[growls]
[fizzles, zaps]
[snarls]
[thunder rumbles]
[epic theme playing]
[zaps, snarls]
* *
-[Webmaster chewing, grumbles] -[Jun groans]
-Come on, Eugene. Is he done yet?
-Yeah. Feathers is starving.
-Ah, be patient!
Webmaster likes to take his time chewing.
[snarls]
Don't you, buddy?
D'Angelo says he has a very sensitive esoja...
-stomasasis. -D'ANGELO: Esophagus.
-That's what I said. [pops tongue] So back off,
and give the dragon his time.
[quiet squawking]
-What's with the bag?
-Fellow riders, I come bearing snacks.
My grandparents sent me a care package.
[both gasp]
-Now Eugene can wait his turn.
-[laughs] Too slow!
First dibs right here.
[growling]
[snarling]
-Huh? -[roars]
What? Hey!
-[laughter] -[growls]
-Thanks, Dee.
-Just sharing the love.
What else do we have here... [gasps]
And that's it. There's nothing else in the bag. Nothing.
-What do you have over there?
-[mouth full] Nothing. -I smell chocolate and...
[sniffing] coconut?
[gulp]
That's right. My nose is world class,
and this guy's holding out on us.
-Ah! -[D'Angelo yelps]
-What are you hiding? -And why are you hiding it?
-Come on, come on! Spill it!
[yelps]
[sighs]
-My grandma sent some of her famous haystacks, okay?
They're the most delicious creation on the planet!
Creamy chocolate draped over crunchy coconut flakes
for the perfect single bite.
Mm...
[gasps] They're unsharable.
[disappointed sighs]
Come on, guys!
They're my favorite thing in the world!
[grumbling]
Besides you, girl.
-D'Angelo, you know how chalky the chocolate is
in the general store.
-If you got the good stuff, you got to give it up!
-Guys, if D'Angelo doesn't want to share,
he doesn't haveto share.
-Thank you, Jun.
-[sighs] I really thought that reverse psychology thing
would work.
-Well, then it's back to plan B.
-Brute force! -TOM: Guys!
-[Thunder purrs] -Hey, pal.
I think I might have found the key
to finally understanding my connection to Thunder
and the Dragon Realms.
-Ooh, conspiracy theories.
Hit me.
-I was thinking, why would my family
have the Viking helmet that unlocked a box with this book
unless the author was part of my family?
But until I know his name, I can't know for sure.
I mean, I kind of know what he looked like
from drawings in the book
and on the wall of that cave in the Realm of Kings.
And I know the word "hiccup" is used to describe him,
but that's probably because he had Viking indigestion.
But if I knew his realname,
then I could at least try to find out who he was.
-So, you didn'tfind his name?
-Yeah 'cause if not, I was in the middle
of shaking D'Angelo down for his haystacks.
-Well... No, no.
But look! This passage mentions his resting place.
Where there's a resting place, there's got to be a gravestone.
And gravestones have names on them!
-So, you wanna look for a dead body?
-I'm in. -No, no, not the guy.
The gravestone.
-Mm. That's fine too, I guess.
-Any idea where to start looking?
-It's in the Nature Realm. Come on, pal.
Today's the day we solve the mystery.
[dramatic sting]
-Come on, D! Let's mount up!
[squawk]
[grunt, annoyed sigh]
-Seriously!? You dragged Webmaster into this?
[squawk]
-[sighs] You've won this round, D,
but it's not over yet.
Oh no. Not by a long shot.
-Look at this place.
The colors are unreal.
-So, what's a Viking grave look like?
An obelisk? Or like a henge, maybe?
-I was just thinking we'd find a rock with these designs around it
and hopefully a name carved into it.
-If we're going on an epic quest,
I'm gonna need my strength.
[grunts] No!
[squawk]
-Hey! I see rocks.
There might be Vikings buried under them.
TOM: Good eyes, Alex!
Let's see what we can find.
