All language subtitles for Dragons Race to the Edge - S02E08 (2015) WEB.eng

This changes everything.

I could stay up here all day.

But, we have work to do, don't we, girl?

Hey! Guys!

You are officially relieved
from guard duty!

Guys! Ugh!

Stormfly, get me in close, would ya?

Why do we have to go through this
every single...

Are you kidding me?

They didn't stand their watch, Hiccup.

Those dummies left two dummies
in their place.

You know, those dummies could conceivably
be just as effective as the twins.

Not funny.
We built that watchtower so that--

I know why we built it, Astrid.

I just don't understand how
this isn't making you completely insane.

Because, then there'd be
two crazy people in this conversation

and we probably wouldn't resolve anything.

-Are you saying I'm--
-Astrid, let me talk to the twins.

I'll get their side of the story,
then we can figure out what we need to do.

I guess it's a start.

Well, if it isn't
our crack security team now.

Oh! Please, please, there's no need
to shower us with accolades.

Tuff, you left two dummies
to protect this entire base.

What were you thinking?

Terror mail. Hm.

"Dummies," you say?

She does. Poor confused thing.

What you failed to realize
in your foggy morning state,

is that those are not dummies.

They are scareships.

Scareships? You're serious?

You didn't see any ships
near the island, did you?

I think not. And why?

They were appropriately scared away.

By the appropriately named "scareships."

-Are you following any of this?
-Not super closely.

I'm actually reading this.

It's from Johann. He's in trouble.

You are not leaving me
with these two muttonheads.

She knows we're standing
right here, right?

Look, Johann is surrounded
by Dragon Hunters,

and his ship is taking on water.

We have to get out there and help him.

Then, let me saddle up Stormfly,
I'll be there in--

Astrid, you need stay here
and hold down the Edge.

And make sure nothing happens
to the Dragon Eye.

I can't believe what's happening.

This actually may be
the worst day in history.

Astrid, Snotlout and I
have the only working dragon armor,

and Meatlug is immune
to the Dragon Hunters' arrows.

You hear that, girl?

Who's a special dragon?

Meatlug is, that's who.

It just makes sense for us
to be the ones to go.

Hiccup, please! For all that is sacred
in Thor's world,

you cannot leave me alone with these two--

What do you say? Simpletons? Blockheads?

I was always partial to dimwit myself.

It rolls trippingly off the tongue.

Oh, yeah. Watch this.

"What wit dim, would the twins dim wit,

if dim wits could wit dim?"

Say that five times fast.

You see what I'm talking about, right?

Hey, it's not like we woke up this morning

hoping to spend 24/7
with you either, Astrid.

I mean, you are not exactly a picnic.

And I think you know what I'm saying.

You have not ever been a blanket
on a grassy knoll with delicious food.

But, we are team players.

We will do what is necessary
for the good of the group.

Hence, we shall remain behind

and enjoy your good company,
my fair Astrid.

Even if you have no blankets

or grassy knolls to offer.

We'll be back by tomorrow at the latest.

Just do the best you can. Okay?

And try to get along, please?

No need to worry about us, young Hiccup.

Oh, Astrid, I know these next 24 hours
will be difficult for you.

Unable to look into these deep romantic,

yet hauntingly beautiful eyes,

shimmering like gold dust in the wind--

Okay, so we'll see you
when we get back. Have fun.

Don't talk to any strange Dragon Hunters.

Bye. We'll miss you.

Write home often.

Okay, I think the first
team building exercise we should perform

is that of going back to sleep.

I mean, as a team, of course.

Couldn't agree more.

What say you, Astrid?

I have to go hide this.

And when I get back, I expect both of you
to be sweating profusely from hard work.

"What say you, Astrid?" Really?

Haven't I always told you
it's better to beg for permission

than to ask for forgiveness?

Personally, I think
it's the other way around.

Oh, so now you're the literary authority

on the subject of permissions
and forgivenesses?

Quit talking. You lose focus
when your mouth is moving.

"I'm Astrid."

Real mature, guys.

