Dragons: Riders of Berk (2012–2014): Season 2, Episode 7 - Worst in Show - full transcript
A Terrible Terror training competition leads to a heated rivalry between Fishlegs and Snotlout, allowing Alvin to kidnap Meatlug. The kids must use their newly trained Terrors to rescue their friend.
2x07 - Worst in Show
Let's go, bud.
- Yeah.
- Wow.
- Cool.
- Wow.
- Wow, nice.
- He's pretty good.
Huh.
Anyone care to tell me
what this looks like?
A waste of perfectly good
Whispering Death eggs?
This was your plan, Mildew.
"Oh, plant the eggs under Berk,"
you said.
"they'll hatch and destroy
the village, Alvin.
There will be no one left
to get in your way, Alvin."
Well, I don't remember
saying all that.
Eh, doesn't really matter now,
does it?
Now, now, wait!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
Why should I?
Look at the positive, Alvin.
That's not really
my strong suit now, is it?
Think about it.
Uh, when life gives you
fish heads, what do you do?
I take it out on people like you.
Well, yes. That too.
But... but... but... but...
you can also make a delicious chowder.
I like chowder.
Well, these tunnels are your chowder.
They'll lead you right to the
Berk dragon training academy.
Eh, and what would I do
when I get there?
Well, the better question is,
what wouldn't you do?
What couldn't you do?
Spying?
Kidnapping?
- Dragon killing?
- Or all of the above...
I like it!
You're in luck, Mildew!
I'm not gonna kill you right now.
I hate it when he says that.
Trust me, it's better than
when he doesn't say it.
Yes, Hookfang!
Victory loop!
You know, I hate to admit it,
but Snotlout actually looks
like he's worked
on his rescue training.
Hookfa...
Uh, let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Another victim saved.
- Yeah, you got the victim part right.
- Shut up, Fishlegs.
Big deal.
So his head fell off.
It's not like
he's not on fire or anything.
Shut up, Fishlegs.
- Ah.
- Great work, Astrid.
"Great work"?
Pfft, try lame work.
Hello?
Flying dragon?
Might be a little quicker to
get to the top of the sea stack.
What if your victim is trapped
on the side of the cliff
and your dragon can't
get you close enough?
- You ever think of that?
- Yes. No.
Shut up, Astrid.
Okay, so, uh... Fishlegs.
Looks like you're up.
I call this the stop, drop...
Oh, no.
- ...and hover.
- I like it, Fishlegs.
Oh, come on!
That's not rescuing.
That's falling.
Actually, this is falling.
Hookfang, rescue.
Thank you.
Okay, guys.
You want to show us
- your rescue skill now?
- Sure.
So... let's see it.
- Uh, you are seeing it.
- Pretty cool, huh?
Our rescue skill is not
falling off this sea stack.
That way,
no actual rescue is necessary.
Ta-da!
We're still working out the kinks.
Barrel-roll multiple blast!
- Wow.
- Ooh.
- Wow.
- Ooh, wow.
Stop ooh-ing.
That's not even a rescue skill.
Of course it is. You always
need cover fire during a rescue.
Everyone knows that.
- Very impressive, Hiccup.
- Hey, Fishlegs.
You need some help getting
your nose out of Hiccup's...
- Snotlout!
- It's okay, Hiccup.
He's just mad
because he was dead last
in the rescue competition.
But what else is new?
- Uh, guys, this isn't a competition.
- Uh, yes, it is.
You know,
they say competition is
the very essence of life itself.
It's true. Weird that
she said it like that,
but it's true.
It's always a competition.
We are a team.
Everyone has a role.
No one person is better
or more important than another.
You don't really buy that, do you?
I do, actually. Yes.
Wait, do you all feel
the way Snotlout does?
Uh, Hiccup? You ride
Toothless, a Night Fury.
And the Night Fury is
at the top of the charts
for intelligence,
speed, accuracy,
and, well... everything.
- No offense, girl.
- You want to know what I think?
No!
I think we'll never know
who the best dragon trainer is
because we don't have
a level playing field.
Hang on a second.
What if we did have
a level playing field?
