Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All those years of the worst Viking
Here she comes. Easy.
[Snotlout screaming]
[crowd cheering]
You know what else?
Dragons.
a taste of their own medicine, eh?
[song ends]
[Stoick laughing]
then, uh, yeah.
♪ I return ♪
- [flame whooshing] - [indistinct shouting]
[straining]
What are you doing here?
Turn back!
- [snarling] - [grunting]
Did he dress you up in this?
- [flame whooshing] - [screaming]
♪ ♪
[growls]
So far off the map that it might as well not exist.
If you work together, you might just survive.
[grunts]
[dragon roaring]
so does that, like, what, disqualify him or...
- I-I couldn’t. - That’s not an answer.
Get out of the way, Hiccup!
Uh, where are you going?
[grunting]
- Here it comes! - [flame whooshing]
That’ll make you less of a target.
Did you hear the news, Chief? [laughs]
Today is about attack.
[grunting]
[grunts]
[sighs]
Hiccup! Hiccup! Hiccup! Hiccup!
No, no, no, not yet.
[Toothless growls softly]
[sheep squeals]
- I hit it! - [growling]
Oi. You’re thinking about this all wrong, eh?
STOICK: I can almost smell them.
[sighs]
- Want to take it for a spin? - [squeals excitedly]
Because it uses night as its camouflage.
Get to the ships!
Just follow my lead next time. [pained yell]
[slow, somber version of "You Are My Homeward" playing]
It looks like they’re hauling in their kill.
Then I won’t speak.
SNOTLOUT [chuckling]: Nice.
[screaming]
All right, bud, time to go.
Hiccup! Hiccup! Hiccup!
[moans softly]
Toothless!
Do I take my bucket hand for when they burn our ships
Who would have thought that dragon training
STOICK: Son!
- A shield! - GOBBER: Shield, yes. Go.
[yawns] Yeah.
Hiccup!
♪ ♪
You can only prepare him.
You know, ’cause I-I was thinking,
A dragon like I’ve never seen.
Toothless, stay.
It could work.
[growling]
[Hiccup grunts]
Stoick, he won’t hurt you.
Their alpha.
[moaning softly]
"Size: unknown. Speed: unknown.
HICCUP: I’ve been his apprentice
more and more like a fairy tale.
Or-or mount your first Gronckle head on a spear.
Theories, stats.
[wind whistling]
- [whooshing] - [crowd cheering]
No, I-I should have told you before now.
You can’t win this one.
HÜRL: You heard him. Come on, lads.
we are all descendants of the finest dragon fighters
Yeah.
[bell clanging]
STOICK: ...and another Trial of Flame
Translates from the ancient texts as
[chatter continues indistinctly]
[moaning gently]
HICCUP: Don’t make me tell you again! Yeah.
[gagging]
W-Wait. The point is...
♪ You are bringing me ♪
The life of a celebrity can be very rough.
[grunting]
[high-pitched roaring]
[pained groaning]
[panting sharply]
HICCUP: But they’re nothing
And one of you will be chosen to kill the dragon.
Astrid, get back here!
♪ ♪
SNOTLOUT: All it needs to be is you and me in the ring.
Real sensitive, Hiccup.
Can you not hear me?!
No. Dad, no.
- I should have seen the signs. - Dad!
[grunts]
- STOICK: Shh. - [Toothless purring softly]
Yeah, yeah, I’m on it.
We set sail for Helheim’s Gate!
- [grunts] - Ow.
- Everyone is so relieved. - Good riddance to old Hiccup.
- Who knows? [chuckles] - [Stoick laughing]
Uh, it’s my design.
You ready?
[distant rustling]
[whimpers]
[Vikings cheering]
LOOGI: You’re going to get yourself killed, Hiccup!
Yes.
It keeps her close, you know?
[continues purring softly]
You gonna take everyone up for a magical ride?
Toothless!
GOBBER: So, no nest, then?
VIKING: Come on, lads!
♪ ♪
so you’ll do it.
[Toothless grunting]
- Do I believe it? - [yells]
Not too bad.
- ASTRID: My thoughts exactly. - [gasps]
He can barely walk through the village
Dragon training.
[growling]
[grunts]