Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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