Thank you, dad. This is...
Stoick: Son, this is a big part of our history. You and the dragons are a big part of our future. It's now up to you to take care of both. [Gobber holds out the chest and Hiccup tries to take it, but Gobber doesn't let go.]
Stoick: Gobber... Gobber!
Gobber: Right. They're yours now.
[Scene changes to Hiccup reading the the notes in his room, at night.]
Hiccup: Whoa. Toothless, look at all this, bud. It's amazing. [Toothless yawns.] These are his personal notes. Everything he observed about dragons is right here... Along with some rather interesting sketches of his neighbors. [shudders] Can't unsee that. [tosses the book aside][He notices a corner of a page sticking up and he checks it out.] This is all on the Night Fury. It's all about you, bud. Bork didn't put any of this in the Book of dragons. "My studies lead my to conclude that an entire island exists teaming with mysterious Night Furies. I call this land the Isle of Night." An island... filled with Night Furies. Toothless, we have to find that island. If we do, we find your family.
[Scene changes to show the dragon riders flying.]
Snotlout: So let me get this straight. To find this island, we have to find Bork's cave?
Fishlegs: His last known place of residence.
Astrid: Who would live in a cave?
Tuffnut: Who wouldn't?
Hiccup: There must be something in there about the Isle of Night and where we can find it.
Fishlegs: Bork's note said his cave was cut into the mountains right above Odin's shield.
Hiccup: Right there! That must be it.
Tuffnut: Um, so wait, so how do we know what we're looking for?
Astrid: It's a cave. Look for a big hole in the side of a mountain.
Tuffnut: Hole, check.
Ruffnut: Mountain, on it.
Astrid: You know, we don't have to bring them every time.
[Snotlout imitates a dragon roar and everyone winces.]
Fishlegs: What in the world was that?
Snotlout: That is a Changewing call, my friend. Surprised you didn't know that.
Fishlegs: I would've if it sounded like one. This is a Changewing. [Fishlegs uses the correct call.]
Snotlout: [scoffs] Bet you can't do a Thunderdrum.
Fishlegs: Please. At least challenge me. [clears throat] [lets out a bellowing growl]
Fishlegs, quit it.
Stop it! Stop!
Ow, you sound terrible!
Okay, okay. Enough, Fishlegs. That's good.
Hey, I found an opening.
That Bork was a dweeb, but boy, he could climb like a mountain goat.
Fishlegs, I thought we agreed to ease up on the dragon calls.
Actually, that wasn't me. Mine's far more authentic.
You wanna tell that to him?
Head for the cave!
Wait. What cave?
We just saw it!
There was a hole.
Yeah, and now the hole's gone.
Snotlout, Ruff, and Tuff, you guys look for the cave opening.
We'll lure the Thunderdrum away.
Fishlegs, Thunderdrum call!
Wish you'd make up your mind.
It was right here. I swear it was.
Aah! Oh, no! Unh!
Hey, hey! Put me down! Hookfang!
Way to go, Hookfang! Aah!
Go away, Hookfang!
Okay. Little help here.
Astrid: Go see what you can find. We'll keep this guy busy.
Hiccup: What about Snotlout?
Snotlout: Ooh! Not feeling the trust!
Hiccup: Ruff! Tuff!
Both: On it.
Snotlout: You're giving me the twins? Aah! Unh! Okay! I'll take the twins! Unh!
Hiccup: Careful, bud. Bork's cave, this is it. We have to hurry, bud.
[Astrid imitating dragon call]
Fishlegs: Thank you! If I survive, I can help you fine tune that call.
Ruffnut: Oh, here's an idea. We could blast him out.
Tuffnut: Yeah! Let's blast him!
Snotlout: What? No! No blasting! Blasting bad! Blasting hurt!
Long way down...
Much better, thank you.
There's gotta be something here.
Thanks, bud. What is that?
Toothless, it's a map... to the Isle of Night!
We found it, bud! Okay.
I gotta get this down. [muttering]
What was that?
No, no, no, no, no, come on! I need more time.
That's it. We have to get out of here.
