Dragons: Riders of Berk (2012–2014): Season 2, Episode 2 - The Iron Gronckle - full transcript

2x02 - The Iron Gronckle

Let's go, bud.

- Yeah. Wow.
- Cool.

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

We missed it.

It was headed this way.
It must've outrun us.

How does an Outcast
ship outrun our dragons?

- That's how.
- Whoo!

We were really moving, girl.
What'd we miss?

It's not what you missed.
It's what we all missed!

- Snotlout.
- What?



I'm just calling it like I see it.

If we didn't have slow and really,
really slow holding us back,

I don't know, maybe we'd
have a chance to actually do

what we're supposed to be doing!

- Snotlout, that's not helping.
- Nah, that's a bit harsh.

- Guys, he does have a point.
- Fishlegs.

No, it's no big deal, Hiccup.
You guys keep looking.

Meatlug and I will circle back

and patrol the cliffs,
shore up the rear.

- Are you sure about this?
- Absolutely.

Okay. Well, use your dragon
call if you spot anything.

You know I will.

Wow, I thought they'd put
up more of a fight than that.

Didn't you?



You thinking what I'm thinking?
Yeah, that's right.

There's plenty of stuff we
do better than the others.

Like hovering.

And zig-zagging.

And then there's...
stationary flying,

which admittedly, is
similar to hovering.

Oh, girl, you always know
how to make me feel better.

And I know how to make
you feel better too.

Have at 'em, girl.

Gobber...

Could you help Meatlug?

She's not feeling well.

- What's the problem?
- She ate a ton of rocks,

but she can't seem
to fire out any lava.

Odin's dirty diaper.

- What's wrong?
- Dragon breath.

I'd say you two overdid it.
Celebrating, were you?

Uh...

Not exactly.

Don't worry. Old Gobber
can fix her right up.

Nope. Nope.

Ooh. No.

A-ha. There we go.

Oh, come on.

That's not
gonna... whoa!

Oh! Whoa!

- Wh-ho-hoa.
- Sorry about your shop.

I've never seen her make
this much lava before.

Or this color. It's weird.
Okay. Tickle at will.

Ugh. Keep your tunic on, boy.
I only do dragons.

Steady.

Alvin's plan is working.

When these Whispering
Deaths are fully grown,

Berk will be destroyed.

Savage, one of them started out
bigger than the others.

Hmm, never seen a Whispering
Death egg this size before.

Or a tunnel that size.

- What was that?
- I'm not sticking around to find out.

Did you... did you
find your Outcast ship?

- Do you see an Outcast ship?
- No, we didn't find them.

- Fishlegs, do you know what this is?
- Don't tell me. Don't tell me.

- Um, a sword?
- I said don't tell me!

I wasn't telling you.
I was telling him.

I was gonna guess it.

Not just any sword. Feel it.

I made it out of that strange lava
Meatlug left in my shop.

This was made from Gronckle lava?

I prefer to call it Gronckle iron.
I got tired of waiting for it to cool.

You know what I always say,
pound it while it's hot.

Next thing you know, bing, bang, boom,

and I've created this little beauty.

It's pretty. But too light.
Would never hold up in battle.

Exactly what I thought.
Until I did this.

- Oh.
- Whoa!

- Cool. Nice swing.
- Whoa.

Is there any left? I've
been wanting a new dagger.

- New helmets.
- New helmets.

Ours are pretty banged-up...
from banging... them.

Yep, it'd go nice on that
fancy new shield of yours.

Exactly what I was thinking.
It could make it stronger and lighter.

Excuse me. Why don't you
start by making me a new sword?

Why don't you start by getting in line?

The whole town has heard
about Meatlug's Gronckle iron,

and they all want a piece of the action.

This Gronckle iron is going
to do wonders for my shield.

Right? How great is this stuff?

So what kind of rocks did you feed her?

Well, actually, I can't tell you.

- No?
- It's a trade secret.

If I told you, I'd have to mace you.

Hiccup, the sentries
say they saw another boat!

- We have to go now!
- You coming, Fishlegs?

I would love to, Hiccup,
but, as you can see,

Meatlug and I are pretty busy.

We're getting low on
Gronckle iron, Fishlegs.

Okay, girl, let's make some magic.

- Huh.
- What am I supposed to do with that, Fishlegs?

Make someone a fetching pair
of indestructible earrings?

Not gonna happen, Gunnar.

All right, boy.

I think it's time you let me in
on your trade secret.

- Okay, this is it.
- All right, let's load her up.

Care to tell me which one of
these is the wondrous rock?

With pleasure.

Okay, no, not that one.

Well, that one
kind of resembles...

hmm, wait a minute,
it could be...

You don't know, do you?

Of course I do.

It's just, well, rocks
can be very, you know.

- No, I don't. Tell me.
- Meatlug was very emotional that day.

She was eating everything in sight.

- She was?
- Yes.

It was a tough day for both of us.

Okay, fine, I don't know
what rock makes Gronckle iron.

I'm a failure, a liar, a fraud.

Is that what you wanted
to hear? Are you happy now?

- Listen to me!
- Okay.

We'll just pick up
as many different rocks

as we can find.
We'll try 'em one at a time,

and eventually we'll land on the winner.

- Promise?
- I'm sure.

Well, that was a
complete waste of time.

We doubled back over
the same area five times.

Really? That was the same place?
It looked so different.

That's 'cause you were flying
upside-down, you mutton head.

