Dragons: Riders of Berk (2012–2014): Season 2, Episode 11 - A View to a Skrill Part 2 - full transcript
Tuffnut goes undercover to help the defenders rescue a Skrill.
2x11 - A View to a Skrill, part 2
Let's go, bud.
- Yeah.
- Wow.
- Cool.
- Wow.
- Wow, nice.
- He's pretty good.
Ruff! Tuff!
I know, bud.
It's getting late.
But we gotta keep looking.
- Hiccup, any sign of him yet?
- None.
The other riders
have come in for the night.
They're resting their dragons.
I don't blame them.
I mean, look at Meatlug.
She's sleep-flying.
I got some provisions.
I'm going back out.
Wait, what are you
gonna do, fly all night?
- If I have to, yes.
- Are you sure that's a good idea?
Well, I can't rest knowing the twins
are lost out there somewhere.
You're right.
I... we'll go with you.
No, looks like you guys
need some rest. I'll be fine.
You know, maybe we've been looking
at this whole thing the wrong way.
Maybe the twins went after the Skrill.
The Skrill is attracted to lightning.
Maybe if we find the Skrill,
we find Ruff and Tuff.
And it can't hurt, right?
We've tried everything else.
Come on, bud.
Whoa! Watch your tail, bud!
Ah! Ow!
And I'll watch my leg.
Hang in there, Toothless!
Okay!
Gronckle iron and lightning.
Not a terrific combo.
Come on, bud. Get us outta here.
Outcast island.
I know, bud.
But we got no choice.
We have to set down
and wait out the storm.
That's a lot of Outcasts.
What are you up to, Alvin?
All I know is he's planning
something big with that Skrill.
Alvin has the Skrill? Wait...
Ruff? You're... you're alive!
I-I don't believe it! Where...
- Where's Tuff?
- He didn't make it, Hiccup.
What?!
Kidding!
He's right behind you.
What's up, Hiccup?
Cool disguise, huh?
- It's kinda itchy.
- Uh, yeah. Not bad.
Yeah, yeah, Tuff
hollowed out that tree
so he couldn't be seen.
Problem is he can't move.
And I have bark beetles in my pants.
I'm starting to like them.
Hey, fellas. A little to the left.
Really scratch around down there.
See what you can find.
That's an image I could do without.
Wait a second, how did
you guys end up here?
Alvin grabbed the
Skrill out of the water.
- We decided to follow it.
- Weird, right?
No! Actually, it was
good that you followed it.
We knew that.
That's... why we did it.
Okay.
Let's figure out what Alvin
plans on doing with that dragon.
Bring it out!
Yep. There it is.
- Yeah.
- Man! This is not good.
- No.
- We are in serious trouble.
With a capital "T"... no, "S."
Wait, would you capitalize
"serious" or "trouble"? Both?
I'll shut up now.
Hang on.
Mildew.
That's weird.
Those look like Berserker soldiers.
Dagur!
Dagur and Alvin together.
With the Skrill?
Really not good.
The Skrill, dragon of my people.
So beautiful! So supple!
So furious!
The only thing a dragon
understands is a staff to the snout.
Touch him with that stick
and I'll make you eat it.
You have no idea what
you're dealing with, do you?
Because if you did,
you'd have this dragon
safely out of the storm.
- And why is that?
- He draws his power from lightning...
smelly old man.
Bah, that's nothing
but an old dragon's tale.
Man, I love it when I'm right.
Yes!
Not to worry, baby.
When we get you all harnessed up,
you'll be free to
strike anyone you want.
Or, more precisely,
anyone I want.
Ah, the Skrill
isn't yours yet, Dagur.
You'll get your prize,
but only after you fulfill
the terms of our deal.
Remind me again why we're
dealing with this lunatic.
His knowledge of the Skrill
and the size of his fleet.
We need both to make
sure we reclaim Berk.
After we have,
we'll dispose of 'em all.
We have to sneak into town
and find out what Dagur
and Alvin are up to.
I can't go, they'd recognize me.
- Ruff?
- Outcast food gives me gas.
Yet another image
I can live without.
