Dragons: Riders of Berk (2012–2014): Season 2, Episode 17 - Smoke Gets in Your Eyes - full transcript

2x17 - Smoke Gets in Your Eyes

Let's go, bud.

- Yeah.
- Wow.

- Cool.
- Wow.

- Wow, nice.
- He's pretty good.

Trader Johann's here!

- Everybody, trader Johann's here!
- Johann, shmohann.

That guy never lets me
touch any of his cool stuff.

Well, that's because
last time he was here

- you broke half of it.
- It's my word against his.

Ah, Berk! The crown jewel
of the entire archipelago.



Over here, trader Johann!

- Well...
- Oh! What did you bring today?

Many wondrous things, Mr. Fishlegs.

Treasures from every
coast and every shore.

- Like the pearls of Dyngja.
- Oh!

Perfect for that
special lady in your life.

You know, those could be yours,
Astrid. Just say the word.

- Yuck.
- That's not the word.

- Mm, nope. Nope.
- Ah, Mr. Gobber.

What can I interest you in?

Why don't you wow me, Johann?
Knock me off my feet.

Put me to the test, are
you? Okay.

Hang on.

- What's under here?
- Oh, nothing too exciting.



- Just an old pile of...
- Scrap metal! Perfect.

I've run out of things
to pound around here.

Whoa. It's the most beautiful
thing I've ever seen.

- It's just scrap metal.
- No.

I'm talking about this mace.

Whoa.

Hey, mace. You wanna come
home with me, don't you?

Yes, I do, Tuffnut.

I want to needlessly destroy
other people's property with you.

Oh, Macey.
You get me.

I see you are a gentleman
that recognizes quality when he sees it.

This is the finest metal

from the furthest reaches
of the archipelago.

- I'll take it all.
- Excellent!

Always a pleasure, Mr. Gobber.

Oh!

- Wasn't me.
- Oh, I really hate that kid.

Hiccup, you think you
could spare a hook, son?

Not a problem, Gobber.
Hey, guys.

- Let's do this, Macey.
- Not so fast, you.

I paid good money for this scrap.

I'll not have you
dropping it into the ocean.

I had those ladles when I went
to sleep, and now they're gone.

Oh, my grandmother's goblets, gone!

Okay, what did we just walk into?

My favorite milk jugs, gone.

What is going on here?

A bunch of stuff got stolen
from the village last night.

And some of us are
taking it pretty hard.

Oh! Macey! Macey!

Oh, gah!
Oh, golly, she's gone!

Nooo!

Oh.

You.
You were always jealous of her.

You knew that I loved her
more, because I told you

every so often and I wrote
it in your room on the wall!

We have quite a
situation on our hands.

Axes, shields, helmets,
drinking goblets, all stolen.

Axes, shields, helmets,
drinking goblets...

what do all those things have in common?

- Obviously, duh, they're all gone.
- No, they're metal.

Everything that's missing is metal.

- Hiccup, everything we own is metal.
- It's a theory. Work with me.

Miss the little spikes around
your head the most...

Whatever's going on, I need

to find whoever is responsible
before this panic gets any worse.

Stoick, Bucket and Mulch are slapping
each other with sturgeons.

- What happened to their bludgeons?
- Stolen. Hence the sturgeon.

In some ways, I guess
that's probably better.

Uh, Dad, what do you say you
take care of the sturgeon slapping

while Astrid and I do
a little investigating?

Investigating? What exactly
are you planning, Hiccup?

To return to the scenes of
the crimes and see if we can

find out something
about this metal thief.

I miss her!

She had such a weird voice.
Oh, no...

Gobber, can you remember who's
been here in the last couple of days?

Mm, hard to say.
Business has been booming.

There's only 41 shopping days
left until Snoggletog, you know.

Don't wait until the last minute.

Hmm. Hmm. No footprints.

This metal thief
won't get the best of me.

I've set a booby trap
that's guaranteed to nab him.

- What's the matter?
- Uh...

It would appear that I've
trapped myself in my own booby.

No one move a muscle!

This is where Macey was before her...

disappearance.

Quote, unquote.

- I didn't take your stupid mace.
- It was her favorite spot.

She just loved watching the sunsets.

Or this wall, just depending
on which side I left her on.

Sunsets.

- This is weird.
- Yeah, even for the twins.

Hey, leave me out of this one.

Strange. No forced entry.

Not a single footprint.

