Dragons: Riders of Berk (2012–2014): Season 2, Episode 6 - Fright of Passage - full transcript

2x06 - Fright of Passage

Let's go, bud.

- Yeah.
- Wow.

- Cool.
- Wow.

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

Aurvandil's fire!

All Berkians to the
safety of your homes!

It's too late!
The Flightmare is here!

The Flightmare is here!

Ah! Don't look at it!

Save yourselves!
The Flightmare is upon us!



Uh-uh-uh.
Oh, no, you don't, Astrid.

This is not a battle for you.

Not yet, anyway.
You wait here.

Your Uncle Finn is just gonna make sure

this nasty dragon doesn't
destroy Berk again.

Here I am, ungodly beast!
Fearless Finn Hofferson!

I've been waiting ten
years for this moment.

Come and get me, if you dare!

It's Fearless Finn.
He just... froze.

Don't say anything.
The little one will hear.

It's gonna take a lot more
than that wee axe, Astrid.

You want some of this?

- That's right. Who's next?
- I-I'm pretty sure that...

Yep, I-I think you got them.
All of them.



Astrid's been killing
inanimate objects all day.

She's really wound
up about the Flightmare.

Hah!
Too bad she's wasting her time.

When the Flightmare comes,
the Hoffersons freeze.

Right, Astrid?
I mean, you are a...

- Hofferson.
- Okay, okay, let's take a deep breath.

Just because Aurvandil's fire is coming,

- doesn't mean the Flightmare is too.
- Sure, it does.

Every ten years the sky lights up
with Aurvandil's fire,

and when it does, the
Flightmare appears.

Its spectral glow and banshee-like
scream are unmistakable.

- You were saying?
- Thank you, Fishlegs.

Your extensive knowledge
of the Flightmare is timely,

- if nothing else.
- I do fancy myself to be

Berk's leading authority on the subject.
Here's a few more fun facts.

Legend has it that the Flightmare is

so terrifying, it actually freezes
its prey in their tracks.

Yeah.
Just ask frozen Finn Hofferson.

Right, Astrid?

You think it's funny, Snotlout?!
You think it's a joke

that my family name
was ruined by that dragon?!

Well, I used to, just
a couple of minutes ago.

But now, I can see how
it might be upsetting you.

Have you guys heard?
The Flightmare's coming.

Guys, we're really trying
not to talk about that.

Hate to break it to you,

but that's the only thing
anyone's talking about.

- Well, that and Astrid's Uncle.
- Hey, a little sensitivity here!

Can I get up now?

Ugh, whatever.

So thanks a lot, guys.

No problem. If you
don't need us anymore,

we gotta go get ready for
the end of the world. See ya.

I don't want to hear it, Hiccup.

I've waited my entire life for a chance

to clear my family's name,
and you're not going to stop me.

Who said anything about stopping you?

Okay, Astrid, I have to stop you.

Look, nobody loves a new and
terrifying dragon more than I do,

but I need you guys
here to protect Berk.

If that thing does show up, it's
gonna take all of us to fight it off.

Not if it never gets here.
Come on, Hiccup.

Don't tell me you haven't been dreaming

about the Flightmare, going after it,
learning about it, training it?

Well, you know, Astrid,
uh, training dragons

isn't the only thing I think about.

Are you actually saying that to me
with a straight face?

There you are, Hiccup.
I did the research you asked for.

- Uh, not now, Fishlegs.
- But I have the path of the Flightmare

right here on this map.
For generations, it's gone through

the Northern swamp on
the way to the village,

same route every time.
If I could only figure out why,

- we might be able to stop it.
- Fishlegs, Astrid doesn't want

- to talk about the Flightmare.
- Of course she does.

- Sure, I do.
- See?

So, as I was saying,
if you want to get close to it,

you're going to have to be stealthy,
virtually invisible in the dark.

Kind of like a Night Fury?

Exactly like a Night Fury.

So, when do we leave?

Aurvandil's fire is here!
Get to your homes and stay inside.

Snotlout, did you not
hear what I just said?

Get that dragon into its cage

- and you into yours!
- No way.

If the Flightmare obliterates
us all, then the last face

I want to see, besides my
own of course, is this one.