Aah! I'm in a tough spot here myself.
I know you think our plan didn't work, but believe me, this Changewing is playing right into our hand.
Sorry. [grunts] I don't believe you. Unh!
Aah! Stupid drag... aah!
Well, this is just great. We're trapped.
And you can't use your shots without bringing the whole ceiling down.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! What was that?
Okay, where are you going? How are you seeing?
Yes! We got it! Thanks, bud.
Somebody call for backup?
Hiccup, you made it!
Please don't ask me how, because I have no idea.
We got this. Go help Snotlout.
Aw, you made a new friend.
Yeah, it's not as friendly as it looks.
Now that's how you rescue somebody.
Hey, everything went exactly as we planned.
Yeah. Keep the Changewing busy until Hiccup shows up. [chuckles]
I still can't believe you guys survived that cave-in.
Neither can I. I mean, it was all Toothless.
He... he sent out this weird sound, it bounced back toward us, and somehow he used it to find his way out.
I don't get it. How do you use sound to guide you?
I do it all the time.
Whenever I hear your voice, I go the other way.
So did you find anything?
Only a map...
To the Isle of Night.
Nice! When do we we leave?
Hiccup: First thing in the morning. By this time tomorrow, bud, you are going to be knee-deep in Night Furies. It says there's a reason that there's only Night Furies on that island.
Hiccup: Turns out you guys aren't so friendly to other dragons. "Herds of Night Furies can be extremely hostile to other species." If the other kids come with me on their dragons... Well, looks like it's just you and me, bud. Well, this is it, Toothless. You're finally gonna see you're not alone. Next stop, the Island of night.
It is morning, right?
Astrid: He wouldn't... would he? I'm sorry to bother you, sir.
Stoick: Oh, it's not a problem, Astrid. Just doing my morning woodwork. It's quite relaxing.
Astrid: Um, sir, have you seen Hiccup?
Stoick: Well, I woke up and he was already gone. Should I tell him you're looking for him?
Astrid: How about I just leave him a note in his room?
Stoick: Ah, well, be my guest.
Astrid: Hiccup must've copied the map from his notebook... Fortunately.
Hiccup: Relax, bud. Trust me. If this map is right, you're gonna like what we find here. [exhales] Are you ready?
Hiccup: Okay. Here goes.
[imitates dragon howl]
Hiccup: I can't believe it. Did you hear that?
Bork was right. [grunts]
Go get 'em, Toothless.
It's okay. Go, go. I'm right behind you.
Something's not right.
Toothless, come back!
Amazingly realistic, wouldn't you say, Hiccup?
Let go of him!
What do you want?
I want me own dragon trainer.
And by the looks of it, I've got him.
I am not going to train your dragons, Alvin.
[chuckles] Oh, I think you will.
And once you have, I'll use 'em to destroy Berk.
Aah! I don't understand.
How did you do this?
Gobber: Mildew, open up! I've got your wheel, and she's good as new. Home delivery! You don't get better customer service than this. Oh, come on, you cranky old... I know you're in there.
Gobber: What in the name of Odin's skivvies?
Stoick: Has anyone seen Hiccup? Where are you lot off to?
Astrid: Uh, just a training exercise.
Stoick: Ah-ha. Fishlegs?
Fishlegs: Aah! Aah!
Fishlegs: We're going to the Isle of Night to look for Hiccup. It's an island full of Night Furies, could be dangerous, maybe not. Wanna come?
Gobber: There you are, Stoick. Strangest thing at Mildew's place. It's completely cleared out, no sign of him anywhere.
Hiccup: Mildew, what are you doing here?
Mildew: Ah, look at ya. The brightest boy on the island, and yet, here you are, trapped by a silly old man and his sheep.
Hiccup: How could you do this?
Mildew: You did it, Hiccup. You believed our Bork notes. You followed the map we drew. You walked right into our trap, all for the love of a dragon. Mm, maybe you'll think twice next time about where you place your loyalties.
Alvin: There won't be a next time. Raise the sails! We're headed home... to Outcast island.
To be continued...
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