[growls]
[fizzles, zaps]
[snarls]
[thunder rumbles]
[epic theme playing]
[zaps, snarls]
BUZZSAW: Rise! Rise from the depths
and behold your dragon king!
Who needs to know how to read this old book
when a picture is worth a dozen words?
With you and the other enormous deadly dragons in this book,
I'll be unstoppable.
Ah!
Oh, oh, I see how it's gonna be.
You'll do well to remember who runs these realms.
Buzzsaw, that's who.
-There they are. -Is that a... Krakken?
TOM: I think it's an Octofin.
Buzzsaw must've seen it in the book and tracked it down.
-I bet you feel pretty guilty for handing Buzzsaw
the "How To" manual for the entire dragon world, huh?
-It doesn't matter how he got the book,
-we're gonna get it back. -Thanks, Jun.
-Bleh. -Come on, pal.
Let's save that dragon and take this guy down.
-Perfect!
When we get back to camp,
celebratory oo-longs all around.
-Boss! Look out! -[Buzzsaw gasps]
-TOM: Stop right there, Buzzsaw! -EUGENE: And goons!
-Let the dragon go and give me back the book.
-Okay, sure, that sounds like a great idea. Not!
-Thunder, show 'em we mean business!
-[roars] -Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Ford! Winston! Blast these middle schoolers out of the sky!
-Just a sec. Having a little trouble.
-Can't do two things at once.
-Looks like your stooges have their hands full, huh?
-Mm. Boys!
Drop the dragon!
-What?
-We need a distraction, you dolts!
-Do it! -TOM: Wait!
He's still tied up!
No!
Quick! Catch him!
-[roars] -[Tom yells]
[Jun grunts]
[tense music playing]
-Go fish, fools!
-Ugh, Buzzsaw's gettin' away with the book! C'mon, pal!
-Tom! -Hold on!
-[roars] -No!
-Oh no.
Ugh! We almost had it!
Now the dragon is still tied up and sinking to the bottom.
-Way to keep your head in the game, Kullersen.
-Buzzsaw's still got the book!
-Focus on the mission. The book can wait.
-But he found this dragon by using the book.
He could use it to track down even more dragons.
-And it's all our fault. -Ya mean, your fault.
You handed him the book.
-Eugene! -What?
-It's okay, Jun. Eugene's right. It is my fault.
And I'm gonna get the book back,
but first, we have to help the Octofin.
And we don't know how long he can survive all tied up.
We gotta figure out a way to get down there.
-An underwater mission?
-We're the only chance the Octofin has.
-I'm in, Kullersen.
-Well, too bad there's no way to get down there.
-What about our dragons?
-But they can't dive for a sustained period of time.
-We could just steal the Bathysphere.
-Yes... That's it!
-I was kidding. -Seriously! It's perfect!
-Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. No. Nuh-uh. Bad idea.
-It could work, D.
-The Bathysphere is proprietary Rakke Corp machinery!
Even if we stole it, who's gonna be the pilot?
-Sounds like you know an awful lot about it.
-Aww, man.
-Easy, Webs. You got it.
-C'mon. We have to hurry.
* *
-Ah! Careful!
This is an expensive piece of machinery,
and my dad's favorite toy!
Maybe we should reconsider.
-Ugh, seriously? Put it down.
[roars]
-We could just ask my dad to borrow it.
He might say yes, and it would be way less risky.
Want me to call him?
-Sure, but then you'll have to explain
why we still haven't mentioned
the hatchet-wielding lunatic that lives in the Realms.
-Yeah.
Our folks might think twice
about letting us go down there.
-[sighs] I guess you're right.
[groans]
-Then again, we could just tell the truth
and roll the dice.
-Yeah! -No!
-C'mon, D. We're just borrowing it for a little while.
-These days you always side with Tom.
-I agree with him.
-Ugh. Make up your minds. Set it down.
[roars]
-Didn't expect to see any of you.
-[gasps] Mom! Hi! -Mommy!
-What are you all doing here?
Playing your fantasy Swords and Claws game?
-Right. Swords and Claws. [chuckles] You got it.
-[softly] Go ahead. Tell her about
the hatchet-wielding psycho.
MAY: Hm.
Not the most productive way
to spend an afternoon.
If you're all going to pretend,
you might as well pretend
to be students and learn something.
-I still think it's time to tell the adults,
but I don't wanna risk them stopping us
from helping the Octofin.
-We're losing time. C'mon, lift her up.
[roars]
* *
That's good, pal! I got it from here.
-She's all ready to go! -All right!
After I'm inside, lower us down.
Once we reach the Octofin, we'll send up a signal flare,
-then you guys pull us up. -Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-[blows raspberry] -We know what to do.
-Alex, you sure you don't wanna come? We have an extra seat.
-That's okay. I'm not a fan of being stuck in a tin can
a mile under pitch-black water.
I'll stick with the safe job this time.