Hurry up, before the
emergency bunker is full.

Are you sure we can get in?
I hear it's very exclusive.

Don't worry. I know people.

- Hey, what was that all about?
- Oh, I'm surprised you didn't know.

Ruffnut and Tuffnut
built an emergency bunker

- in the academy.
- Emergency bunker, hmm?

- What do you say we check it out?
- I wouldn't waste your time.

It's been booked up for months.

Hah, we'll see about that.

Okay. Lots of people are gonna
want to get into our

awesome emergency bunker
when the Flightmare attacks.

So, we to need to have a secret signal

so we know who's in and who's out.

- How's that?
- Not bad, but I feel like

there should be a few more steps to it.

- What about that?
- I like it.

You sure it's not too complicated?

Hey, hey, mister.
Where do you think you're going?

Uh, inside the emergency bunker.

- Are you on the list?
- Pfft. List?

Ah, let's see here.

Uh, "Snothat, hmm, Snotman, Snotnose."

- Nope. Not on the list.
- Sorry.

- Unless you're friends with Snotman.
- What do you mean, "sorry"?

This is a very exclusive
bunker, my friend.

We can't just let anyone in.

- Hey, Gustav.
- Gustav?

Bunker time!

You're either in or you're out, pal,
but you can't stand there.

Gustav!

Listen, you seem like a nice kid.
I'll tell you what I'll do for you.

If you want to get into the bunker,
maybe you can find us one of these.

Ugh.
You've got to be kidding me!

Ugh, fine.
Come on, Hookfang.

Norm!

- He's on the list.
- Ugh. Last time I hold his face.

Okay. We are going to
observe the Flightmare, Astrid.

We're going to see what we can
learn about it, try to redirect it.

If we can't,
we are falling back to town.

- Understand?
- Sure.

Say the words,
"I understand, Hiccup."

Fine. I understand, Hiccup.

Well, that just instills
me with confidence.

There's the Northern swamp.

- Uh, sounds like we're getting close.
- Good. I can't wait to see this thing.

Uh, you won't have to wait long.
Remember, observe only!

Okay.
Well, it certainly lives up to the hype.

Astrid! What're you doing?

What do you think I'm doing?
Defending Berk and my family honor!

We'll see who's a coward!

Leave Berk now and never come back!

Here I am, ungodly beast,
Fearless Astrid Hofferson!

Come and get me if you dare.

Astrid!

Astrid!

Whoa!

Okay.
Gotta go, gotta go.

I think we lost him.

- Astrid!
- What... what happened?

The Flightmare, it sprayed you
with some kind of mist.

- It paralyzed you.
- It "froze" me.

Well, I-I guess the good
news is the effects are

only temporary, just long
enough for it to strike.

I knew my Uncle wasn't
afraid of that dragon!

He was paralyzed by it.

And let me guess...
we're falling back to town?

No.
We're following the Flightmare.

We are the only thing
between that dragon and Berk.

Yes!

What in the name of Thor?

- Hey. What's the password?
- I'm gonna break your face.

- Close enough.
- I got what you asked for.

It's real!
I totally thought I dreamed it!

So, let me in.

Oh, did we say one
rainbow-colored chicken?

We meant two rainbow-colored
chickens. Sorry.

Oh.
That's why I brought a spare.

Now let me in.
The Flightmare will be here any minute.

Wooly igloo?
Where'd you hear that?

Oh, funny one, Gustav.

Okay.
You're halfway there.

- What? Halfway?
- We have a few more things for you

to get before we can
let you in, buddy. Sorry.

You have got to be kidding me.

Look closely at my face.

But don't look too closely at his
face 'cause you might go blind.

Does it look like I'm kidding?

Oh, that wouldn't be yak butter
parfait I smell, would it?

As a matter of fact, it is.

It melts in your mouth.

I'll show you
a singing Terrible Terror.

Why does the Flightmare always take
the same route into Berk?

It always follows the stream

from the Northern
swamp into the village.

But why does it follow the water?

What is it about that stream?

How can you eat at a time like this?

Wait, that's it!
Meatlug, you're a genius!

- The Flightmare is following...
- The glowing algae.

The glow must be some sort of
reaction to Aurvandil's fire.

This must be what the
Flightmare is following.