- And no eyewitnesses.
- I just don't get it.

I do. It's so obvious.

And you call yourselves detectives.

Uh, first of all, no, we
don't call ourselves detectives.

And second, what's so obvious?

What you're looking for
is not just a metal thief,

it's a ghost metal thief.
Uh-huh.

Well, that was helpful, as usual.

It's getting late.
We'll start again in the morning.

Oh! What the...

Toothless! Toothless!

What the...
Toothless!

Smothering Smokebreaths.

Hey! You!

No! Get your hands off that!

Well, bud, it looks
like we found our thief.

The thief hit you guys too, huh?

- I feel naked without my helmet.
- Me too.

But I made a sketch of the thief.
It came to me in a dream.

You see, my subconscious
is working overtime,

like a sports team that just can't win.

- Um, Tuffnut, that's you.
- No, it's not.

- Uh, yes, it is.
- No, it isn't, I think I would

know myself if I...

Huh. I guess it is.
Yeah.

Hey, guys. I know who the thief is.

Or should I say
I know who our thieves are?

Adolescent Smokebreath dragons.

Of course! Smokebreaths steal
metal to build their nests.

But why would
Smokebreaths be on Berk?

Chief! Coming in for the big win!

Smothering Smokebreaths
normally don't stray

far from their home on Breakneck Bog.

- That's the part I'm still unclear about.
- I've been robbed!

The thief evaded my booby traps and took

all the metal I bought
from trader Johann!

Left me with nary a scrap of...
scrap!

Dad, I think I might know
how the Smokebreaths got here.

That's when I said...
"what's for dinner?"

And the chief of the Mori Ori tribe
licked his lips and said, "you are!"

"You are!"

My first mate would've
been his first course. Ha!

Ah, master Hiccup and the great chief.

To what do I owe this pleasure?

Well, Johann, we were
wondering where you may have

gotten that scrap metal you sold Gobber.

Unfortunately, old friends,
I can't possibly reveal my sources.

Of course, there are times
when it's best to share.

I procured it from a Berserker,

who was offering it at a
price I could not refuse.

He had just come from an island
that we both well and equally fear.

- Breakneck Bog.
- You didn't hear that from me.

Oh, well, that wasn't just
a pile of scrap metal, Johann,

that was a Smokebreath nest
with hatchlings inside it.

Well, uh, well,
that's unfortunate news.

Ah, ooh.

No need to thank me!

Now, back to our story.
Where was I?

Ah, yes, the first course.

Well, that answers how
the Smokebreaths got here.

Oh!

- Gobber, what's the latest?
- Just as I'd feared, Stoick.

- Almost no metal left in all of Berk.
- And what of the armory?

Let's just say the axe handles
outnumber the axes.

Oh.
And then there's this.

- Without weapons, Berk is vulnerable.
- Dad, we've still got the dragons.

And Dagur has an armada.

Five dragons are no match
for a large-scale attack.

We have to find that missing metal.
Especially the weapons.

Oh, Macey must be so
alone and scared out there.

It's hard out there
for a mace. Oh, Macey.

Maybe the Smokebreaths took
the metal back to Breakneck Bog.

I don't think so.

Smokebreaths can't fly long
distances carrying a lot of weight.

Hey, Snotlout, how'd
you get your helmet back?

It's my spare. A real
warrior is never without his helmet.

Can't say the same for his brain.

What is it with you today?
You are so up my...

Ooh! Hey!

Snotlout, come on, please focus.

Come on, really?
Oh!

If the Smokebreaths didn't take
the metal back to Breakneck Bog,

they must have started building
a nest somewhere here on Berk.

Awesome!

Not awesome?

Definitely not awesome.
How are we gonna find them?

They could be anywhere.

Well, there's only one way to
catch a metal thief, and that's...

Wait, don't tell me.
With a net!

No. No, no, with a rope!
No? Okay.

Oh... oh! Don't say it.
With a ropey net.

- I was just gonna say with metal.
- Oh!

It was on the tip of my tongue.
Stupid tongue.

Flick it. Come on, flick it.

Ow! Oh, yeah.

So we need to gather all
the metal from the arena

and bait a trap that the Smokebreaths
won't be able to resist.

We lure them in, let them
take the metal, and follow

them right back to the nest
and all our missing weapons.

You did say "all the
metal," right, Hiccup?

What?
Oh, you've gotta be kidding me.