[roars]
* *
-[sighs] -[squawk]
-Whoa. Over here!
-Eh? -[sighs] There's nothing on it.
-Well, what do you call that? -Moss?
-Are you kidding? It's Abraham Lincoln!
-Eugene, this is serious.
Don't you get what it's like
to know you're connected to something
and be so close to figuring it out?
It's not a joke to me.
-What? It seriously looks like Abraham Lincoln!
Or maybe it's that Colonel chicken guy.
-[sighs] Huh? -[rustling]
I hear you, Eugene.
-What? You hear this, too? [blows raspberry]
[rustling]
-Anybody else hear that?
[suspenseful music]
[rustle]
-[gasps] Hey! -[chirping]
-My haystacks! -Something's in the trees.
[squawk]
[shriek]
-Aw. It's kinda cute.
What the heck is it?
-It's a dirty, rotten thief!
-Wait a second. It looks familiar.
Ah-- They're called Vine Tails!
-And they just stole my haystacks!
How does that book say we get 'em back?
-[squawk] -Ah! The book!
They took the book!
-Don't freak out, Tom. [squawk]
My tablet!
[squawking, snarling]
Get 'em! Ah!
[screaming continues]
-Alex, wait up! You ever seen her this mad?
-She'smad?
Well at least her tablet can be replaced.
-[roars] -[snarling]
That book is old and priceless.
It could fall apart at any second.
-They're gonna eat all my haystacks! Or worse.
What if they melt and go to waste?
-Come on, focus. We'll get everything back.
* *
[chirping]
[squawking]
-Ah! -Jun!
-I'm fine. Just get the book!
[growls]
[squawking]
-[roars] -Whoa! Thunder!
U-turn!
-I'll cut 'em off!
-Watch out! -[Tom gasps, Thunder growls]
-[sighs] That was too close.
[chirping, squawks]
[Feathers purrs]
-That's my girl.
You're not the only one that can sneak up on someone!
Feathers! Get that thing!
[snarls]
-Come on, girl!
-[shriek] -No!
* *
-Eugene saves the day!
And these babies are m--
-Gah! -[squawking]
[groaning, grunts]
-Yoink. Thanks for the assist.
-EUGENE: Thank me with chocolate! -[laughs, sighs]
* *
-No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
No, be careful with that!
-Ugh! If they crack my screen,
I swear...
[squawk]
[roaring, hissing]
-[squawk] -Ah! My baby!
[gasps, groans]
It's okay. Mama's here. [sighs]
-[gasps] Just... a little... bit more...
[chirping]
-[growls] -Woo-hoo!
It's a Plowhorn interception.
[chirps, squawks]
-Ha! This dragon thinks it can win a tug of war with Plowhorn?
-Yeah, right. You got another thing coming, little buddy.
[growling]
[other dragons growling]
* *
[growls]
-Uh, Tom? Plow's gonna need a hand!
-Seriously? Come on, pal. We can't let them get the book.
[Tom and D'Angelo struggle]
-These guys are strong.
-It's okay. Nothing can out-pull Plow.
-D? Are you sure?
[both growling]
[straining]
[snap, thud]
[snarling, chirping]
-[groaning] -[sighs] They got the book.
And the canopy's too thick to fly after them.
-Don't worry. We'll get it back.
Maybe we'll have better luck on the ground.
* *
-There they are.
[squawking]
-Look! They dropped it! Now's our chance.
-Thunder, you think you can fly at them?
-Don't.
Chasing them didn't work.
They'll just take the book and run again.
-Then we need a way to bring them to us.
[munching]
* *
-Oh, come on! Nuh-uh! No! No!
-It was the first thing they stole.
-We are not using my haystacks to bribe those things
-into giving us the book back!
-You don't think they'll like them?
-It's impossible not to like these!
-Prove it. Ah...
-D, please. The sooner we get the book back,
the sooner we can look for the resting place.
