Dragons: Riders of Berk (2012–2014): Season 3, Episode 18 - Snotlout Gets the Axe - full transcript
[title music]
[Hiccup] This changes everything.
_
[Hookfang snarls]
Coming in hot.
[cheerfully] Ha-ha. That's right.
Get some, Dragon Hunters. Get some!
Snotlout, Snotlout! Oy, oy, oy!
Ha!
[screeches]
[Snotlout screams]
[groans]
The judge from Berserker Island
gave you a six.
Um, nice effort, Snotlout.
We all need to stay sharp,
especially with Dragon Hunters
on the loose.
Astrid, you're up.
You really should loosen
your grip a little, boy-o.
It maximizes
the bone shattering potential.
- Dad?
- Spitelout!
Uh, what a... what a pleasant surprise.
Um. Dull.
[chuckles]
Yeah, I was just telling them that, Dad.
- Hey, did you see that...
- I come with news from Berk.
There's to be a union tomorrow
between two proud houses,
our family, House Jorgenson, and...
What kind of muttonhead
would marry into the Jorgensons?
...Astrid's family, House Hofferson.
- Wait, did he just say, "House Hofferson?"
- That is unprecedented.
There has never been
a union between these two families.
Hoffersons have always
disliked Jorgensons and...
Jorgensons have always
irritated Hofferson.
Wait, this means
Snotlout is gonna be... family?!
What's the problem, "cuz"?
This is just going to bring us... closer.
[grunting]
Welcome to the family, lass.
Now, on to business.
Wow.
The Jorgenson Family Ceremonial Axe.
There's never been a union without it.
Aye. And, as you know,
it will need to be present tomorrow
at Berk's sacred matrimonial site,
the Island of Friga,
to chop down the Betrothal Birch
for this union to be official.
So, you, Snotlout, will be delivering it.
- Sweet.
- That's quite an honor, Snotlout.
This privilege is only
given to the bravest
and most virile member
of the Jorgenson clan.
And you guys are looking at him!
Boom, baby! Wow!
I would have done it myself,
if I wasn't already responsible
for procuring the beasts
for the union's ceremonial 400-boar feast.
But I am the family's natural
second choice for the job.
Of course, Hedgelout wasn't available.
He's still missing at sea.
Third choice. That's still good, right?
[Hookfang growls]
- And then there was Griplout.
- Griplout?
Are you talking about the Jorgenson
that lost both his arms
- in that freak mutton accident?
- Aye, he just couldn't get
a good enough
hold on the axe with his teeth.
Remember,
there's a lot riding on this, boy-o.
No axe, no wedding.
No wedding... Well, hopefully you're
smart enough to at
least figure that out.
Whelp, I have to be on my way.
Boars don't grow on trees, you know.
Thank Thor I don't have to go
to that ridiculous...
Oh, lass. Your folks are expecting you
to represent your
family at the ceremony.
- So better get a move on.
- Ugh! [chuckles]
- [Spitelout] You, too, Hiccup.
- What? Me?
Aye. Stoick's orders.
You're representing the Haddocks.
[groans]
Yeah, tell me about it.
See you at the ceremony!
Onward, dragon.
Spitelout, Spitelout! Oy, oy, oy.
Don't worry, Dad. I got this.
What are you all looking at?
I can do this!
[smack]
[chicken clucking]
[screams]
Don't you just love union ceremonies?
- Don't know. Never been to one.
- What, really?
Yeah, us Thorstons are not
exactly the marrying kind.
- We're more of the mutton kind.
- Well, as luck would have it,
I am some what of an authority
on Viking union ceremonies.
What do you say the both
of you meet me at my hut later,
I will teach you
everything you need to know.
Great! Because we know very little
about most things.
Ugh.
[Stormfly roars]
Last one picked.
He could have more
faith in me than that.
What?! What did I ever do?
Well, there was that time you brought
all those Changewing eggs,
- and nearly destroyed the village.
