Dragons: Riders of Berk (2012–2014): Season 2, Episode 18 - Bing! Bam! Boom! - full transcript

2x18 - Bing! Bam! Boom!

Let's go, bud.
[Toothless roars]

[heroic music]

- Yeah.
- Wow.

- Cool.
- Wow.

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

There we go. [grunts]

There, that should do it.

So what do you think, bud?

[Toothless grumbles]

Ah, reserving your opinion
till you see it work.



I'm good with that.

Hiccup, are you up there?

Thornado and I were busy
surveying the village and...

What in the name of
thor is that contraption?

I call it the thunder-ear.

It can track dragon
sounds from miles away.

And that hopefully includes
our friend, the Screaming Death.

And you're just in time
to see me demonstrate.

All right, demonstrate away.

Okay, now put your ear up to this.

Toothless, plasma blast.

Oh, there's the signal, girl.
Do you remember the song?

What am I saying?
Of course you do.

♪ Well, I've got my ax,
and I've got my mace ♪



♪ and I love my wife
with the ugly face ♪

♪ I'm a Viking through and through ♪

All right, Fishlegs.

You and Meatlug come out
from wherever you're hiding.

- Very funny, son. Joke's on the chief.
- Dad, it's not a joke. Look.

♪ Well, I've got my club,
and I've got my bludgeon ♪

♪ and 16 Berserkers
locked in my dungeon ♪

♪ I'm a Viking through and through ♪

- # ooh ooh ay yeah #
- Ugh.

I think we could use this to hear
enemy ships approaching as well.

That thunder-ear gets
the chief's seal of...

- Hang on.
- The dragons we've slain!

- Is that...
- Stoick?

Ha! He'd be lost without me.

I'm his right-hook man, you might say.

Of course he'd never admit it.

And if you repeat this,
I'll deny I was ever here.

[grumbles]
Right-hook man, eh?

[screeching]

Ugh, oh, you can signal
Fishlegs and Meatlug to stop.

I don't know who's a worse
singer, boy or the dragon.

Uh, that's not Fishlegs.
[screeching]

Yeah, no, definitely not Fishlegs.

Well, if it's not Fishlegs,
then who or what is it?

- Only one way to find out.
- My thoughts exactly.

[whistles]

Ah, would you look at that?
I never get tired of seeing

that magnificent beast
make his entrance.

I thought it was
coming from out here.

[screeching]
Whoa, Thornado!

I'll do the steering, if you don't mind.

No, Dad, let him go.
I think he hears something.

[screeching]

Whoa, are those...
baby Thunderdrums?

Odin's ghost! No wonder
Thornado knew where to take us.

But what are they doing all
the way out here by themselves?

[dragons screeching]

Watch yourself, laddy.
I'm a chief, you know.

Dad, they're just kids.
They're playing.

Well, someone needs to tell
them that playtime is over.

[Thornado roars]

- Well, looks like someone just did.
- [laughs] I taught him that.

I thought I recognized that roar.

You do have to admit that
they're kind of, well...

- Cute? Cuddly?
- I was gonna say cool.

- Hey, so, uh, Dad...
- Eh-eh-eh, I know what you're thinking,

and you might as well forget it.

[Thunderdrums screech]

Ugh, there's enough racket
on Berk with those twins.

No, no, I guess...
I guess you're right.

I just hope they'll be okay.

Of course they'll be okay.
They're Thunderdrums, after all.

Toughest dragon in the archipelago.

[Toothless grunts] That's right.
I said it.

Ah, we've created a monster.

[Thunderdrums screech]

Out for a little father-son flight, were we?

Actually, we were just testing
the thunder-ear.

Thunder-ear, is that what
you're calling it? Catchy.

Oh, I'm glad you like it, Gobber,

because you and the thunder-ear
are on night watch together.

All night, as a matter of fact.

You know I'd love to, Stoick,
really, I would, but I'm

performing my one-viking spectacular
at the great hall tonight.

I'm closing with a rousing rendition
of the reindeer waltz on the panpipes.

- It's sublime.
- I'm afraid the village will have

to do without your
panpipes tonight, Gobber,

because my right-hook man

is going to be doing
his duty for his chief.

The one who'd be nothing
without him. [chuckles]

- Thunder-ear.
- I've got a different name for it.

[dragons screeching]
[rumbling]

Oh, what... what...
what's happening? What?

What's going on?

I was about to ask
you the same question.

[dragons screeching]

Oh.

[sheep bleat]

[Thunderdrum screeches]
[man screaming]

[glass shatters]

[all shouting]

- Still think they're cool?
- Um, I'm on the fence.

Well, get off it and do something

before we have to rebuild
the entire village.

Meatlug, look at the
little baby Thunderdrums.

They are so cute.
[both roar]

Whoa! Wow.

Thanks, girl.

[Thunderdrum roars]

Okay, guys, fun time's over!

Duck, Silent Sven!

Sorry about that, Sven.

Oh, come on, not...

- [yelps] My shop!
- Sorry, Gobber. I'm trying my best.

Should I even bother
asking what's going on?

Out of control baby Thunderdrums.