[annoyed groan]
-My grandma only sends me these once a year, but sure!
Let's give them to some random dragons we just met!
Probably won't even savor them.
[growls]
-Everyone. Take it easy. -[shriek]
D! You got this!
[sighs]
[grumbling]
-Keep going! -I'm trying. Plow stopped.
-[growling] -Is something wrong?
[struggling]
Hey, guys? These vines. Thunder's tangled in them.
-Wu and Wei are, too. -What kind of plants are these?
* *
-Ah! The dragon-eating kind!
-[screaming] -[plant hisses]
-Plow! Come on, girl!
-Get off of them!
-[screams] No, no, no, no, no! -[growling]
Quick! Feed them your coconut things!
-To plants? That is a crime!
-[growling] -Ah! We're on the menu next!
-D! You're close enough to that clearing to jump free of them!
-You wanna leave our dragons?
-We can't do any good for them here! We're sitting ducks!
-Jun's right. We can find a way to help them there.
But over here, we're just plant food.
Come on! [grunts]
* *
[roaring]
-Okay. These things musthave a weakness.
D'ANGELO: Tom...
[squawking, hissing]
JUN: This just got worse.
-We're caught in a death sandwich!
All this to find some dumb name on a gravestone?
Way to go, Kullersen!
At least there's time for one last meal, I mean...
[growling]
We're dead.
[snarling]
[all screaming]
-Huh? -Any second now!
-They gave the book back?
[squawking]
[chirping]
[shriek]
-They usedus.
-They took our stuff to lure us here.
-Some mammals in the wild understand basic bartering.
Manipulation! Trading goods for services.
-What a bunch of tricky jerks! Who manipulates people for food?
-We can't worry about that now.
Our dragons won't last much longer with those carnivorous plants.
[struggling, roaring]
Thunder, fire!
-[roars] -[plant whimpering]
-[whooshing] -[whimpering]
[screech]
-Plow! Hit 'em with the loog! -[plant growling]
[blast]
[growl]
[snarls]
[growl]
[plants hissing]
-It's not working!
* *
[roars]
-These plants seem to be dragon-proof!
-If blasts don't work, what will?
[both grunt]
-Brute force! Ugh! -[flower grunts]
-[shriek] -Help!
[panting]
* *
-Maybe we should fight vines with vines.
[growling]
Alright, everybody. On three!
One, two, three.
[all straining]
[groaning]
[grunting]
It's not strong enough.
-Nothing's strong enough to pull them free,
and we're running out of time.
[growls, roar]
[Vine Tails squawking]
[chirping]
-Alex, I need to borrow this. -Hey!
Not cool!
-Tom! -What are you doing!?
* *
-I have an idea. Trust me!
-[grunts] -D'ANGELO: Look out!
[electricity zaps]
-Thanks, pal. I'm gonna get you out of here. I promise.
* *
[squawking]
-[quietly] -Psst! Hey!
Listen. We need your help.
[squawk]
Ah! No, no, no, no, no, no! Look.
Here. For you. Trade.
[confused squawk]
You can have this stuff if you help us.
* *
-[tail whips] -Wait. Wait, no! No!
-You have to help us! -[squawking]
It's called bartering!
I give you this, and you help! Not cool!
[growling, roaring]
[snarling]
[snarls]
[snarling]
-[plant growling] -[Thunder roars]
[snarls]
[chattering]
* *
[growling]
-What are they doing? -They're gonna help us!
-Trust him, pal. It's okay.
[growling]
-You think this will work, D?
-They out-pulled Plowhorn before.
If this doesn't work, nothing will.
[roars]
[cheering]
-Yeah, Thunder!
-Think you can help us, pal?
[roars]
[squeaking]
[snarling, struggling]
[Tom strains]
[growling]
[Plowhorn grumbling]
[sad squawk]
[grunts] Don't worry! You're next.
[squawks]
[music crescendo]
[laughter]
-Yes! [laughs] -You had me worried there, girl.