That's why it always takes
the same path to the village.

- Hmm. Not getting it.
- You ever try to get between

Snotlout and a bowl of mutton?

Yeah, that's something
you only do once.

I get it.
The Flightmare thinks we want its food.

It attacks because it sees us
as a threat to its very survival.

- And speaking of threats...
- Quick, we need to get Toothless

up in the air so we can hide.

Yeah, don't think
that's gonna happen.

Ah, Toothless.

- It's right behind us!
- What do we do?

Toothless, to the clouds!

- You think we lost him?
- Nope.

Toothless!

Toothless, roll!

Toothless!

Hey!

Astrid!

Hiccup, look!

At least the glow wears off.
Toothless, sky!

Okay, how do we stop
the Flightmare before

- it reaches the village?
- Fishlegs.

- How's he gonna help?
- By bringing you some reinforcements.

Stormfly!

Good to see you, girl.

Fishlegs, the academy's
supposed to be on lockdown.

I know, but I was following
the stream because I think I

figured out a way to stop the
Flightmare from reaching town.

- We cut a new channel for the river...
- And divert the flow of glowing algae

- out to the sea!
- Exactly.

Toothless, Stormfly, Meatlug...

it's time to do a little
emergency landscaping.

Yak head, check.
Yak body, check.

Sheep dip, check.
Bread for the sheep dip,

gotta have that. Check.

Lingonberry smoothie,
shaken, not stirred, check.

Hold on.
Nobody move.

- I don't see it.
- Me neither.

What? See what?

A sturgeon dressed like Stoick.

Aha!

That's everything.
Now, let me in!

Yeah, we would love to,
Snotlout. Really, we would.

But you forgot the most
important thing on the list.

Singing Terrible Terror.

What? Give me that!

- You just wrote this in!
- No, we did not.

Yes, you did!
It's in a different colored ink.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Arguing with bunker
management can result in

permanent banishment.
And that's a lot of big words.

Singing Terrible Terror.
I'll give you singing Terrible...

I just want a yak butter parfait.

A live Flightmare.

- It's... it's... it's... it's...
- It's mine.

Okay, bud, time for us
to do what we came here for.

That a girl, Meatlug!

Hiccup, the Flightmare got Fishlegs!

What just happened to me?

The Flightmare... its mist
temporarily paralyzes you.

Thank Thor.
I need my legs.

They're in my name, after all.

Look out!

Okay, guys, we need to
keep cutting that channel...

but the Flightmare is guarding it.

I think I have a way to distract it.
The algae.

Let's give the Flightmare
a taste of his own medicine.

Astrid, lead the way!

- Time for a little midnight snack.
- Chow down, guys!

I always knew that was her color!

We're going to knit
you a matching blanket

when we get home, Meatlug.

Okay, it's time to see
who the real coward is.

Toothless, let's
finish off that channel.

We did it!

Now, let's get home before
anyone notices we're gone.

- Gobber!
- Oh, that yak butter melts in my...

Wake up!

Sorry, Stoick.
I had this dream.

- You and me were...
- Not another word.

Sound the alarm.
The Flightmare is coming.

Thor's hammer! There's
more than one of them.

Wait, Stoick, those
aren't Flightmares.

Hiccup. Slap me in the face.
Your dragons are glowing.

- I must still be dreaming.
- Gobber, you're wide awake.

And they are glowing.
Long story.

The good news is,
we drove the Flightmare away.

- You did?

Well done, Hiccup.
Well done.

Everyone!
You can come out of your homes!

The Flightmare is gone for good.

Excuse me, I have an
announcement to make.

We learned a lot about
the Flightmare tonight.

And I'll explain it all to you.
But the most important thing we learned

was that Fearless Finn Hofferson
was indeed fearless,

just like all the Hoffersons.

- Congratulations.
- We knew it wasn't true.

Sounds like you did
your Uncle proud, lass.

Now maybe we can just
enjoy Aurvandil's fire.

Yeah!

- I want a glowing dragon.
- Yeah, me too.

- Put that on Snotlout's list.
- Hello?

Hello?
I have your singing Terrible Terror.

What?
What?

Will you please...
shut up?!

I just really wanted
that yak butter parfait.