Yep, that's what's going on.

[Thunderdrum roars]
[groans]

And I'm guessing you'd
like them under control?

That would be preferred, yes.

Can you help me wrangle
them into the academy?

Thought you'd never ask.

Wow, they're slippery little guys.

- No kidding.
- Whoa!

What are those things?

They are loud and
destructive dragons.

- We have to stop them.
- Au contraire.

- We must own them.
- Immediately.

[grunts]

You're all mine.

I'm coming in too hot!
Pull up, pull up!

[both scream]

[sighs]

Do I have to do everything myself?

[people screaming]
[Thunderdrums roar]

[yells]

[Thunderdrums roaring]

[Thornado roars]

- Well Done, Dad.
- Look at that.

They're putty in Thornado's hand.

Paw. Claws. Whatever.

- Okay, we want that one.
- No, that one.

It's such a hard decision.
Okay, we'll take the set.

Quiet!
Hiccup, I want you to get

those troublemakers off this island now.

Okay, we'll go, but know this.

- Our mother will miss us.
- Not you.

- The dragons.
- Oh.

[laughs]

You had me there for a minute, chief.

Because we're also...
troublemakers.

Dad, don't you think we'd
be better off training them?

Think about it, they're
fast, powerful...

Destructive, loud,
and out of control.

Uh, chief, you're kinda making
Hiccup's argument for him.

The lad's got a point, Stoick.

A squadron of
Thunderdrums would be tough

for Dagur and the Berserkers
to defend against.

You really think you can
get them under control, son?

I know we can.

I mean, look how great
Thornado turned out to be.

Well, he is quite spectacular.

We can do it, chief.
Please let us try.

All right, fine.
But the first sign of trouble, they go.

Thornado isn't their
mother or a babysitter.

He's got chiefly duties, just like I do.

Dad, you won't be sorry, I promise.

I already have a whole plan
laid out on how to train them.

[Thunderdrums roar]

Okay, now might be a good time

- to roll out that big plan of yours.
- Right, right. Big plan.

- Uh, okay.
- Let me guess, you have no plan.

You... you're right.
That would be correct.

Well, don't you
think you better get one

- before our ears explode?
- Wait!

- Wait, our ears can actually explode?
- Let's see!

[Thunderdrum roars]
Yes, explode, explode!

Come on. Don't encourage them.

- The twins or the Thunderdrums?
- Neither.

Thornado!

[Thornado grumbles]
Thornado, let's go.

All right, so, uh, I guess the first
thing we should do is name them.

No, first thing we need to
do is to get them to shut up!

- Over here!
- Ouch, ow, ow!

Dragon nip.
Old school, but effective.

[Thunderdrums coo]
Great.

But we can't have them
laying around in a haze

- doing nothing all day.
- Yeah, that's what the twins are for.

Whoa, whoa, don't judge.
We already did something today.

- Yeah.
- What? What did you do?

What did we do?
What did we do?!

- Uh, what did we do?
- We named them.

Oh, this should be good.

- Oh, it is.
- Ready?

Now wait for it.

- Bing!
- Bam!

And... Lloyd.

You can thank us later.

Call me crazy, but I'm thinking

there might be a more
logical choice than "Lloyd."

- Like what?
- Uh, Boom?

Oh, yeah, I guess that could work.
No way.

- How about Darren?
- Sorry, Lloyd.

All right, now that
that's all taken care of,

let's try some actual training.

Uh, voting is still open on
the Lloyd thing, though, right?

- Right?
- Okay.

Okay, just checking. Darren's
still on the table, though, right?

[laughs]
No?

Wow, that could have gone far worse.

[Thunderdrums roar]
Whoa! Ow!

- You mean like that?
- [strained] Yep, exactly like that.

Stay. Stay.

[Thunderdrums chirp]

Clearly "stay" isn't
in their vocabulary.

[crash]
Well, that should teach them.

[roaring]

[sighs]

This is what you guys need.
Something you're supposed to destroy.

Hookfang, show 'em how it's done.

Here.
Right here, thunderdumbs.

Do I need to spell it out for you?

Destr... oh, no!
[Thunderdrums roar]

Bull's-eye.

Okay, I'm gonna show you
how to disarm an attacker.

Oh, my sword!

Ah! What? Give me that!

No, come... come on, you guys.

This isn't the exercise.

What? You too, Meatlug?

[Thunderdrum chirps]

Oh, dear.

Okay, here we go. Repeat after me.

[belching] "A."
[Thunderdrums burp]

[belching] "B."
[Thunderdrums burp]

Hey, uh, not to be a wet blanket,
but how is this helping anything?

- How is it hurting?
- [belching] "C."

[Thunderdrums roar]

Oh, no!

- See? They love it!
- Oh, not so fast, fellas.

We still have a few more
exercises to work on.

[Toothless grumbles]
I know, pal.

The word "excruciating" comes to mind.

[Thunderdrums howl]

- Ha ha, yeah!
- Awesome!

[groans]

Huh, will you look at that?

Finally getting through to them.

Well, someone is.

Okay, Thornado.
How about a little follow the leader?

That was promising.
Eh, bud?