Okay, Tuff!
Looks like you're up.
You need to go down there and get as
much info as you can without being seen.
Way ahead of you.
I'll move like the wind.
They won't even see me coming!
Oh!
That was great!
Halt!
What are you doing there?
- And who are you?
- Who am I?
I'm, uh...
I'm Buffnut.
Yep! That's it!
Berserker Buffnut
"BB," they call me. Ol' Buffynut.
I was sent by Dagur
to check your defenses.
Yep! I gotta check 'em out.
See if they're strong.
Oh, yes! Yes, sir!
- I'm ready for anything.
- Okay. Good!
Now, where's the big meeting?
You know, the pow wow.
You mean Alvin and Dagur?
Did you seriously just
ask me that, soldier?
If you think I know the answer,
you are sorely mistaken, mister.
Did you just ask me that?
I've forgotten.
- Uh, so do you want to know?
- Don't sass me!
I'm still talking about whether or not
you did seriously just ask me that!
Alvin's throne room.
Just opposite the harbor.
They're celebrating the treaty, sir.
Awesome. Ju... uh, just...
uh, stand there, at attention.
Straight... straight back.
A healthy spine is a happy spine.
- My fine fellow.
- Yes, sir!
All right, Dagur.
Let's talk strategy.
Ooh! Strategy!
Strategy!
I love strategy!
You first.
Fine. My fleet will lead...
- Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
- Wha?
Let me stop you there, big boy.
Try this on for size.
My fleet, led by the glorious Skrill,
will lay siege to the
dragon training arena...
and incapacitate
Hiccup and his Night Fury.
While you and your little fleet
of rejects blockade their harbor.
I don't think so, Dagur.
Whoa!
First, I get Berk.
Then, and only then,
do you get the Skrill.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Really.
Geez, Al.
Don't get your skivvies in a bunch.
Fine. We'll do it your way.
Remind me why we're
working with him again.
Because we want that Skrill.
Once we have it, we'll dispose of him.
And I was thinking,
there are some really,
really fun ways we could do that.
See, uh...
Who is smacking their food!
I h-hate smacking!
My father used to smack!
Sorry.
I hate it when my mouth does that.
Cut it out, mouth!
Shut up, nose!
They don't like each other.
Who are you?
Uh, me?
I'm, uh... I'm Buffnut.
You know, Buffnut the Berserker.
You're one of mine?
What were you doing back there?
Uh, well, I was, uh,
composing a poem
in honor of your new deal with Alvin,
and I got hungry, 'cause
poetry is very exhausting.
Geez, you gotta have a little
something every six lines.
A poem, eh?
Let me hear it.
If I like it,
I won't chop your legs off.
- Now!
- Uh...
Okay, yeah, definitely need those legs
for the running and walking stuff.
There once was a village called Berk,
run by a big Viking jerk.
Blasting him would be thrilling,
then you'd go a-skrilling,
And show us how to be...
berserk?
I... would go...
a-skrilling?
I like it!
You can keep your legs!
In fact, yak ribs and burly cakes
for my friend, Buffnut!
But no smacking.
I hate, hate smacking!
Poff-nuk!
Oh, what is your village babbler
going on about now?
Uh, so did I mention
how much I hate Berk?
Hey, directions to Berk!
North till you smell it,
west till you step in it.
Am I right, people?
Come on.
Ah! Hurb durble!
Great idea, babbler!
A song!
I should sing a song. So...
♪ Hooligan tribe,
won't you come out tonight ♪
♪ come out tonight,
come out tonight ♪
♪ hooligan tribe,
won't you come out tonight ♪
♪ or die by the light of the moon ♪
♪ oh, by the light of the moon ♪
♪ oh, by the light of the moon ♪
♪ remember to use your
fork and your knife ♪
♪ and also use your spoon ♪
Snerk! Snerk!
Nobody likes a heckler.
Right?
The plan is to smash
those dirty Berkians
to pieces with both fleets!
It's gonna be awesome.
You, uh... you do realize
we're the Berkians?
Oh, right.
Still gonna be awesome.