-Safe? What are you talkin' about, Gonzo?
This job is anything but safe.
Buzzsaw could return at any moment,
then we'll be the first, last, and only line of defense.
And don't worry, Eugene The Protector will protect you.
-Why didn't I just get in the tin can?
BUZZSAW: The time has come, Jack.
I have finally lost what little patience I have.
First, the lightning bird burns down my lumber company.
Then those puny dragon flyers humiliate me.
How much is one King supposed to take?
-Ah, you can handle anything, boss!
-Stop eavesdropping or I'll push you off a cliff!
[Buzzsaw grunts]
Those two hard hats don't understand me.
Nobody understands me... except you, Jack.
And together, we're going to do something big.
The time has finally come to change the game.
And those pint-sized dragon-flying dopes
won't see it coming.
TOM: Whoa! This is more amazing than I even thought.
-[gasps] A fish! Ooh! Another fish!
-Can you two keep it down? I am trying to concentrate.
If anything happens to this Bathysphere,
my dad is gonna kill me.
-Any sign of the Octofin?
-[radar beeping] -Nothing yet.
-Whoa! A Floodfang! -[roars]
-Nice. Do the lights get any brighter?
-Don't touch that!
Doesn't work the lights.
It arms the rockets!
-Oh, sorry...
Why does the Bathysphere need rockets?
-Because my dad wanted all the bells, whistles, and rockets!
Just don't touch anything, okay?
I want this thing brought back in pristine condition.
Not a scratch.
-Okay, Mr. Frowny Fins.
-[laughs] Fish joke because we're underwater.
-[both laughing] -[radar beeping]
-The Bathysphere's radar
is picking up a shape on the sea floor.
Whatever it is, it's big.
-That's probably our dragon.
-Hold on, buddy... We're coming.
[Octofin breathing heavily]
TOM: There it is!
-Now, all we have to do is hook the ropes and bring him up.
[Bathysphere whirring]
-Careful! Oh, you don't wanna clip the Octofin.
-Or bend the arm. -Or break the claw.
-Are you trying to give me high blood pressure? [sighs]
This is just like those claw prize machines in an arcade
of which I am a master.
-Got him! -TOM: Nice, D!
JUN: Sending up the flare.
-See? If we would've told everyone about Buzzsaw,
this dragon might not have been saved.
-Jun and Tom call it again!
-Yeah, yeah, yeah. Even Eugene's right once in a while.
But we still have to make it back to the surface
and unwind those ropes.
-Oh c'mon, D. We're home free.
* *
-Is sleeping on the shore
your way of standing guard for Buzzsaw?
-Mm, for your information, Gonzo,
Webs and I are brainstorming a defense strategy.
-[roars] -I'm thinkin' about
what kind of sweet weapon I should get.
-You have a dragon that shoots flaming webs.
You don't need a weapon.
-Yeah, but Kullersen has his lightning sword.
Jun has the shield. Doctor D's got his band-aid box.
You have your nerd tablet. I need something cool, too.
Something that'll strike fear in my enemies.
Maybe a double lightning sword. Huh? What do you think?
-I think I've already moved on from this conversation.
[beeping]
[roaring]
Aaand that's our cue.
[machine whirring]
-Huh, that thing's goin' kinda slow.
-The Bathysphere is heavy, Eugene.
Speed isn't the point. Eugene. No, I don't, I don't think--
[zaps]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
What did you do?
[loud thud]
-Um, what's that sound?
-I don't know. It's comin' from above I think.
* *
-[all exhaling] -Okay. [chuckles] False alarm.
-I feel better. -Whoa!
-Now thatwas something.
[gasps]
-And it's not a false alarm.
[roars]
-What is that?
-If memory serves, that's a Shellfire.
Don't worry. Don't worry. They're not hostile.
-[Jun sighs] -Unless, of course, you wander
into their territory.
-[Jun gasps] -Are we inits territory?
[zaps]
-What are Eugene and Alex doing?!
-[gasps] -[all screaming]
-I would say we're in its territory.
-We need to get out of here before it comes back!
-[whispers] Shh! You want it to hear us?
[creaking]
-What's wrong with this thing? -You broke it! Help the dragons!
[grunting]
-Don't worry, guys! Eugene's biceps are here to help!
[all grunting]
* *
[grunts, yells]
-This is not good! -[all screaming]
[coughs, gasps]
-Agh! I'm a human pancake. Get off me!
[grunts]
[Eugene breathing heavily]
-[Alex gasps] -What happened?
-They're... gone.
* *
[loud thud]
* *
[roars]
[zaps]
[grumbles]
[bubbling]
[all grunting, groaning]
-Everybody okay? -I-I think so?
-I'm all right. [grunts]
Can't say the same for the Bathysphere.
My dad is gonna kill me if I survive this.
-I can't see a thing outside.
The Octofin released some kind of cloud.
-Great. Now we can't even see the Shellfire coming.