We've done all of these already?
Man, we are kicking some serious--

No, no, no. That's your first one.

All the others, I did by myself.

Go, team.

You know what?
I'll get the rest of the lumber myself.

You two start lashing together
some poles for the first level of stairs.

Do you think you can handle that?

She didn't let us answer.

That's what they call
a "rhetorical question."

Please. Like that's even a thing.
And you don't know what it means.

A rhetorical question is one asked

solely to produce an effect
or to make an assertion.

Not to elicit a reply. Bam!

Not too teamly, if you ask me.

Not in the slightest.

Really. Where in Thor's name
could you two have--

- Whoo! Yeah!
- Ha-ha! Look out!

That hurt.

Astrid, you have got to try this.

The landing's a little rough, but--

Astrid, we know this wasn't
what you were planning,

but we really think
we're on to something here.

The stairs have their own use for sure,

but this can truly come in handy.

It can, huh?

Yes. In the right situations--

And what situations
would those be exactly, Ruffnut?

Well, I mean, we could...

-If we were in a--
-You have no clue, do you?

Didn't think so.

-Is that a retalkrical question?
-And do you know why?

Because, the two of you don't think.

You don't plan.

You just come up with these crazy ideas
and you forge ahead,

with no regard for logic
or what you're even supposed to be doing.

What am I gonna do with you guys?
Seriously. Tell me.

Well, you can start by being kind.

Oh, wait, you can't do that

because kindness is nowhere
in that scrawny little body of yours.

-What?
-Easy, sis.

Back up, bro. I got this.

Do you know what your problem is, Ruffnut?

Oh, you bet I do.

I've got a list of problems so long,
I can't even keep track.

Question is, do you know
what your problem is, Astrid?

My problem?

Are you serious?

Allow me to lay it out for you,
my flaxen-haired friend.

You have no respect
for the people around you

who are trying to help
and be a part of the team.

You have no respect for Fishlegs,

certainly none for Snotlout,

and you couldn't have less respect
for the two of us!

Now, you can go ahead
and shame the others.

You can mock this entire island of dragons
if you wish.

But I am not gonna stand here
and listen to you

insult the entire "nut" family tree!

She's wrong, you know.

I... do. I...

respect you guys.

Please. You can barely even say it.

So sad, Astrid.

So, so sad.

Hiccup, where are you
when I need you?

Okay, from what the Terror mail said,

Johann sent it from this general area.

And it said his ship was incapacitated.

Correct. So, he should be
right below us somewhere.

Good thing Meatlug is immune
to those arrows, huh?

Too bad you aren't.
Snotlout!

Don't listen to him, girl.
I'll be fine. We'll be fine.

Right?

Uh, I'm not so sure about that.

Get away! You, don't come near!

Hey, I thought
he said it was Dragon Hunters.

Not actual dragons.

He did, but you know Johann.

"Dragons, Dragon Hunters,
what's the difference?"

No, no!

I wonder what Johann did
to get them so mad.

Probably told them
one of his dumb stories.

Not funny, Snotlout.

I wasn't even trying to be funny.

All right, let's just get Johann
out of there, and be careful.

We don't want to hurt
any of these dragons.

What about them hurting us?
That never seems to enter your mind.

Master Hiccup!
They're everywhere!

Yoo-hoo!

Okay, all right, never mind,
never mind, never mind!

Wow, bud! We really must have caught
these guys on a bad day.

Ah! Hoo! Back! Back, I say!

This reminds me of the time I was attacked
by a flock of rabid wild fruit bats

off the coast of Palau.

Be quiet!

You're only making them more angry.
And us, too.

Master Snoutlout! Thank Thor!

Hey! What'd I do?

It's Captain Fruit Bat you want, not me.

No, no! Oh, come on! They're very mean!

Johann, look out!

Hey! Fishlegs! Where are you going?
You know, we're not done here.

"Astrid, Astrid, Astrid!"
Everyone's always talking about Astrid.

How pretty she is. How smart she is.

How muscular and shapely
her upper arms are.