- Oh, yeah. Fun, though.
- You know, we needed somebody

to keep track of our positioning.

Yeah, we did.
And some low-speed hovering

could have helped over that sea stack.

- I know.
- Oh, come on.

- You're not talking about him, are you?
- Oh, no. Not him, are you?

- Hey, who are they talking about?
- I have no idea.

But he sounds important, so
it definitely can't be you.

We're talking about Fishlegs.

We're a team, and on a team,
everybody has a role to play.

Astrid's right. We're all important.

When one of us is missing,

it's just not the same.

It's your fault.
You made him quit!

She's so excited, she
doesn't know where to start.

May I suggest a little
sandstone appetizer?

Hmm? Hmm?

Good girl.

Worthless.

Let's try again.

Oh, I like this one.
Shiny, like Gronckle iron.

- Is it getting hot in here?
- Now that you mention it.

She's gonna burst!
Tickle her!

Tickle her before she
blows us all to Valhalla!

I'm... ow!
I'm... I'm trying.

Ow! Aah!

Whoops.
Sorry, everyone.

False alarm.
I'm open to suggestions.

- This is outrageous!
- Something must be done!

- What a joke.
- Useless.

Should melt it all down.

There he is.
What are we gonna do?

I could pound on him
until he agrees to come back.

- Or we could just ask him.
- What's wrong with the pounding?

I like pounding. I like pound cake.

I like measuring my weight in pounds.

Fishlegs!

Fishlegs! Fishlegs!

Fishlegs! Fishlegs!

You know, I once saw a Viking
mob turn on one of their own.

Tore the poor sot limb from limb.
Started just like this.

It's just that
Meatlug ate so many different rocks.

I can't figure it out.
Wait, that's it.

Hold on to your tunics, folks.

You want the Gronckle iron?
You got the Gronckle iron.

I like your enthusiasm in
the face of dismemberment.

I hope for your sake you're
backing it up with a plan.

Oh, I am. It must have
been a combination of rocks

that made Gronckle iron.
That's the only explanation.

Never seen a boulder
she didn't like, eh?

Okay. Something's happening.

Whoa! Did you see that?
Pulled it right out of my hands!

Her skin is attracting the metal.

Whoa!

Stay calm, girl.

Just stay calm. Daddy's here.

- It's okay.
- Fishlegs!

No, no, no, no.
Oh, no, no, no.

Meatlug, no!

Meatlug, come back!
Come back!

Ow!

Listen to the sound of my voice.
I'm here. Come back.

- Nice shot, bud.
- Hiccup, you have to help Meatlug!

- What's wrong with her?
- I don't know. She's attracting metal.

She's really scared.

Okay, Snotlout, we got
to herd her away from town.

On it!

- Meatlug, come to daddy!
- You're all mine, Meaty.

Stop! Cease!
Please?

Wait! Stop! Heel!

Hookfang!

I meant to do that, you know.

Ah, this isn't working.

Let's try getting ahead
and cutting her off.

Here we go, bud.
This way.

Meatlug.
Hey, girl.

It's me. Remember me?
Your old pal, Hiccup.

Nothing to be afraid of.

We're gonna figure this out,
but you have to stay still.

No, no, no, no. Easy.
Easy, girl.

I'm here to help you.

- Hiccup!
- Not now, Fishlegs.

No, no, you don't understand.

- Not now, Fishlegs!
- It's metal, your leg!

Gotcha.

Hey, where are you guys going?

Absolutely no idea!

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Oh, I was afraid you were.

All right, Toothless.

Let's just not break
any speed records, okay?

Just give me the "night"
without the "fury."

Okay. This looks like
it could present a...

Oh, no...
problem!

Too much fury! Too much fury!

Daddy's coming, Meatlug.

He may be barfing, but he's coming.

Okay, boy. Let's get in close.

Easy now. She's gonna go left here.

Stay in her blind spot.

Okay, now right.

Dive!

Good job. Level off.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How's it going?
- Better than expected. Aah!

Yeah, so this might be a
bad time, but I really wanted

to say sorry for leaving
you behind the other day.

- Hiccup.
- I know. I know.

You volunteered, but
still I should have...

Hiccup, I'm trying
to concentrate here.

- Oh, right, sorry.
- Wait!

Seriously, can we talk
about our feelings later?

No, look!

- Dragons off the stern!
- I see them!

Ready all catapults.

Archers, on my command.

- They're getting ready to fire.
- I know. I've got an idea.

Dive!

Ignore the big one.

The head of the Night Fury

is the trophy we're
taking home to Alvin.

On my command. Steady.
Steady. And...

Excellent!

Oh, not so excellent.

I got this.

Okay. Good plan.
Yay, team.

Laugh now, fools.
But he who lives by the dragon... !

Oh, great!

Oh, much better.

Oh, I missed you too.

Yes!

Well, if it isn't
the conquering heroes.

Hey, Gobber.

Ready to get back
to some real work then?

I've got orders up to my skivvies.

Yeah, I don't think so.
Our responsibilities to the academy

are gonna keep us pretty busy.

Eh. Understandable.

Well, in that case,
I have a little something for you.

But that's the very first sword
you made, for yourself.

It is.

But anyone who drives off
an Outcast ship deserves her.

Thanks.

- But I didn't do it alone.
- I know.

That's why I made Meatlug
these fetching pair of earrings.

Fishlegs, where have you been?

We've been looking all
over the island for you.

We need you!

You hear that, girl?
They need us.