Yeah, I hardly recognize them.

[gasps] What did you do?
You've ruined them.

Oh, Lloyd!
I'm so sorry, Darren.

Thornado?
Thornado!

Come now.
We have chiefing to do.

[Thornado grumbles]

Hmm.
Well, that's an improvement.

Well done, Hiccup.

Well, no, Dad, it's actually...
[Thunderdrums shriek]

Oh, for the love of Thor.

- Tuffnut, the gate!
- Got it.

[groans]
What?

Okay, a little clarity
next time would help.

[Thunderdrums roar]

- Oh, come on.
- Hiccup!

- I thought you had them under control.
- Well, I did, sort of, but...

[grumbles]
Not at all.

Okay, I really didn't.

Ah, will these
dragons ever quiet down?

Sure, once they find their
grown-up voice.

And how long will that take?

It shouldn't be more
than a couple of... years.

[groans]
Uh, yes.

[screams]
Get off, get away!

Just want you to
know, we're big fans.

Both: Look out!

[glass shatters]

Ha ha! End of the line, Bing.
Or are you Lloyd?

[Thunderdrum roars]
[screams]

[Thunderdrum roars]
[sheep bleat]

You leave those sheep alone!

[Thunderdrum roars]

[sheep bleat] Never mind.
I wasn't that close to them.

Ugh, it's ridiculous.

They look like Gobber
wrestling a greased yak.

Don't even think about it.

[Thornado roars]

[chicken clucks]
[sheep bleat]

[crash]
[mooing]

Remember how you said
I wouldn't be sorry?

This is outrageous!

- Uh, yes?
- Well, I'm officially sorry.

You need to find those
dragons a new home, son.

The Thunderdrums have to go.

Okay.
Bing, Bam, and Boom,

welcome to your new home:
Dragon island!

You're gonna love it here.
Plenty of room.

Lots of new dragons to annoy...
I mean, meet.

You know, here, you can
be as loud as you want.

It'll be great.

- Whoa. This is kinda sad.
- Yeah.

Reminds me of the time
our parents took Sam,

our pet yak, out to that farm to live.

Yeah, I would have cried all night...

except for those delicious
yak steaks we had for dinner.

Oh, nothing better.

And to eat them in
those soft yak jackets.

Okay, great. Check you later.

[Thunderdrums chirp]

They'll be happy there.
They'll love it.

What's not to love?
It's an island full of dragons.

And, I mean, we can
come visit them, right?

- Sure, but they won't be there.
- Why not?

- 'Cause they're right behind you.
- What?

Oh, great. What do we do now?

I'll tell you what we do.
We ditch 'em!

[laughs]
We did it, Hookfang.

Stupid baby dragons.
Oh, no.

[Thunderdrums roar]
Whoa!

[splash]

- Uh, Hookfang?
- Hookfang!

Wow. That was fun.

Let's try Snotlout's plan again.
[sighs]

I think this might be our chance to go.

Yeah, and I say we take
the long way home this time,

so they don't follow us.

Oh, what... I just...
are you... how?

Never mind.
It looks like Thornado and I

are gonna have to give you
dragon training geniuses a hand.

- I hope this works.
- Thornado has a way with them.

It'll work.

[Thornado roars]

Attaboy, Thornado.

Sometimes you need to show
teenagers a little tough love.

That's right, I said it.

[groans]

Okay, so this is it.

Listen, guys, Berk just
isn't the island for you.

There's too many Vikings

and not enough places
for you guys to play.

[Thunderdrums whimper]
Oh, no, no, no, no.

Stop making that whimper sound.

Don't make this any
harder than it already is.

Let's let Thornado
have a word with them.

[Thornado roars]

Well, that's done.
Put that in the Book of Dragons.

Thornado, back to Berk.

Don't look back, son.
Remember, tough love.

Aah!

Looks like they might not be
welcome on Dragon island either.

Maybe that's why we found them
out on the sea stacks to begin with.

Oh, they were probably chased there.

[Thornado growls]

Well, I guess we're not
gonna let any wild dragons

- bully our boys, are we?
- Tough love, huh?

[Thunderdrums chirp]

[dragon growls]

[Thunderdrum roars]

[dragon roars]

[dragons roaring]

[both growl]

Okay, bud, light 'em up.

[screams]

[laughs] Yay, team.

Hey, you two.

[Thornado roars]

[Thornado growls]

[Thunderdrum chirps]

Hiccup, Fishlegs!

[all roar]

Whew, sure taught those
wild dragons a lesson.

Yeah, this time.

What are we gonna do with these guys?

We can't take them with us,
and we can't leave them here.

Dad?

- Are you... okay?
- Yes, son.

I think we both know what we
have to do, don't we, Thornado?

- Dad, what are you doing?
- I'm setting Thornado free.

Do what any chief would
do in this situation.

Or any father.

These boys won't survive without you.

Right now, they need you more than I do.

[sniffles]

Ah, I understand.
I'd do the same thing.

It doesn't mean I won't miss you.

Take care of your new family.

[Thornado chirps]

Hey, Dad, you did the right thing.

Good-bye, old friend.

[dragons roar]