Two fleets and a Skrill
are gonna be pretty tough to beat.
No, Alvin has made it pretty clear.
Dagur doesn't get the Skrill
until after they destroy Berk.
- I think they have trust issues.
- Wait, what did you just say?
I said they have trust issues.
No, you said "Dagur doesn't get
the Skrill until after the attack."
Think about it.
No Skrill, no alliance.
No alliance, no invasion.
Tuff, I need you to get back into town
and distract the arena guards.
Toothless and I are
going to free that Skrill.
Uh, hang on a sec.
I'm pretty sure Dagur
threatened to cut my legs off.
- So?
- Just wanted to get that out there.
Ah, fine! I'm going.
And my legs are on your head.
But not... I mean, not...
you know what I'm saying.
You'll be thinking about
these legs if I... lose 'em.
Good job, Tuff.
That was quick.
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
I-I got another one.
How do you get a one-armed
Berkian out of a tree?
- How?
- You wave.
That's assuming that he isn't
just sitting on a branch.
- Ah, you kill us, Buffnut.
- Oh, stop!
You... you guards... you
guys are just saying that.
I almost said "guards."
Wait. Guards?
Aren't I supposed to be
doing something with guards?
Oh, hey, don't leave!
Oh, tell the one about the
Viking girl with the woolly igloo.
- It's gone!
- Oh, good.
I thought I was too late.
Nice job with those guards,
by the way.
Wha... what are you talking about?
And where's the Skrill?
- Uh-oh.
- Uh, yeah, "uh-oh."
Well, if you don't have the Skrill,
and I don't have the Skrill,
then who has the Skrill?
Gotta go.
The Skrill is gone! Sound the alarm!
Tuff, you go get Ruff.
I'm gonna try and find that
Skrill before Dagur does.
- Going somewhere, Dagur?
- I go where I want, Alvin.
Not with our Skrill, you don't.
It's not yours.
It was never yours.
Hello!
It's on my belt buckle.
- It's on my sail, my shields!
- We had a deal, Dagur!
Yeah, uh, about that deal,
I just changed the terms.
I'll cut you to pieces!
Oof!
You'll try!
- Give me back my Skrill!
- It was never your Skrill, Alvin.
It's ours!
It's always been ours!
Take that!
Yes!
You can't run forever, boy!
Oh, I think it's time
you did some running.
Wha...
Whoa-ho-ho-ho.
Tired of running?
Wanna try swimming?
That won't work either.
Well, that takes care of that.
Savage, I have a one-time
offer for you and your men.
You can join me,
or you can join Alvin.
Your choice.
That's not good.
I need to come up with
a new plan, bud, and fast.
The fleet is ready to sail to Berk...
- Sir.
- Excellent!
Now that this whole
Alvin thing is behind us,
we can lure Hiccup and
his Night Fury into battle!
Why wait?
I'm right here, Dagur.
- Me and my Night Fury.
- Hiccup.
I thought we could settle this
like real Vikings, just you and me.
Sir, don't let him bait you.
We have the advantage in numbers.
Me and my Skrill against
you and your Night Fury?
I like those odds.
Take that!
Oh, ho, ho, ho!
Want to see superior warrior-ness?
- Just keep watching!
- Really, Dagur? I'm still here.
Fire, Toothless, now!
That's it?
Huh! I was hoping for
something more challenging.
So was I.
Any last words, Hiccup?
I got nothing.
How 'bout you, bud?
I really don't think he's going to be
leading an invasion anytime soon.
Wish I could say the same for this guy!
We need to lose him.
Actually, scratch that.
We need him to follow us.
Whoa!
Down, Toothless, into
that cut in the glacier.
Toothless, up there!
Tight turn!
Good work, bud!
Hey, why do you get
to have all the fun?
Yeah, this job was made for us.
- Guys, let's go home.
- Thought you'd never ask.
I am gonna miss some
of those Outcast guys.
- Thought they could really carry a tune.
- I know, right?
♪ Hooligan tribe,
won't you come out tonight ♪
♪ come out tonight,
come out tonight... ♪
Well, I won't miss Dagur,
that's for sure.