How can Astrid not see the genius
in Stuffnut and Fluffnut?

Chicken! What is it? What's wrong?

Shh, shh... Relax, Chicken.
Easy, little chicken.

Now, gather your strength. Is it Ruffnut?

Oh, it is. Is she in trouble?

Oh, you have such a way with words.
I will find her and bring her back.

You, you rest, Chicken.

Don't ruffle your feathers.
I shall return.

- Help!
- Ruff! No!

The Dragon Hunters.

Astrid. I gotta get Astrid.

When I get out of these chains,
I'm gonna--

You're gonna what?

Uh, I haven't decided yet,

but rest assured,
you are not gonna like it!

Feisty, isn't she?

I like it.

And they just picked Fishlegs up
and flew off?

Yeah, definitely, that's how it happened.

Johann, did the wild dragons
take anything from the ship?

Food, fresh water, anything?

No, Master Hiccup.

They seemed only interested
in terrorizing me

until you lot came along,
then they started terrorizing you.

Which was a bit of a relief,
if I'm being honest.

I've always been a great friend
to the dragons.

That they would turn on me like this,
it's inconceivable.

This doesn't make any sense.

Nightmares, Nadders, Gronckles,
even in the wild,

these dragons
shouldn't be this aggressive.

I mean, from a Speed Stinger
or a Changewing,

those dragons I could understand,

but maybe these guys have just
never seen humans before.

All I know is that we've been around
these guys in the wild.

None of them have ever acted like this.

Snotlout, I hate to admit it,
but you've got a point.

Tuff, you okay?

Tuffnut, breathe. What's going on?

You have got to do something
about those stairs.

I mean, there must be hundreds of them,
there's over ten at least.

That's it? The stairs?

Oh, no. It's Ruffnut. They got Ruffnut.

-Who did?
-The Dragon Hunters.

Ugh! This is all my fault.

Oh, tell me about it.

I shouldn't have been so hard on her.

You were way too hard on her,
on poor, poor sis.

She's just Ruff being Ruff.
She can't help it.

Truer words, A. Truer words.

Sorry. Just trying to help you
work through,

you know, the shame,
all the bad things that you did,

all the things you should feel bad about,

you know, get some closure.

What is it?

There may not be a Ruffnut
to apologize to.

In fact, there may not be
any of us at all.

Okay, what's the plan?
We have to get my sister back.

First thing is to send an SOS to Berk.

We need reinforcements, fast.
The auxiliary team.

How do we know he'll get there in time?

We don't.

Well, how do we know
they'll get back here in time?

We don't.

Okay, there is a terrifying lack
of clarity in those answers.

It's all gonna be okay, Tuffnut.

We're gonna hold down the Edge,
defend this base,

and we will get your sister back. Okay?

Say, "Okay, Astrid."

Okay, Astrid.

Now, there is no possible way
we can defend the Edge

against an all-out assault
with only one flyable dragon.

But maybe, we can slow them down
until help gets here

if we use our spears and arrows sparingly.

Wait! I know an even better way
we can slow them down.

Not now, Tuff. I need to think.

No, seriously, Astrid!
You need to hear this.

Listen to me!

All right, what? What is your idea?

Okay, well, as you know,
tricking is my area of expertise.

I am the official Dragon's Edge Trickster.

Trickster extraordinaire.
The Mayor of Tricksville.

Yeah. I get it.
We all know how tricky you are.

But, they don't!

So, I figure, we trick them

into thinking there are more of us
than there are.

We can start with our scareships,

and then build our own
little tricking army. It'll be awesome!

Wait. I think I just had
another idea. Whoa!

Do you know how many Loki-ish thoughts
are running through my mind right now?

-Tuff--
-It's like a hurricane of practical jokes

pounding on the inside of my head.
Whoa, here comes one--

-Tuffnut!
-Yes?

This is not the time for pranks,
or Loki-ing.

This is a time for strategic thinking
and precise preparation.

There are times in life
when you have to be serious.

Deadly serious, or people can die.

We can die. Ruffnut can die.