- Fishlegs' fault.
There was that time you released
the Skrill from its ice block.
- And nearly destroyed the village.
- Twins' fault.
What about flying us into the waterspout
and crash-landing us on Outcast Island?
- That was terrific.
- Act of Thor.
Act of Snotlout.
All I know is when I ride in
with this axe,
I'm gonna shove it in
all their Jorgenson faces.
Boom!
"No axe, no wedding, boy-o..."
[exclaiming in shock]
Toothless, power dive!
I don't see it.
It's gotta be down there.
We have to go and get it back.
It could be anywhere.
That island isn't exactly tiny.
If it even landed there
and not in the ocean.
We're finding that axe.
We have till sundown.
[Hookfang snarls]
- Whew.
- Ugh.
Hey, is it too late to call Griplout?
[sarcastically] Ha-ha. That's funny.
Keep it up, Astrid. Keep it up.
[Snotlout panting]
Hm.
Huh?
[cheerfully] Ha-ha.
There it is. See?
I'll just grab it
and we'll get back up in the air.
Problem solved.
[snarls]
What is it, bud?
[growls]
What's gotten into them?
[Stormfly snarling]
And, it's in one piece?
This could've gone way worse.
[groaning]
It's really stuck in there.
[loud rumbling]
Huh.
[grunting]
[intense rumbling]
Snotlout!
[screams]
[grunts]
Oh, no.
[snarls]
Okay, now it's way worse!
[roars]
[snarling]
[shouting]
Watch out!
[roars]
Ha. Hey!
This is my family's axe.
Give it up! [groaning]
[snarls]
Snotlout, let go of the axe!
No way, Hiccup. I'm not
leaving this island without it.
[snarls]
[Snotlout] Whoa!
- He's gonna get himself killed.
- What else is new?
[Snotlout screaming]
[groans] Hey, watch it!
Keep blasting, Hookfang,
we'll get in close.
Astrid, follow me.
[whimpering]
Steady, Stormfly!
Up, up!
[whimpering]
Whoa.
Stormfly, what's wrong?
Hang in there.
Hiccup, that blast does
a number on the eyes.
Whoa! Good to know.
Okay, bud, let's stay
clear of those blasts.
[grunts]
[Hiccup] Toothless. Look out!
[screaming]
[groans]
[growling]
Toothless!
[snarling]
Hang on, bud.
Things are about to heat up.
Whew!
Thank you, Gronckle Iron.
[roaring]
Don't let up, Hookfang!
Pour it on!
[snarling]
[Snotlout exclaiming]
- It's gone.
- But so is the axe.
- Snotlout, what are you doing?
- There's still time!
[growling]
- No!
- Astrid, we have to.
This is his mess.
Let him clean it up.
[growling]
Fine.
Okay, so table etiquette
is not really your strong suits.
[loud munching]
[Tuffnut] Oh, yeah.
[Fishlegs screaming]
Why don't we move on
to the actual union ceremony?
Ruffnut, you can stand in for our bride,
and I will be the groom.
- Tuffnut, you can be our officiator.
- Whoa!
Nice. I'm finally official.
Those would be the traditional Viking
union words. You read them.
Ugh. [sighs]
- Out loud.
- Oh, okay. I read them in my head.
Anyhoo...
"Ye, Fishlegs Ingerman, child of Odin,
dost taketh Ruffnut Eugene Thorston,
daughter of Freyja, to be his betrothed.
And, by utterance of these words,
this union may only be broken
in the Halls of Valhalla."
You may head-butt the bride.
[chuckles]
I just added that part.
Great, so that's how a Viking
union ceremony is performed.
It's nice, isn't it?
Now we dance.
- Oh, girl.
- Oh, wait a second.
I knew it. This stuff
all looked familiar.
It's all coming back to
me now. This is same as
when I trained with the
town officiator back on Berk.
You did what?
