Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

it’s always with some disappointed scowl,

But you botched our escape plan, so I’m gonna need a minute.

- [Toothless growling softly] - [Astrid grunting]

who wouldn’t kill a dragon.

I’ve decided I don’t want

never struggling to get a foot up.

You got to start taking this seriously,

HICCUP: That’s Stoick the Vast,

Uh... can you not hear me?

You’ve got that wild look in your eye.

- There he is! Oh, oh. - Oh! Okay.

- Big day tomorrow. - Yeah. [stammers]

- Prefers to keep its victims... - Shh!

Spitelout, do not let that escape.

[groans] Do you ever bathe?

♪ Bid me farewell, my dear ♪

SNOTLOUT: I think I’ve pretty much won Astrid over.

[Astrid screams]

Then that’s all I need.

I’m proud to call you my son.

You get your wish.

You, sir, are playing a dangerous game.

Why can’t you follow the simplest orders?

If someone had told me that in a few short weeks,

[crowd gasping, murmuring quietly]

["You Are My Homeward" playing, rousing orchestral backing]

♪ You are bringing me home. ♪

No one will miss that nuisance.

Let’s see what else you’re made of.

- Whoa! - ...are even more so.

[flame whooshing]

No, let me rephrase.

Toothless, Astrid. Astrid, Toothless.

[quietly]: Jaw strength eight.

They’re not what we think they are.

[grunting, panting]

You two, get Snotlout.

[Hiccup grunts]

Move, move, move, move, move, move!

[muffled splash]

HICCUP: No one has ever killed a Night Fury.

- for the, uh... the breast hat. - I hope you like the...

♪ The loving arms for me ♪

You-You’re in my house.

[dragon shrieking, roaring]

[exhales softly]

Start in the morning.

and shipped them off for fear they’d gone mad.

- I have a proper question. - So I’m thinking that...

Knock him dead, son.

Late for what, exactly?

- Good luck with that. - Yeah, thank you, thank you

And look at us.

So, are we done today?

and a whole smoked eel.

[chuckles] Whoa.

Because I want to remember what you say right now.

[chuckles] You came to the right man for advice.

- Go on! - Come on!

HICCUP: Bud? What’s up?

Today, my boy becomes a warrior.

He never listens.

- Stop the fight. - HICCUP: No.

Actually, I think my dad would be thrilled.

I-I don’t even know what you’re talking...

you will learn to fight.

[stammering]: I’m good.

- Okay. - Hiccup. W-W-Wait.

[groaning softly]

- [Toothless growls softly] - [gasps]

We need you to lead us.

[Tuffnut stammering]

- [Astrid grunting] - [dragon whimpers]

It doesn’t change the fact you have to kill one tomorrow.

[growling softly]

What are you do... What are you doing?

[snarls playfully]

Remember, all dragons have a limited number of blasts.

You just gestured to all of me.

HICCUP: You know, I really did hit one.

Back to bed, you overgrown sausage.

"Skrill. Whispering Death.

It’s-it’s all yours. Top-Top Slay away.

But he’s got a mind of his own.

Did anybody see that?