What about his leg?
That's made of metal.

- Snotlout.
- All I'm saying is fair is fair.

Snotlout, please.

I still think we should've
flipped a yak pie for it.

Shh. It looks like
they've taken the bait.

Okay, very important.

No one do absolutely anything
until I give the signal.

- Get 'em!
- Get 'em!

Yet another plan perfectly executed.
Dragons, everyone!

- I got one!
- I got one too!

Ugh, and its skin feels
all sweaty and clammy.

- Like a girl.
- Hey!

Look, there they go.
Follow them!

Okay, don't lose 'em, bud.

Okay, tricky.
Everyone split up!

Sneaky.

Toothless, over there!

Oh, not this again.

Follow that rod!

Get me close enough, Toothless.

Want some metal?
Here ya go!

Whoa! Whoa!

Maybe this was a bad idea.

What is it, bud?

Give us some light, bud.

The Smokebreaths' nest.

Uh, we need to go back
and get all the riders,

so we can break this apart
and get it back to the village.

Hiccup! Thank Thor.
I finally caught up to you.

Astrid, I found the
Smokebreath nest and...

We don't have time for that now.
What do you mean?

We just spotted
something on the horizon.

Something that may be a bigger
problem than the Smokebreaths.

Who would've thought those
pesky, little scavengers

- could bring Berk to its knees?
- Actually, I did.

If you recall, it was my idea.

Although now that I think about it,
I probably stole it from you.

With no weapons and just a
handful of dragons, Berk will

be no match for the might of
Dagur and his Berserker armada!

Pucker up, Hiccup.

Because you're about to
kiss my boots.

Well, this guy is like,
the king of armadas?

Does he go anywhere without one?

It's like he knew we
were gonna be defenseless.

He did.

Trader Johann said he
bought the scrap metal

- from a Berserker.
- And it was from Breakneck Bog.

Dagur planted those dragons.
He knew what they would do.

Hiccup, you found
the Smokebreath nest.

You and the other riders go
to it and get our weapons.

They'll be protecting it by now.

We don't have enough time to fight the

Smokebreaths and get back
here before Dagur attacks.

Then I say we head out there

and blast those Berserkers
with what we've got.

Even with our dragons,

the six of us won't be able
to take out those ships alone.

Well, if we cut ourselves in
half, we'd be... twice as many!

Just once, try stopping
it between here and here.

No, he's actually onto something.

- See? I'll get an axe.
- What? No.

You don't need an axe.
We don't need more of us.

- We need more dragons.
- What are you saying, son?

Why fight against the Smokebreaths
when we can fight with them?

Everyone, bring any metal you
might still have in your houses.

- It doesn't matter how small it is.
- You heard my son!

I gutted my first Outcast with this.
Take good care of it.

Thank you, Gobber. I will.

- Ruff, Tuff, sound the dinner bell.
- Come and get it, smokebutts!

Yeah, smokebutts, come and
get it, you foggy bottoms.

Okay, there they are. We
need to pick up the pace.

If they get this metal, we're done.

Oh, come on already!
There should be boot kissing by now!

Not you.

- That's disgusting.
- Just trying to be helpful, sir.

It's time.

Berserkers, prepare to fire!

Arm yourself with
whatever you can find.

We will battle to the end.

Stoick, look.

Dagur's fleet up ahead!

- What is that?
- It looks like fog.

Sir, we can no longer
see the Berk mainland.

- We have no target.
- What?

Okay, gang! Metal away!

A spoon? They're dropping spoons?

Why are they dropping spoons?
What does this mean?!

Could this be a spoon of surrender?

- Don't think so, sir.
- Oh, no.

What is this? What's this...
what's going on here?

- Hiccup, I thought it was supposed to...
- Wait for it.

This is not over, Hiccup!
You hear me?

You just wait!
You will kiss this boot!

You will kiss this boot.

Oh, Macey, let's
never be apart again.

Life is an empty void
without your spiky face.

Oh, I missed you too, Tuffnut.

And I miss
the sunsets with you, Macey.

Oh, the sunsets.

Well done, son.

We'll return everyone's
metal just as soon as we get

the Smokebreaths back to Breakneck Bog.

And how do you plan on doing that?

Oh, I think I know someone
who should be happy to help us.

But, master Hiccup, this
can't be the only solution!

Think of the story you'll have to tell.

Next stop, Breakneck Bog!

...and when the back of that
infernal beast...