I took a course, in performing
Viking union ceremonies.
Slipped my mind.
I am a man of many talents, after all.
So you officially trained
with the town officiator?
I mean, that's a lot of
officiating, but yeah.
Tuff can perform
Viking union ceremonies.
We've just never been to one of those.
I can check that off my bucket list.
Wait.
Do you know what this means?
Oh, yeah, I do.
A whole new world is open to me.
A new career.
New potentiality, new possibilities.
And all those happy officiated faces
looking back at me
into my eyes with gratitude.
[whimpering]
No? Okay, you go.
It means Ruffnut and I just got... married!
[smooches]
[whimpering]
And Viking unions are forever!
It can only be broken in Valhalla.
[whimpering]
There he is.
If it welds my axe to its body,
I'll never get it back.
Easy, Snotlout. We can't risk
another dust-up with ol'
"Armor Wing" over there.
I cannot go to that wedding
without the axe.
But, we can't get close enough
to pry it free.
Hey, you know what's near here?
Hiccup, hand me your map.
- Uh... Ha! That's it!
- What's "it"?
We can't get close to that dragon,
but something else can.
You know, you never
really make much sense,
but this is bad, even for you.
We have an axe to steal
and I know the perfect guys for the job.
We're going to Breakneck Bog and we're
training us some
Smothering Smokebreaths.
[moans]
Don't worry, girl. There has to be some
way to dissolve this union.
It can't actually only be
broken in Valhalla, right?
[growling]
Um, what are you doing?
[table screeching]
I'm thinking, I want to
do a kind of dead animal
- carcass thing in the corner there.
- No, absolutely not!
There'll be no dead animals
in this home, Ruffnut.
- What did you just call me?
- I just called you...
We're gonna have to lose
that "Ruffnut" thing.
We're married.
From now on, it's either honey,
sweetie, dear or snookie-pie.
- Got it?
- "Snookie-pie"?
Better. Now, we're gonna
have to get rid of some
of your stuff to make room around here.
Let's start with those...
dragon figurines.
[Meatlug snarls]
But they're vintage.
- And, now they're gone.
- What exactly are we making room for?
For us.
What? You didn't think we weren't
part of this deal, did you?
Don't worry, girl, I will figure this out.
I always wanted a brother.
You've made us so happy, Fishlegs.
Can I just remind everyone
that Smothering Smokebreaths
cannot be trained?
Maybe, but they love metal
and could be the only hope I have
of getting that axe back.
Ugh.
[Hiccup] They must be out hunting.
We got lucky.
This is perfect! We'll
use whatever metal we pull
to lure them to the Armor Wing.
We need to work faster.
They won't be happy when they see
what we're doing to their nest.
[snarling]
Uh, guys?
Ugh!
[snarling]
Everyone, grab as much metal
as you can carry.
Let's get these guys to the Armor Wing.
Hookfang, wing blast!
Ha-ha! Is this the best idea
I've ever had, or what?
Bar's not really high
on that one is it, Snotlout?
Yeah, well your bar's so...
Shut it, Hiccup.
[Ruffnut] Silent Sven's wife
has a fish-gutting station.
I want a fish-gutting station, too!
[Fishlegs] But, dear, where
will you put it? There's no room.
[grunting]
Now there's room.
It's not so bad, Meatlug,
we can make the best of it.
Hey, bro-in-law,
wifey wants you back inside.
She says you have to start
learning how to fly Belch,
ya kmow since you guys are married now.
But, my Meatlug. She's my...
[Ruffnut] Fishlegs!
Get your butt in here.
Coming, dear.
Newlyweds, am I right?
[Meatlug farts]
[chuckles]
You said it, sister.
[Snotlout] Yeah-ha!
Just a little further, boys.
You're gonna be happy we ripped you off.
Feast your beady eyes on that!
[growling]
[roars]
It's actually working!
That's it!
Bring the axe to Snotty.