Uh, they could carry a tune, not you.
The fleet has returned, Dagur.
No sign of the Skrill
or the dragon riders.
Let's go, bud.
- Yeah.
- Wow.
- Cool.
- Wow.
- Wow, nice.
- He's pretty good.
Ruff! Tuff!
I know, bud.
It's getting late.
But we gotta keep looking.
- Hiccup, any sign of him yet?
- None.
The other riders
have come in for the night.
They're resting their dragons.
I don't blame them.
I mean, look at Meatlug.
She's sleep-flying.
I got some provisions.
I'm going back out.
Wait, what are you
gonna do, fly all night?
- If I have to, yes.
- Are you sure that's a good idea?
Well, I can't rest knowing the twins
are lost out there somewhere.
You're right.
I... we'll go with you.
No, looks like you guys
need some rest. I'll be fine.
You know, maybe we've been looking
at this whole thing the wrong way.
Maybe the twins went after the Skrill.
The Skrill is attracted to lightning.
Maybe if we find the Skrill,
we find Ruff and Tuff.
And it can't hurt, right?
We've tried everything else.
Come on, bud.
Whoa! Watch your tail, bud!
Ah! Ow!
And I'll watch my leg.
Hang in there, Toothless!
Okay!
Gronckle iron and lightning.
Not a terrific combo.
Come on, bud. Get us outta here.
Outcast island.
I know, bud.
But we got no choice.
We have to set down
and wait out the storm.
That's a lot of Outcasts.
What are you up to, Alvin?
All I know is he's planning
something big with that Skrill.
Alvin has the Skrill? Wait...
Ruff? You're... you're alive!
I-I don't believe it! Where...
- Where's Tuff?
- He didn't make it, Hiccup.
What?!
Kidding!
He's right behind you.
What's up, Hiccup?
Cool disguise, huh?
- It's kinda itchy.
- Uh, yeah. Not bad.
Yeah, yeah, Tuff
hollowed out that tree
so he couldn't be seen.
Problem is he can't move.
And I have bark beetles in my pants.
I'm starting to like them.
Hey, fellas. A little to the left.
Really scratch around down there.
See what you can find.
That's an image I could do without.
Wait a second, how did
you guys end up here?
Alvin grabbed the
Skrill out of the water.
- We decided to follow it.
- Weird, right?
No! Actually, it was
good that you followed it.
We knew that.
That's... why we did it.
Okay.
Let's figure out what Alvin
plans on doing with that dragon.
Bring it out!
Yep. There it is.
- Yeah.
- Man! This is not good.
- No.
- We are in serious trouble.
With a capital "T"... no, "S."
Wait, would you capitalize
"serious" or "trouble"? Both?
I'll shut up now.
Hang on.
Mildew.
That's weird.
Those look like Berserker soldiers.
Dagur!
Dagur and Alvin together.
With the Skrill?
Really not good.
The Skrill, dragon of my people.
So beautiful! So supple!
So furious!
The only thing a dragon
understands is a staff to the snout.
Touch him with that stick
and I'll make you eat it.
You have no idea what
you're dealing with, do you?
Because if you did,
you'd have this dragon
safely out of the storm.
- And why is that?
- He draws his power from lightning...
smelly old man.
Bah, that's nothing
but an old dragon's tale.
Man, I love it when I'm right.
Yes!
Not to worry, baby.
When we get you all harnessed up,
you'll be free to
strike anyone you want.
Or, more precisely,
anyone I want.
Ah, the Skrill
isn't yours yet, Dagur.
You'll get your prize,
but only after you fulfill
the terms of our deal.
Remind me again why we're
dealing with this lunatic.
His knowledge of the Skrill
and the size of his fleet.
We need both to make
sure we reclaim Berk.
After we have,
we'll dispose of 'em all.
We have to sneak into town
and find out what Dagur
and Alvin are up to.
I can't go, they'd recognize me.
- Ruff?
- Outcast food gives me gas.
Yet another image
I can live without.
Okay, Tuff!
Looks like you're up.
You need to go down there and get as
much info as you can without being seen.
Way ahead of you.