[grumbling purr]
-[sighs] -[purrs]
-So glad you're back.
Of course, it would be nice to have my tablet, too.
-Yeah, about that. These dragons like to trade,
and they still need help getting back and forth to that tree.
-I'm not staying here forever
playing Dragon Dash Delivery Boy for these things.
[squawk]
-I don't think we need to.
* *
Smallest to largest.
That big one is all you, Plowhorn.
-She's on it. Giddy up, girl.
[plant squeals]
[squeak]
-It works!
Look at them go!
-No need to trick any unsuspecting dragons now, right?
-[excited squawking] -[laughing]
[chattering]
The book!
[squawking]
-They dropped my tablet!
It's past warranty! [groans]
-Not a scratch. Phew. [beep]
[beeping]
-You are so lucky this still turns on.
-[angry hiss] -[squawk]
-Now, I think if we head back
to the bouldered area, we can still--
-Whoa, whoa, whoa!
You're not seriously gonna keep looking
for that resting place after all we've been through today?
-Well, I mean, that iswhy we're down here.
-Uh, that's gonna be a hard no from me
because Eugene the machine needs his rest.
I know you don't understand,
but being this awesome really takes it outta you.
-Eugene...
I think...
the drawing isn't a gravestone or a carved rock.
It's the base of a tree. This tree!
* *
The book wasn't talking about a final resting place.
It was a place he came to relax.
-Those aren't Viking carvings. They're roots.
-Huh? Oh, yeah. [laughs] Of course.
And, uh, I discovered it, so you're welcome.
[pops tongue] Pop a squat, Kullersen.
[grunts]
[sighs]
[squawking]
-It wasn't wrong.
Thisis a pretty nice resting place.
[gasps]
-Hey, Tom. There's something carved into the tree.
-What? [gasps]
-What's it say? -D'ANGELO: Yeah!
-Don't keep us hangin'! Does it say Kullersen?
- Oris it a Viking death curse?
"All who sit in this tree chair are doomed."
-It says...
Haddock.
-Haddock. Like the fish?
-Ha! All this was a wild fish chase?
That stinks, man.
-Look, it's just another dead end.
It doesn't mean there aren't more answers out there.
-Sorry, Tom.
* *
-Even though you didn't find any answers about yourfamily,
maybe I can share a little bit of mine.
-[bag crinkles] -[soft laugh]
-Oh, wow!
-I'll share with all of you because you're my best...
-buds. -Even me?
-Just eat the chocolate.
-Mm. You weren't kidding.
These are amazing.
-[mouth full] Your grandmother is... Mm, wow.
-Aren't you gonna have any? -[stomach rumbles]
-I may have eaten too many.
[laughter]
* *
-Hey, boyo.
-Everything okay? -Eh...
-That good, huh?
-I've been trying to figure something out.
I thought whoever wrote this book
might be connected to me in some way.
-Tom...
* *
Where did you find this?
-Uh-- Uh, it-it's a long story. [nervous laugh]
I'm trying to figure out who wrote it.
But all I found is the word "haddock."
-Haddock? -Yeah, but I'm pretty sure
-a fish didn't write the book. -Tom...
-What is it, Mom?
-Haddock isn't just a fish.
It's also a name.
My great-grandfather was a Haddock.
-Really?
That means we're Haddocks, too.
And the author of the book was named Hiccup Haddock.
And we had the helmet. And I found the box.
-And then this book-- -Whoa, whoa, slow down,
Tom. What are you saying?
-This Hiccup guy
seems to be the greatest dragon rider ever.
And I'm related to him.
We both are. [sighs]
What am I supposed to do with that?
-I guess that's up to you, boyo.
-[laughs] -Tell me more, Mom.
I wanna know everything
there is to know about our family.
Starting with my Great-Great-Granddaddy.
-Well, he was a very big man
with a very big beard,
and he loved onion rings.
[music crescendos]
* *