Hey, my axe! We had a deal,
you little deal-breakers.
[roars]
[grunts]
I got him, Snotlout.
We'll funnel him towards you.
Boom!
[laughs]
Thank you.
There's too many of them.
We need to get in
there and break this up.
No scales!
That's why it needs metal.
- What's happening?
- The Smokebreaths think
the Armor Wing is one
giant piece of metal.
We can't let them pull its armor
apart. It'll be defenseless.
- So, what do we do?
- Follow me.
We have to fly it through
the Armor Wing's blasts.
- We have to what?
- Trust me.
Okay, Stormfly, now twirl!
[Astrid] Huh.
Stormfly!
[Snotlout grunts]
[gasps]
I owed you one.
[growls in pain]
Hey, Smokies, check this out!
[screeching]
Whew!
[growling softly]
[snarls]
Now I think we earned its trust,
but I still wouldn't push our luck.
Sundown! Snotlout, you
need to get out of here.
She's right. Go.
We'll be right behind you.
Oh, no.
[snorting]
Hookfang, we're too late.
Snotlout, we'll say it was our fault.
Yeah. We can say we're the ones
that made you late.
No. It was my fault.
I got this.
I know what you're gonna say, Dad.
I messed up again.
I ruined the union ceremony.
And I let you down,
and all the Jorgensons down.
But you have no idea what I
went through to get this here.
I risked my life and my friends' lives
fighting a gigantic torch-breathing
dragon for this stupid thing.
And if that's not good enough for you,
then I guess I'm never going
to be good enough!
I said it!
So, here is your stupid axe,
and sorry about the ceremony.
What in Thor are you
going on about, boy-o?
- There's not going to be a union.
- Wait, what?
Oh, a brawl broke out
at the rehearsal dinner.
It's a good thing you didn't get
the axe here earlier.
It would've got really ugly.
But, nice work anyway, Son.
I knew I could count on you.
Whelp, if we're done here,
I have 400 boars to return.
[grunting]
He knew he could count on me.
Spitelout, Spitelout! Oy, oy, oy!
[cheerfully] Ha-ha, whoo-hoo!
Whoo-hoo!
- Yeah!
- What in the name of Thor?!
Come on, girl. We're related.
Come on, come on, girl. Come on.
Eh, guys, what's going on?
Hiccup, meet the Ingerman-Thorstons.
We're the model of a modern Viking family.
We've only been gone a day!
What possibly could have happened?!
You remember how I studied
with the officiator, back on Berk?
While you guys were gone,
I accidentally married Ruff and Fishlegs.
But despite that little snafu,
we're all very happy now.
[growls]
Well, most of us anyway.
Uh. Tuffnut, I hate to break it to you,
but you can't perform Viking unions.
Wait, what?
I can't? Are you sure?
You never completed your
training because the officiator
jumped off a cliff halfway
through your first lesson.
[chuckles]
That was so funny.
Oh, right, yeah. It
was probably a bad idea
to hold classes on the edge of a cliff.
I mean, we lost a lot of
good educators that way,
especially the ones I pushed.
Wait. Why are you here?
Shouldn't you be at the union?
- Ha. Long story.
- But we did find a new dragon.
[gasps] A new dragon?
Great, I get married and
no one calls me anymore!
Fishlegs!
My feet need massaging.
- They're getting sweaty again.
- Coming, dear. [whimpers]
Hey, bro-in-law, remember
how I married you and Ruff?
Well, it turns out
that I can't marry people after all.
So, presto!
Union dissolved.
What?
Oh, that's incredible!
I haven't been this happy
since my wedding day.
My wedding day...
[screams]
Aw, my door is always open.
And I guess you can keep the shark.
Fishlegs married Ruffnut.
I guess anything is possible.
Well, one thing's for certain, no
Hofferson will ever marry a Jorgenson.
Never say never, right, Astrid?