What if we could prove
once and for all,
who's got the skills
and who doesn't?
Trust me, Fishlegs.
You don't want that.
Oh, I think I do.
Terrible Terrors?
This is your level playing field?
As a matter of fact, yes.
We'll all choose a Terrible
Terror and have a day to train it.
And then we'll find out who's best.
Oh, man.
I can't keep a straight face.
I fail to see the humor, Snotlout.
- You guys, the point of all this is...
- You don't have a chance
to win this, fish-face,
and you want to know why?
Because there are readers,
and there are doers.
And while you've got
your nose buried
in the book of dragons,
I'm out there kicking names
and taking butts!
I think you meant that
the other way around.
I mean...
Shut up, Astrid.
- Uh, guys, come on.
- I'll tell you what, Snotlout.
You're so confident in your
dragon training superiority...
why don't we make this interesting?
All ears.
Losers clean the winner's stall...
- for a month.
- Done!
In.
Come on. We're not really
going to do this, are we?
You better strap on your helmets
'cause this guy right here...
he's bringing the pain.
Oh!
Guess I'll take this one.
Bringing the pain!
Remember, not a competition!
This is really gonna go bad in a hurry.
Well?
What do you see?
It's quite dark.
And something keeps swinging
into my face.
Oh, well, that explains it.
Another yak farm.
What is it with you people
and your yaks?
Don't look at me.
I'm a sheep person.
Hang on.
I see something.
- I think it's the academy.
- How can you be sure?
Well, it's got a sign
with a picture of a dragon on it.
Oh, and there are kids in there
training dragons. So...
That's it!
That's the academy.
Let's hold off
on the victory dance, Mildew.
I don't celebrate
until I make my first kill.
Well, trainee, I have quite a rigorous
schedule planned for you.
Step one, we need to name you.
Sorry, girl, we can't play
"toss the sheep" right now.
Okay, I've got it
narrowed down to Lars or Van.
Maybe Karsten or Slurg.
How about Death Wing?
Ooh, that's good.
Intimidating.
No, Meatlug.
I can't right now.
Daddy's gotta work
on humiliating Snotlout.
I'm gonna crush him in
the dragon training competition.
It's not a competition, Fishlegs.
Listen, I of all people know
how Snotlout has a way
of getting under your skin.
I just want to make sure
you're not losing
perspective in all this.
Death Wing and I?
No, we don't plan
on losing anything.
Uh, D-Death Wing?
Or Iggy.
We're not sure yet.
- What do you like?
- Uh, is Meatlug okay?
Of course.
Why wouldn't she be?
Okay.
Well, good talk.
Let's go, bud.
Okay, Iggy.
Time to get serious. Let's do this.
Oh, Iggy, you can do this,
you're the best, most...
most well-trained dragon ever.
No, Meatlug.
I can't right now.
Okay, time to show off
what we've trained
our Terrible Terrors to do.
Why don't you go first, Snotlout?
- Why don't you go first?
- Fine. I'll go first.
Oh, no, you don't!
I'll go first!
First, second, third...
doesn't matter.
'Cause in the end,
you're gonna come in last.
Whoa, what got into Fishlegs?
- Looks like he finally grew some...
- Whoa, how about I go first?
Especially since I don't care
whether I win or not
because this isn't
about winning or losing.
Yeah, you keep selling that.
- Loser.
- Ready, Toothless?
Now!
Sharpshot, fire!
Not bad. You're starting
off the competition
with a bang, Hiccup.
It is not a competition!
Not yet it isn't.
Well, what do you think?
- What do we think of what?
- My dragon's stealth skills.
Right. His skill's so stupid,
he didn't even show up.
Or did he?
- Oh, he's good.
- Yeah. Who's good?
Sneaky.
Then again, he can't do
what Butt and Head can do.
Let me guess... they're
gonna run into each other?
Ehh, wrong.
- They flew into each other.
- Totally different.
What are they up to?
Prepare to be amazed
at the smartest little dragon
in the archipelago.
Iggy, bring me this.
Good boy, Iggy.
Aw, who's a good little guy?
- Whatever. Lucky guess.
- Okay, you choose one.
Whoa.
