Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Stand strong. - Aye, Stoick.

It controls them.

So what’s the first thing you’re gonna need?

Let’s see if it can use them.

♪ Through cold and stormy seas ♪

[dragon grumbling]

Position three.

you mean your parenting troubles are over,

Hiccup! Hiccup! Hiccup! Hiccup!

No one is more surprised...

We’re gonna take this nice and slow.

[dragons chittering]

Yeah, most afternoons, but who can blame him?

Did you get her?

- [Toothless grunts] - [sighs]

[chuckles softly]

a Nadder’s guts for the first time.

And we might not drop you in the sea.

Find it, hide in it, then strike.

It all makes sense now.

I-I’m just saying, like,

Just kind of angle yourself.

I would have gone with the hammer.

- Come on, bud. - ...we have...

Uh, make that one hideous head, Astrid.

- so, um... - I know.

Lead us where exactly?

...he looked just as frightened as I was.

Ooh, uh, heavily armored skull and tail,

Today, we destroy

STOICK: So, what do you think?

SNOTLOUT: I’ll avenge your fallen limbs, big guy.

CROWD [chanting]: Hiccup! Hiccup!

double-barreled.

...go for the kill.

Yeah, he must have spread the word around,

However this ends, it ends right here, right now!

[Vikings grunting rhythmically]

Not even close.

- [whooshing] - [yelps]

[grunts fiercely]

"that can kill a man at close range.

Whatever happens up there,

Oh! Oh, I, uh...

And he’s about to be way in over his head,

You’ve been keeping secrets.

Molten steel, razor-sharp blades,

[dragons shrieking, snarling]

[rocks clattering]

You’ve held up your end of the deal.

All right, bud. Go on. Go.

Crush mountains,

I might even get a girlfriend.

- [dragon hissing] - [Hiccup gasping]

[frantic shouting, screaming]

- You were? - [laughing]: Oh, yes.

Just like your old man.

Softest part of you is your teeth.

- [gasping] - Keeping this contained?

that the book had nothing on Night Furies.

FISHLEGS: Although, interesting tidbit,

but a dragon killer is not one of them.

[breathing heavily]

What are you doing? Get in there!

Even our own mother can’t tell us apart.

So let’s send these devils back to hell!

- My fault. My fault. - [Toothless squeals]

is about to become ours!

[soft, trembling breaths]

’Cause in case you forgot, our parents’ war

Razor-sharp fangs that inject venom for predigestion.

Here. I’m serious.

That’s one for each of you.

allow me to present to you...

It’s uncanny.

Yeah, touchy subject.

Maybe, like, a Night Fury pamph...

VIKINGS: Nothing!

Retcha, your people came from the Far East.

Oh, great. Who let him in?

It was sloppy. It threw off my reverse tumble.

No. I’m serious.