[chuckles]
Never.
[all laughing]
[Snotlout] How long is "never"?
[Hiccup] This changes everything.
_
[Hookfang snarls]
Coming in hot.
[cheerfully] Ha-ha. That's right.
Get some, Dragon Hunters. Get some!
Snotlout, Snotlout! Oy, oy, oy!
Ha!
[screeches]
[Snotlout screams]
[groans]
The judge from Berserker Island
gave you a six.
Um, nice effort, Snotlout.
We all need to stay sharp,
especially with Dragon Hunters
on the loose.
Astrid, you're up.
You really should loosen
your grip a little, boy-o.
It maximizes
the bone shattering potential.
- Dad?
- Spitelout!
Uh, what a... what a pleasant surprise.
Um. Dull.
[chuckles]
Yeah, I was just telling them that, Dad.
- Hey, did you see that...
- I come with news from Berk.
There's to be a union tomorrow
between two proud houses,
our family, House Jorgenson, and...
What kind of muttonhead
would marry into the Jorgensons?
...Astrid's family, House Hofferson.
- Wait, did he just say, "House Hofferson?"
- That is unprecedented.
There has never been
a union between these two families.
Hoffersons have always
disliked Jorgensons and...
Jorgensons have always
irritated Hofferson.
Wait, this means
Snotlout is gonna be... family?!
What's the problem, "cuz"?
This is just going to bring us... closer.
[grunting]
Welcome to the family, lass.
Now, on to business.
Wow.
The Jorgenson Family Ceremonial Axe.
There's never been a union without it.
Aye. And, as you know,
it will need to be present tomorrow
at Berk's sacred matrimonial site,
the Island of Friga,
to chop down the Betrothal Birch
for this union to be official.
So, you, Snotlout, will be delivering it.
- Sweet.
- That's quite an honor, Snotlout.
This privilege is only
given to the bravest
and most virile member
of the Jorgenson clan.
And you guys are looking at him!
Boom, baby! Wow!
I would have done it myself,
if I wasn't already responsible
for procuring the beasts
for the union's ceremonial 400-boar feast.
But I am the family's natural
second choice for the job.
Of course, Hedgelout wasn't available.
He's still missing at sea.
Third choice. That's still good, right?
[Hookfang growls]
- And then there was Griplout.
- Griplout?
Are you talking about the Jorgenson
that lost both his arms
- in that freak mutton accident?
- Aye, he just couldn't get
a good enough
hold on the axe with his teeth.
Remember,
there's a lot riding on this, boy-o.
No axe, no wedding.
No wedding... Well, hopefully you're
smart enough to at
least figure that out.
Whelp, I have to be on my way.
Boars don't grow on trees, you know.
Thank Thor I don't have to go
to that ridiculous...
Oh, lass. Your folks are expecting you
to represent your
family at the ceremony.
- So better get a move on.
- Ugh! [chuckles]
- [Spitelout] You, too, Hiccup.
- What? Me?
Aye. Stoick's orders.
You're representing the Haddocks.
[groans]
Yeah, tell me about it.
See you at the ceremony!
Onward, dragon.
Spitelout, Spitelout! Oy, oy, oy.
Don't worry, Dad. I got this.
What are you all looking at?
I can do this!
[smack]
[chicken clucking]
[screams]
Don't you just love union ceremonies?
- Don't know. Never been to one.
- What, really?
Yeah, us Thorstons are not
exactly the marrying kind.
- We're more of the mutton kind.
- Well, as luck would have it,
I am some what of an authority
on Viking union ceremonies.
What do you say the both
of you meet me at my hut later,
I will teach you
everything you need to know.
Great! Because we know very little
about most things.
Ugh.
[Stormfly roars]
Last one picked.
He could have more
faith in me than that.
What?! What did I ever do?
Well, there was that time you brought
all those Changewing eggs,
- and nearly destroyed the village.
- Fishlegs' fault.