I'll move like the wind.
They won't even see me coming!
Oh!
That was great!
Halt!
What are you doing there?
- And who are you?
- Who am I?
I'm, uh...
I'm Buffnut.
Yep! That's it!
Berserker Buffnut
"BB," they call me. Ol' Buffynut.
I was sent by Dagur
to check your defenses.
Yep! I gotta check 'em out.
See if they're strong.
Oh, yes! Yes, sir!
- I'm ready for anything.
- Okay. Good!
Now, where's the big meeting?
You know, the pow wow.
You mean Alvin and Dagur?
Did you seriously just
ask me that, soldier?
If you think I know the answer,
you are sorely mistaken, mister.
Did you just ask me that?
I've forgotten.
- Uh, so do you want to know?
- Don't sass me!
I'm still talking about whether or not
you did seriously just ask me that!
Alvin's throne room.
Just opposite the harbor.
They're celebrating the treaty, sir.
Awesome. Ju... uh, just...
uh, stand there, at attention.
Straight... straight back.
A healthy spine is a happy spine.
- My fine fellow.
- Yes, sir!
All right, Dagur.
Let's talk strategy.
Ooh! Strategy!
Strategy!
I love strategy!
You first.
Fine. My fleet will lead...
- Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
- Wha?
Let me stop you there, big boy.
Try this on for size.
My fleet, led by the glorious Skrill,
will lay siege to the
dragon training arena...
and incapacitate
Hiccup and his Night Fury.
While you and your little fleet
of rejects blockade their harbor.
I don't think so, Dagur.
Whoa!
First, I get Berk.
Then, and only then,
do you get the Skrill.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Really.
Geez, Al.
Don't get your skivvies in a bunch.
Fine. We'll do it your way.
Remind me why we're
working with him again.
Because we want that Skrill.
Once we have it, we'll dispose of him.
And I was thinking,
there are some really,
really fun ways we could do that.
See, uh...
Who is smacking their food!
I h-hate smacking!
My father used to smack!
Sorry.
I hate it when my mouth does that.
Cut it out, mouth!
Shut up, nose!
They don't like each other.
Who are you?
Uh, me?
I'm, uh... I'm Buffnut.
You know, Buffnut the Berserker.
You're one of mine?
What were you doing back there?
Uh, well, I was, uh,
composing a poem
in honor of your new deal with Alvin,
and I got hungry, 'cause
poetry is very exhausting.
Geez, you gotta have a little
something every six lines.
A poem, eh?
Let me hear it.
If I like it,
I won't chop your legs off.
- Now!
- Uh...
Okay, yeah, definitely need those legs
for the running and walking stuff.
There once was a village called Berk,
run by a big Viking jerk.
Blasting him would be thrilling,
then you'd go a-skrilling,
And show us how to be...
berserk?
I... would go...
a-skrilling?
I like it!
You can keep your legs!
In fact, yak ribs and burly cakes
for my friend, Buffnut!
But no smacking.
I hate, hate smacking!
Poff-nuk!
Oh, what is your village babbler
going on about now?
Uh, so did I mention
how much I hate Berk?
Hey, directions to Berk!
North till you smell it,
west till you step in it.
Am I right, people?
Come on.
Ah! Hurb durble!
Great idea, babbler!
A song!
I should sing a song. So...
♪ Hooligan tribe,
won't you come out tonight ♪
♪ come out tonight,
come out tonight ♪
♪ hooligan tribe,
won't you come out tonight ♪
♪ or die by the light of the moon ♪
♪ oh, by the light of the moon ♪
♪ oh, by the light of the moon ♪
♪ remember to use your
fork and your knife ♪
♪ and also use your spoon ♪
Snerk! Snerk!
Nobody likes a heckler.
Right?
The plan is to smash
those dirty Berkians
to pieces with both fleets!
It's gonna be awesome.
You, uh... you do realize
we're the Berkians?
Oh, right.
Still gonna be awesome.
Two fleets and a Skrill
are gonna be pretty tough to beat.
No, Alvin has made it pretty clear.
Dagur doesn't get the Skrill
until after they destroy Berk.