I couldn't do that.
- Aha.
- Big deal.
So he plays fetch.
Well, what does
your Terrible Terror do?
This.
So...
so let me get this straight.
You trained him to bite you?
Try and pry him loose.
I dare you.
Took Gobber all day yesterday
to get him off of this leg.
You're ridiculous.
Just tell them I won, Hiccup.
You won?
Ha! Get real!
It wasn't even close.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
My Terror's stealthiness
is pretty awesome too.
Astrid, please.
There's no brains involved
in teaching a Terror to hide.
Hey, our trainees ram their
heads together at high speed.
That takes brains.
Yeah.
Really hard, rock-like brains.
- Oh, come on.
- Come on, guys.
- It's like a bear trap.
- It's so obvious I won it.
Shh, we can't let
that dragon see us.
Uh, this would be a good time
to retreat into the tunnel.
Alvin the Treacherous
doesn't retreat!
Well, then, Alvin the
Treacherous is gonna have
to explain to Stoick the Vast
what he's doing on Berk.
Meatlug?
Meatlug!
This is crazy.
Muzzle her. We'll use
the dragon as a hostage.
She's a tough one.
Hiccup, they took my Meatlug!
We're only making it worse!
He's right.
Hold your fire!
Oh, what are we gonna do, Hiccup?
Those tunnels go all over the island.
He could be going anywhere.
They don't really go
"all over" the island.
- Like, six yak farms.
- A couple of sheep pens.
Mildew's cabbage field.
Gobber's outhouse.
What? We spent a lot of time
in those tunnels.
It's a tunnel of fun.
Okay, we'll have to split up,
cover all those places.
Great.
Dibs on the beach!
Uh, what beach?
The tunnel that goes
to the secluded beach,
on the far side of the island.
I can't believe
you haven't been there.
It's white sand.
So soft on your little toes.
Okay.
Secure the dragon.
We're shoving off.
Oh, if anything happens
to my Meatlug,
- I'll never forgive myself!
- It's not your fault, Fishlegs.
- Sure, it is.
- Tuffnut.
What?
It's not my fault.
- Is it your fault?
- Nope. Not my fault.
Yeah, definitely Fishlegs' fault.
- Sorry.
- Guys, not helping.
No, no, they're right, Hiccup.
I ignored the most
important thing in my life
because I got so caught up
in beating Snotlout.
See? Bad things happen when
you try to beat the Snot-man.
What? Sometimes the truth
is hard to swallow.
You tried to tell me, Hiccup,
but I didn't listen.
Fishlegs, we will get
her back, I promise.
Hey, if you two girls are done
doing each other's hair,
there's an Outcast ship
we might wanna attack.
Give him plenty of lead.
Maybe we can take out
more dragons than I thought.
- Ha, like shooting yaks in a barrel.
- That was fun.
Back off! Or I'll run
the Gronckle through.
Hiccup, wait!
Don't fire!
Riders, hold your fire!
Fall back!
No!
We can't just leave her there!
Don't worry, Fishlegs.
We're not going to.
I don't see anything.
Maybe they aren't coming.
Oh, they'll come.
He's right.
Their sentiment is their weakness.
Isn't it, Gronckle?
Alvin, don't move.
Now let me explain, Alvin.
There was
a-a little dragon on your...
Hey!
- Yes!
- I wish I was as smart as that dragon.
I wish you were as smart
as that dragon too.
Now it's up to Sharpshot.
Oh, no, you don't!
Not so fast.
- Oh, she's not gonna make it!
- Oh, yes, she is!
Bam! Who's the best
dragon trainer now?
Pain.
Oh, I missed you too.
Just one more loose end to tie up.
Wait for it, wait for it.
Now, Toothless!
Barrel-roll multiple blast!
Oh, baby, we got you back.
Oh, Meatlug.
We all did. Together.
Guess that competition
was worth something.
Oh, for the last time,
it wasn't a competition!
Ah! Fungus... wha...
what happened?
Well, I'll give you a hint.
Your chowder turned back
into fish heads.
Shame.
I do love chowder.
- Well, let's look at the positive.
- Let's not.