There was that time you released
the Skrill from its ice block.
- And nearly destroyed the village.
- Twins' fault.
What about flying us into the waterspout
and crash-landing us on Outcast Island?
- That was terrific.
- Act of Thor.
Act of Snotlout.
All I know is when I ride in
with this axe,
I'm gonna shove it in
all their Jorgenson faces.
Boom!
"No axe, no wedding, boy-o..."
[exclaiming in shock]
Toothless, power dive!
I don't see it.
It's gotta be down there.
We have to go and get it back.
It could be anywhere.
That island isn't exactly tiny.
If it even landed there
and not in the ocean.
We're finding that axe.
We have till sundown.
[Hookfang snarls]
- Whew.
- Ugh.
Hey, is it too late to call Griplout?
[sarcastically] Ha-ha. That's funny.
Keep it up, Astrid. Keep it up.
[Snotlout panting]
Hm.
Huh?
[cheerfully] Ha-ha.
There it is. See?
I'll just grab it
and we'll get back up in the air.
Problem solved.
[snarls]
What is it, bud?
[growls]
What's gotten into them?
[Stormfly snarling]
And, it's in one piece?
This could've gone way worse.
[groaning]
It's really stuck in there.
[loud rumbling]
Huh.
[grunting]
[intense rumbling]
Snotlout!
[screams]
[grunts]
Oh, no.
[snarls]
Okay, now it's way worse!
[roars]
[snarling]
[shouting]
Watch out!
[roars]
Ha. Hey!
This is my family's axe.
Give it up! [groaning]
[snarls]
Snotlout, let go of the axe!
No way, Hiccup. I'm not
leaving this island without it.
[snarls]
[Snotlout] Whoa!
- He's gonna get himself killed.
- What else is new?
[Snotlout screaming]
[groans] Hey, watch it!
Keep blasting, Hookfang,
we'll get in close.
Astrid, follow me.
[whimpering]
Steady, Stormfly!
Up, up!
[whimpering]
Whoa.
Stormfly, what's wrong?
Hang in there.
Hiccup, that blast does
a number on the eyes.
Whoa! Good to know.
Okay, bud, let's stay
clear of those blasts.
[grunts]
[Hiccup] Toothless. Look out!
[screaming]
[groans]
[growling]
Toothless!
[snarling]
Hang on, bud.
Things are about to heat up.
Whew!
Thank you, Gronckle Iron.
[roaring]
Don't let up, Hookfang!
Pour it on!
[snarling]
[Snotlout exclaiming]
- It's gone.
- But so is the axe.
- Snotlout, what are you doing?
- There's still time!
[growling]
- No!
- Astrid, we have to.
This is his mess.
Let him clean it up.
[growling]
Fine.
Okay, so table etiquette
is not really your strong suits.
[loud munching]
[Tuffnut] Oh, yeah.
[Fishlegs screaming]
Why don't we move on
to the actual union ceremony?
Ruffnut, you can stand in for our bride,
and I will be the groom.
- Tuffnut, you can be our officiator.
- Whoa!
Nice. I'm finally official.
Those would be the traditional Viking
union words. You read them.
Ugh. [sighs]
- Out loud.
- Oh, okay. I read them in my head.
Anyhoo...
"Ye, Fishlegs Ingerman, child of Odin,
dost taketh Ruffnut Eugene Thorston,
daughter of Freyja, to be his betrothed.
And, by utterance of these words,
this union may only be broken
in the Halls of Valhalla."
You may head-butt the bride.
[chuckles]
I just added that part.
Great, so that's how a Viking
union ceremony is performed.
It's nice, isn't it?
Now we dance.
- Oh, girl.
- Oh, wait a second.
I knew it. This stuff
all looked familiar.
It's all coming back to
me now. This is same as
when I trained with the
town officiator back on Berk.
You did what?
I took a course, in performing
Viking union ceremonies.