- I think they have trust issues.
- Wait, what did you just say?
I said they have trust issues.
No, you said "Dagur doesn't get
the Skrill until after the attack."
Think about it.
No Skrill, no alliance.
No alliance, no invasion.
Tuff, I need you to get back into town
and distract the arena guards.
Toothless and I are
going to free that Skrill.
Uh, hang on a sec.
I'm pretty sure Dagur
threatened to cut my legs off.
- So?
- Just wanted to get that out there.
Ah, fine! I'm going.
And my legs are on your head.
But not... I mean, not...
you know what I'm saying.
You'll be thinking about
these legs if I... lose 'em.
Good job, Tuff.
That was quick.
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
I-I got another one.
How do you get a one-armed
Berkian out of a tree?
- How?
- You wave.
That's assuming that he isn't
just sitting on a branch.
- Ah, you kill us, Buffnut.
- Oh, stop!
You... you guards... you
guys are just saying that.
I almost said "guards."
Wait. Guards?
Aren't I supposed to be
doing something with guards?
Oh, hey, don't leave!
Oh, tell the one about the
Viking girl with the woolly igloo.
- It's gone!
- Oh, good.
I thought I was too late.
Nice job with those guards,
by the way.
Wha... what are you talking about?
And where's the Skrill?
- Uh-oh.
- Uh, yeah, "uh-oh."
Well, if you don't have the Skrill,
and I don't have the Skrill,
then who has the Skrill?
Gotta go.
The Skrill is gone! Sound the alarm!
Tuff, you go get Ruff.
I'm gonna try and find that
Skrill before Dagur does.
- Going somewhere, Dagur?
- I go where I want, Alvin.
Not with our Skrill, you don't.
It's not yours.
It was never yours.
Hello!
It's on my belt buckle.
- It's on my sail, my shields!
- We had a deal, Dagur!
Yeah, uh, about that deal,
I just changed the terms.
I'll cut you to pieces!
Oof!
You'll try!
- Give me back my Skrill!
- It was never your Skrill, Alvin.
It's ours!
It's always been ours!
Take that!
Yes!
You can't run forever, boy!
Oh, I think it's time
you did some running.
Wha...
Whoa-ho-ho-ho.
Tired of running?
Wanna try swimming?
That won't work either.
Well, that takes care of that.
Savage, I have a one-time
offer for you and your men.
You can join me,
or you can join Alvin.
Your choice.
That's not good.
I need to come up with
a new plan, bud, and fast.
The fleet is ready to sail to Berk...
- Sir.
- Excellent!
Now that this whole
Alvin thing is behind us,
we can lure Hiccup and
his Night Fury into battle!
Why wait?
I'm right here, Dagur.
- Me and my Night Fury.
- Hiccup.
I thought we could settle this
like real Vikings, just you and me.
Sir, don't let him bait you.
We have the advantage in numbers.
Me and my Skrill against
you and your Night Fury?
I like those odds.
Take that!
Oh, ho, ho, ho!
Want to see superior warrior-ness?
- Just keep watching!
- Really, Dagur? I'm still here.
Fire, Toothless, now!
That's it?
Huh! I was hoping for
something more challenging.
So was I.
Any last words, Hiccup?
I got nothing.
How 'bout you, bud?
I really don't think he's going to be
leading an invasion anytime soon.
Wish I could say the same for this guy!
We need to lose him.
Actually, scratch that.
We need him to follow us.
Whoa!
Down, Toothless, into
that cut in the glacier.
Toothless, up there!
Tight turn!
Good work, bud!
Hey, why do you get
to have all the fun?
Yeah, this job was made for us.
- Guys, let's go home.
- Thought you'd never ask.
I am gonna miss some
of those Outcast guys.
- Thought they could really carry a tune.
- I know, right?
♪ Hooligan tribe,
won't you come out tonight ♪
♪ come out tonight,
come out tonight... ♪
Well, I won't miss Dagur,
that's for sure.
Uh, they could carry a tune, not you.
The fleet has returned, Dagur.
No sign of the Skrill
or the dragon riders.