Great toss, girl.
Hey, Fishlegs, we're gonna do
some more training
with the Terrors.
No can do, Hiccup.
Meatlug and I have
a lot of catching up to do.
Let's go, bud.
- Yeah.
- Wow.
- Cool.
- Wow.
- Wow, nice.
- He's pretty good.
Huh.
Anyone care to tell me
what this looks like?
A waste of perfectly good
Whispering Death eggs?
This was your plan, Mildew.
"Oh, plant the eggs under Berk,"
you said.
"they'll hatch and destroy
the village, Alvin.
There will be no one left
to get in your way, Alvin."
Well, I don't remember
saying all that.
Eh, doesn't really matter now,
does it?
Now, now, wait!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
Why should I?
Look at the positive, Alvin.
That's not really
my strong suit now, is it?
Think about it.
Uh, when life gives you
fish heads, what do you do?
I take it out on people like you.
Well, yes. That too.
But... but... but... but...
you can also make a delicious chowder.
I like chowder.
Well, these tunnels are your chowder.
They'll lead you right to the
Berk dragon training academy.
Eh, and what would I do
when I get there?
Well, the better question is,
what wouldn't you do?
What couldn't you do?
Spying?
Kidnapping?
- Dragon killing?
- Or all of the above...
I like it!
You're in luck, Mildew!
I'm not gonna kill you right now.
I hate it when he says that.
Trust me, it's better than
when he doesn't say it.
Yes, Hookfang!
Victory loop!
You know, I hate to admit it,
but Snotlout actually looks
like he's worked
on his rescue training.
Hookfa...
Uh, let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Another victim saved.
- Yeah, you got the victim part right.
- Shut up, Fishlegs.
Big deal.
So his head fell off.
It's not like
he's not on fire or anything.
Shut up, Fishlegs.
- Ah.
- Great work, Astrid.
"Great work"?
Pfft, try lame work.
Hello?
Flying dragon?
Might be a little quicker to
get to the top of the sea stack.
What if your victim is trapped
on the side of the cliff
and your dragon can't
get you close enough?
- You ever think of that?
- Yes. No.
Shut up, Astrid.
Okay, so, uh... Fishlegs.
Looks like you're up.
I call this the stop, drop...
Oh, no.
- ...and hover.
- I like it, Fishlegs.
Oh, come on!
That's not rescuing.
That's falling.
Actually, this is falling.
Hookfang, rescue.
Thank you.
Okay, guys.
You want to show us
- your rescue skill now?
- Sure.
So... let's see it.
- Uh, you are seeing it.
- Pretty cool, huh?
Our rescue skill is not
falling off this sea stack.
That way,
no actual rescue is necessary.
Ta-da!
We're still working out the kinks.
Barrel-roll multiple blast!
- Wow.
- Ooh.
- Wow.
- Ooh, wow.
Stop ooh-ing.
That's not even a rescue skill.
Of course it is. You always
need cover fire during a rescue.
Everyone knows that.
- Very impressive, Hiccup.
- Hey, Fishlegs.
You need some help getting
your nose out of Hiccup's...
- Snotlout!
- It's okay, Hiccup.
He's just mad
because he was dead last
in the rescue competition.
But what else is new?
- Uh, guys, this isn't a competition.
- Uh, yes, it is.
You know,
they say competition is
the very essence of life itself.
It's true. Weird that
she said it like that,
but it's true.
It's always a competition.
We are a team.
Everyone has a role.
No one person is better
or more important than another.
You don't really buy that, do you?
I do, actually. Yes.
Wait, do you all feel
the way Snotlout does?
Uh, Hiccup? You ride
Toothless, a Night Fury.
And the Night Fury is
at the top of the charts
for intelligence,
speed, accuracy,
and, well... everything.
- No offense, girl.
- You want to know what I think?
No!
I think we'll never know
who the best dragon trainer is
because we don't have
a level playing field.
Hang on a second.
What if we did have
a level playing field?
What if we could prove
once and for all,
who's got the skills
and who doesn't?
Trust me, Fishlegs.
You don't want that.
Oh, I think I do.
Terrible Terrors?
This is your level playing field?