Slipped my mind.
I am a man of many talents, after all.
So you officially trained
with the town officiator?
I mean, that's a lot of
officiating, but yeah.
Tuff can perform
Viking union ceremonies.
We've just never been to one of those.
I can check that off my bucket list.
Wait.
Do you know what this means?
Oh, yeah, I do.
A whole new world is open to me.
A new career.
New potentiality, new possibilities.
And all those happy officiated faces
looking back at me
into my eyes with gratitude.
[whimpering]
No? Okay, you go.
It means Ruffnut and I just got... married!
[smooches]
[whimpering]
And Viking unions are forever!
It can only be broken in Valhalla.
[whimpering]
There he is.
If it welds my axe to its body,
I'll never get it back.
Easy, Snotlout. We can't risk
another dust-up with ol'
"Armor Wing" over there.
I cannot go to that wedding
without the axe.
But, we can't get close enough
to pry it free.
Hey, you know what's near here?
Hiccup, hand me your map.
- Uh... Ha! That's it!
- What's "it"?
We can't get close to that dragon,
but something else can.
You know, you never
really make much sense,
but this is bad, even for you.
We have an axe to steal
and I know the perfect guys for the job.
We're going to Breakneck Bog and we're
training us some
Smothering Smokebreaths.
[moans]
Don't worry, girl. There has to be some
way to dissolve this union.
It can't actually only be
broken in Valhalla, right?
[growling]
Um, what are you doing?
[table screeching]
I'm thinking, I want to
do a kind of dead animal
- carcass thing in the corner there.
- No, absolutely not!
There'll be no dead animals
in this home, Ruffnut.
- What did you just call me?
- I just called you...
We're gonna have to lose
that "Ruffnut" thing.
We're married.
From now on, it's either honey,
sweetie, dear or snookie-pie.
- Got it?
- "Snookie-pie"?
Better. Now, we're gonna
have to get rid of some
of your stuff to make room around here.
Let's start with those...
dragon figurines.
[Meatlug snarls]
But they're vintage.
- And, now they're gone.
- What exactly are we making room for?
For us.
What? You didn't think we weren't
part of this deal, did you?
Don't worry, girl, I will figure this out.
I always wanted a brother.
You've made us so happy, Fishlegs.
Can I just remind everyone
that Smothering Smokebreaths
cannot be trained?
Maybe, but they love metal
and could be the only hope I have
of getting that axe back.
Ugh.
[Hiccup] They must be out hunting.
We got lucky.
This is perfect! We'll
use whatever metal we pull
to lure them to the Armor Wing.
We need to work faster.
They won't be happy when they see
what we're doing to their nest.
[snarling]
Uh, guys?
Ugh!
[snarling]
Everyone, grab as much metal
as you can carry.
Let's get these guys to the Armor Wing.
Hookfang, wing blast!
Ha-ha! Is this the best idea
I've ever had, or what?
Bar's not really high
on that one is it, Snotlout?
Yeah, well your bar's so...
Shut it, Hiccup.
[Ruffnut] Silent Sven's wife
has a fish-gutting station.
I want a fish-gutting station, too!
[Fishlegs] But, dear, where
will you put it? There's no room.
[grunting]
Now there's room.
It's not so bad, Meatlug,
we can make the best of it.
Hey, bro-in-law,
wifey wants you back inside.
She says you have to start
learning how to fly Belch,
ya kmow since you guys are married now.
But, my Meatlug. She's my...
[Ruffnut] Fishlegs!
Get your butt in here.
Coming, dear.
Newlyweds, am I right?
[Meatlug farts]
[chuckles]
You said it, sister.
[Snotlout] Yeah-ha!
Just a little further, boys.
You're gonna be happy we ripped you off.
Feast your beady eyes on that!
[growling]
[roars]
It's actually working!
That's it!
Bring the axe to Snotty.
Hey, my axe! We had a deal,
you little deal-breakers.