-That might work in our favor.
Cephalopods, like octopuses,
are known to use ink as camouflage.
That might protect us from being spotted... for now.
But we gotta find a way to the surface.
-Can we swim for it?
-We're too deep. We'll never make it.
-And what about the Octofin?
-Told you guys we should just be honest
and ask my dad for help,
but you wouldn't listen.
Always backing each other up.
-What's that supposed to mean?
[D'Angelo sighs]
* *
-Yeah. Being honest about needing
the Bathysphere is starting to sound
much easier right about now.
-I'm sorry, D. It's nobody's fault but mine.
This all goes back to me giving the dragon book to Buzzsaw.
-C'mon, man. Don't make me feel guilty for being right.
I know you were just trying to help the Octofin.
I'm sure he knows it, too.
[solemn music playing]
-[grumbles] -TOM: Wait a minute.
-I think he does know. -That's what I just said.
-No, no, no. Why do you think he let out that ink blast?
-Like D said, to protect itself.
-But the Shellfire wasn't attacking the Octofin.
It was attacking us.
-Maybe? But how can you be sure?
-It's just somethin' I felt when he looked at me.
If I can free the Octofin,
it might help us get to the surface.
-Wait, wait, wait. You want to go outside?
As in swim? Y-You'll flood the Bathysphere.
-Actually, he might not.
We're upside down, so opening the hatch
will allow him to swim out without the water getting in.
Like a diving bell.
-Okay, but the Octofin could also eat you.
Or the Shellfire could come back and eat you.
Or you could just drown.
-We're the only chance the Octofin has,
and he's the only chance we have.
-I hope you know what you're doing, Kullersen.
[tense music playing]
* *
-Any luck down there? -[dragon screeches]
I know. I'm worried, too.
All we can do is keep the search up.
-I can't see anything but my own reflection.
Normally, that would be sweet,
but now, well, it's still pretty sweet.
-Can you stop taking mental selfies
for a minute and keep looking?!
* *
-C'mon, Tom. Hurry up, buddy.
* *
-[both gasping] -The Shellfire!
Hey! Hey! Over here!
-What are you doing?!
-We have to draw it away from him!
* *
[struggling to breathe]
[growls]
* *
[roars]
Tom!
* *
BOTH: Tom!
-I always wanted to press that button.
-What was that?
-Something must've happened to the Bathysphere!
-You guys have to get down there! Hurry!
* *
-Tom!
-Where are you going?! -Tom's out of air!
-I've gotta bring him back! -No. Wait! Look!
[ethereal music playing]
-It's saving him.
[grunting]
-Tom! -[Tom coughing]
-You did it!
-[exhales] I am so glad
your dad got all the bells, whistles, and rockets!
[laughter]
[intense music playing]
[roars]
[all screaming]
[yelling, grunting]
-Huh? What--
-We stopped! -How?
-[roars] -Thunder!
* *
[roars]
-The Octofin's gonna need backup.
-We're all out of rockets.
-C'mon, pal.
[roars]
* *
[zaps]
[roars]
[zapping]
* *
-The Shellfire is buggin' out!
-All right! -We did it!
-Let's get outta here!
[roars]
* *
[hatch squeaking]
[grunting]
-[roars] -[Tom grunts]
* *
[roaring]
[laughing]
-Thanks for your help, Octofin.
-Oh... we were so worried.
[chuckles]
-So much for bringing the Bathysphere back
without a scratch.
-D... I'm sorry.
I know you're worried about what your dad's gonna say,
but I'll take the heat for it.
You can blame it on me.
-I don't need you to do that.
But it's time we came clean about Buzzsaw.
We can't keep telling our parents half the truth.
-You're right.
When we get back, we'll let them know.
It won't be the easy thing to do, but it is the right thing.
-Okay! So far, the results for my
"Eugene's cool weapons survey" are
two votes for a rocket launcher backpack.
That was me and Webs.
-We all agreed. No weapons for you.
-A-All of you? Gonzo?
-Eh, I abstained. -Yes!
-Eugene, can we please focus on how
-we're gonna tell our parents about-- -Ugh.
-[sniffs, roars] -What is it, girl?
-She smells somethin'.
-Anybody else notice that glow over the trees?
-What?
-[people screaming] -MAN: Take cover!
-TOM: Oh no! -What happened?
-[Buzzsaw laughs] -[D'Angelo gasps]
-Greetings, citizens of Rakke Town!
Looking out at your shocked faces,
I see my presence comes as a surprise.
-[gasps] -Guess your kids don't tell you everything.
You have now tasted your first morsel of revenge
from Buzzsaw, the King of Dragons!
Let this serve as a warning:
You are no longer welcome in my domain!
The dragon world, and all the dragons in it,
belong to me and me alone!
Trespassers will be shown no mercy!
[laughing]
-You knew about this lunatic? And you didn't tell us?
* *
[epic theme playing]