As a matter of fact, yes.
We'll all choose a Terrible
Terror and have a day to train it.
And then we'll find out who's best.
Oh, man.
I can't keep a straight face.
I fail to see the humor, Snotlout.
- You guys, the point of all this is...
- You don't have a chance
to win this, fish-face,
and you want to know why?
Because there are readers,
and there are doers.
And while you've got
your nose buried
in the book of dragons,
I'm out there kicking names
and taking butts!
I think you meant that
the other way around.
I mean...
Shut up, Astrid.
- Uh, guys, come on.
- I'll tell you what, Snotlout.
You're so confident in your
dragon training superiority...
why don't we make this interesting?
All ears.
Losers clean the winner's stall...
- for a month.
- Done!
In.
Come on. We're not really
going to do this, are we?
You better strap on your helmets
'cause this guy right here...
he's bringing the pain.
Oh!
Guess I'll take this one.
Bringing the pain!
Remember, not a competition!
This is really gonna go bad in a hurry.
Well?
What do you see?
It's quite dark.
And something keeps swinging
into my face.
Oh, well, that explains it.
Another yak farm.
What is it with you people
and your yaks?
Don't look at me.
I'm a sheep person.
Hang on.
I see something.
- I think it's the academy.
- How can you be sure?
Well, it's got a sign
with a picture of a dragon on it.
Oh, and there are kids in there
training dragons. So...
That's it!
That's the academy.
Let's hold off
on the victory dance, Mildew.
I don't celebrate
until I make my first kill.
Well, trainee, I have quite a rigorous
schedule planned for you.
Step one, we need to name you.
Sorry, girl, we can't play
"toss the sheep" right now.
Okay, I've got it
narrowed down to Lars or Van.
Maybe Karsten or Slurg.
How about Death Wing?
Ooh, that's good.
Intimidating.
No, Meatlug.
I can't right now.
Daddy's gotta work
on humiliating Snotlout.
I'm gonna crush him in
the dragon training competition.
It's not a competition, Fishlegs.
Listen, I of all people know
how Snotlout has a way
of getting under your skin.
I just want to make sure
you're not losing
perspective in all this.
Death Wing and I?
No, we don't plan
on losing anything.
Uh, D-Death Wing?
Or Iggy.
We're not sure yet.
- What do you like?
- Uh, is Meatlug okay?
Of course.
Why wouldn't she be?
Okay.
Well, good talk.
Let's go, bud.
Okay, Iggy.
Time to get serious. Let's do this.
Oh, Iggy, you can do this,
you're the best, most...
most well-trained dragon ever.
No, Meatlug.
I can't right now.
Okay, time to show off
what we've trained
our Terrible Terrors to do.
Why don't you go first, Snotlout?
- Why don't you go first?
- Fine. I'll go first.
Oh, no, you don't!
I'll go first!
First, second, third...
doesn't matter.
'Cause in the end,
you're gonna come in last.
Whoa, what got into Fishlegs?
- Looks like he finally grew some...
- Whoa, how about I go first?
Especially since I don't care
whether I win or not
because this isn't
about winning or losing.
Yeah, you keep selling that.
- Loser.
- Ready, Toothless?
Now!
Sharpshot, fire!
Not bad. You're starting
off the competition
with a bang, Hiccup.
It is not a competition!
Not yet it isn't.
Well, what do you think?
- What do we think of what?
- My dragon's stealth skills.
Right. His skill's so stupid,
he didn't even show up.
Or did he?
- Oh, he's good.
- Yeah. Who's good?
Sneaky.
Then again, he can't do
what Butt and Head can do.
Let me guess... they're
gonna run into each other?
Ehh, wrong.
- They flew into each other.
- Totally different.
What are they up to?
Prepare to be amazed
at the smartest little dragon
in the archipelago.
Iggy, bring me this.
Good boy, Iggy.
Aw, who's a good little guy?
- Whatever. Lucky guess.
- Okay, you choose one.
Whoa.
I couldn't do that.
- Aha.
- Big deal.
So he plays fetch.
Well, what does
your Terrible Terror do?
This.
So...
so let me get this straight.