[roars]
[grunts]
I got him, Snotlout.
We'll funnel him towards you.
Boom!
[laughs]
Thank you.
There's too many of them.
We need to get in
there and break this up.
No scales!
That's why it needs metal.
- What's happening?
- The Smokebreaths think
the Armor Wing is one
giant piece of metal.
We can't let them pull its armor
apart. It'll be defenseless.
- So, what do we do?
- Follow me.
We have to fly it through
the Armor Wing's blasts.
- We have to what?
- Trust me.
Okay, Stormfly, now twirl!
[Astrid] Huh.
Stormfly!
[Snotlout grunts]
[gasps]
I owed you one.
[growls in pain]
Hey, Smokies, check this out!
[screeching]
Whew!
[growling softly]
[snarls]
Now I think we earned its trust,
but I still wouldn't push our luck.
Sundown! Snotlout, you
need to get out of here.
She's right. Go.
We'll be right behind you.
Oh, no.
[snorting]
Hookfang, we're too late.
Snotlout, we'll say it was our fault.
Yeah. We can say we're the ones
that made you late.
No. It was my fault.
I got this.
I know what you're gonna say, Dad.
I messed up again.
I ruined the union ceremony.
And I let you down,
and all the Jorgensons down.
But you have no idea what I
went through to get this here.
I risked my life and my friends' lives
fighting a gigantic torch-breathing
dragon for this stupid thing.
And if that's not good enough for you,
then I guess I'm never going
to be good enough!
I said it!
So, here is your stupid axe,
and sorry about the ceremony.
What in Thor are you
going on about, boy-o?
- There's not going to be a union.
- Wait, what?
Oh, a brawl broke out
at the rehearsal dinner.
It's a good thing you didn't get
the axe here earlier.
It would've got really ugly.
But, nice work anyway, Son.
I knew I could count on you.
Whelp, if we're done here,
I have 400 boars to return.
[grunting]
He knew he could count on me.
Spitelout, Spitelout! Oy, oy, oy!
[cheerfully] Ha-ha, whoo-hoo!
Whoo-hoo!
- Yeah!
- What in the name of Thor?!
Come on, girl. We're related.
Come on, come on, girl. Come on.
Eh, guys, what's going on?
Hiccup, meet the Ingerman-Thorstons.
We're the model of a modern Viking family.
We've only been gone a day!
What possibly could have happened?!
You remember how I studied
with the officiator, back on Berk?
While you guys were gone,
I accidentally married Ruff and Fishlegs.
But despite that little snafu,
we're all very happy now.
[growls]
Well, most of us anyway.
Uh. Tuffnut, I hate to break it to you,
but you can't perform Viking unions.
Wait, what?
I can't? Are you sure?
You never completed your
training because the officiator
jumped off a cliff halfway
through your first lesson.
[chuckles]
That was so funny.
Oh, right, yeah. It
was probably a bad idea
to hold classes on the edge of a cliff.
I mean, we lost a lot of
good educators that way,
especially the ones I pushed.
Wait. Why are you here?
Shouldn't you be at the union?
- Ha. Long story.
- But we did find a new dragon.
[gasps] A new dragon?
Great, I get married and
no one calls me anymore!
Fishlegs!
My feet need massaging.
- They're getting sweaty again.
- Coming, dear. [whimpers]
Hey, bro-in-law, remember
how I married you and Ruff?
Well, it turns out
that I can't marry people after all.
So, presto!
Union dissolved.
What?
Oh, that's incredible!
I haven't been this happy
since my wedding day.
My wedding day...
[screams]
Aw, my door is always open.
And I guess you can keep the shark.
Fishlegs married Ruffnut.
I guess anything is possible.
Well, one thing's for certain, no
Hofferson will ever marry a Jorgenson.
Never say never, right, Astrid?
[chuckles]
Never.
[all laughing]
[Snotlout] How long is "never"?