You trained him to bite you?
Try and pry him loose.
I dare you.
Took Gobber all day yesterday
to get him off of this leg.
You're ridiculous.
Just tell them I won, Hiccup.
You won?
Ha! Get real!
It wasn't even close.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
My Terror's stealthiness
is pretty awesome too.
Astrid, please.
There's no brains involved
in teaching a Terror to hide.
Hey, our trainees ram their
heads together at high speed.
That takes brains.
Yeah.
Really hard, rock-like brains.
- Oh, come on.
- Come on, guys.
- It's like a bear trap.
- It's so obvious I won it.
Shh, we can't let
that dragon see us.
Uh, this would be a good time
to retreat into the tunnel.
Alvin the Treacherous
doesn't retreat!
Well, then, Alvin the
Treacherous is gonna have
to explain to Stoick the Vast
what he's doing on Berk.
Meatlug?
Meatlug!
This is crazy.
Muzzle her. We'll use
the dragon as a hostage.
She's a tough one.
Hiccup, they took my Meatlug!
We're only making it worse!
He's right.
Hold your fire!
Oh, what are we gonna do, Hiccup?
Those tunnels go all over the island.
He could be going anywhere.
They don't really go
"all over" the island.
- Like, six yak farms.
- A couple of sheep pens.
Mildew's cabbage field.
Gobber's outhouse.
What? We spent a lot of time
in those tunnels.
It's a tunnel of fun.
Okay, we'll have to split up,
cover all those places.
Great.
Dibs on the beach!
Uh, what beach?
The tunnel that goes
to the secluded beach,
on the far side of the island.
I can't believe
you haven't been there.
It's white sand.
So soft on your little toes.
Okay.
Secure the dragon.
We're shoving off.
Oh, if anything happens
to my Meatlug,
- I'll never forgive myself!
- It's not your fault, Fishlegs.
- Sure, it is.
- Tuffnut.
What?
It's not my fault.
- Is it your fault?
- Nope. Not my fault.
Yeah, definitely Fishlegs' fault.
- Sorry.
- Guys, not helping.
No, no, they're right, Hiccup.
I ignored the most
important thing in my life
because I got so caught up
in beating Snotlout.
See? Bad things happen when
you try to beat the Snot-man.
What? Sometimes the truth
is hard to swallow.
You tried to tell me, Hiccup,
but I didn't listen.
Fishlegs, we will get
her back, I promise.
Hey, if you two girls are done
doing each other's hair,
there's an Outcast ship
we might wanna attack.
Give him plenty of lead.
Maybe we can take out
more dragons than I thought.
- Ha, like shooting yaks in a barrel.
- That was fun.
Back off! Or I'll run
the Gronckle through.
Hiccup, wait!
Don't fire!
Riders, hold your fire!
Fall back!
No!
We can't just leave her there!
Don't worry, Fishlegs.
We're not going to.
I don't see anything.
Maybe they aren't coming.
Oh, they'll come.
He's right.
Their sentiment is their weakness.
Isn't it, Gronckle?
Alvin, don't move.
Now let me explain, Alvin.
There was
a-a little dragon on your...
Hey!
- Yes!
- I wish I was as smart as that dragon.
I wish you were as smart
as that dragon too.
Now it's up to Sharpshot.
Oh, no, you don't!
Not so fast.
- Oh, she's not gonna make it!
- Oh, yes, she is!
Bam! Who's the best
dragon trainer now?
Pain.
Oh, I missed you too.
Just one more loose end to tie up.
Wait for it, wait for it.
Now, Toothless!
Barrel-roll multiple blast!
Oh, baby, we got you back.
Oh, Meatlug.
We all did. Together.
Guess that competition
was worth something.
Oh, for the last time,
it wasn't a competition!
Ah! Fungus... wha...
what happened?
Well, I'll give you a hint.
Your chowder turned back
into fish heads.
Shame.
I do love chowder.
- Well, let's look at the positive.
- Let's not.
Great toss, girl.
Hey, Fishlegs, we're gonna do
some more training
with the Terrors.
No can do, Hiccup.
Meatlug and I have
a lot of catching up to do.