-Do you understand?
-Yes, I understand.

I am taking it seriously.

I'm seriously a trickster.

And I seriously have some ideas
that can help.

Tuff, listen to me.

You know all those times
early in the morning

when it's still dark outside,
and I'm out by myself on Stormfly?

Uh, well, I do now.

Is this gonna get weird?

No. What I am doing is training.

Day and night, I train myself
for situations just like this.

-That's why we're gonna do it my way.
-But, I have ideas. Good ideas.

-And, I believe you.
-No, you don't.

The only thing you believe
is that I'll mess this up

and get us all killed.

No. That's not true.

The only thing I believe right now

is that we're wasting time arguing,
when we should be preparing.

-Come on, there's a lot of work to do.
-That's my sister out there, Astrid.

And if this goes wrong
and we don't save her,

I couldn't live with myself.

You know what? You're right.

You do what you have to do,
and I'm gonna set up our defenses.

Then we'll come together,
and when the time is right,

decide which one to use, okay?

Awesome plan.

I like it!

And we'll definitely end up
using mine. So, it's great.

Good, just so long as we understand
and agree

that I lead the counter-attack
and you follow me.

Oh, boy.

Yeah.

It's him, right?

Well, guess you don't know
the Dragon Riders

as well as you thought, eh, Dagur?

You don't know 'em at all.

Hey, at least my brother had a plan
to get the Dragon Eye.

It's not his fault
they didn't take the bait.

They never left to rescue Trader Johann

from those dragons.

The girl proves it.

Yeah. I prove
that you have all been fooled.

Then I guess we better leave.
Come up with a new plan.

No new plans.

We'll just have to deal
with all of them instead.

Listen, if you all want to go
on a suicide mission,

that's your problem, buddy.

-But don't say I didn't warn you!
-She's lying! She's trying to confuse us.

I'm always lying.

Wait, now I'm confused.

Or she's telling the truth to confuse us.

Gather the men. We move slowly.

Destroy anything in our path,
until we get our Dragon Eye.

Then, we destroy whatever's left.

Uh, excuse me, sir.

Oh, and ma'am.

But there's something
I've been wondering about.

A daily occurrence, but go ahead.

In regards to this Ryker fellow,

it seems as though
he's taken on the role of leader.

And, well,
I was always under the assumption

that this was your role.

Pfftt! That's not his role.

It is, you dunderhead.

We're just using Ryker for the time being.

When he leads us to the Dragon Eye--

We figure out
the most painful and horrible way

to get rid of him
and the rest of his crew. Duh!

Ah! That's a relief.

Once we get the Dragon Eye,

Ryker and his men? See ya.

That really is the single
worst plan I have ever heard--

Would you stop talking!

Stop. Don't move.

Oh, finally.

Do you know how long we've been walking?
My feet are swollen

to the size of watermelons.

Master Hiccup,

I realize that you are
the dragon expert among us--

I wouldn't say
the dragon expert, I'd say--

As I was saying,

it appears to me
that this island is occupied

by a rather unfriendly pack
of wild dragons.

You're right, Johann.
But it's worse than that.

Oh, ho-ho, you're full
of good news, aren't you?

Gimme that.

So, this means we get to go rescue him,
I suppose.

It does. And thank you for volunteering.

But it's not gonna be easy.

With you as captain, I know it won't.

Right, you see up there?

Dragon sentries.
They look like they're ready for anything.

It's gonna be really hard
to get anywhere near Fishlegs.

Well, I suppose the life of a Dragon Rider
is shorter than most.

I'll miss him dearly.

Good point, Johann.

Let's get out of here.

No, no, we're not going anywhere.

I said it's gonna be hard, not impossible.

This is our last line
of defense, Stormfly.

If they make it this far,

hopefully, these will take them out.

Uh, regardless of how
this looks right now,

I can assure you I have a master plan
for these balloons.

I'm sure you do.

Um, but Astrid,
just a little quick thing.

Can you bring me back down to Earth,

before I fly into the sun?

Is it time?

It's time.

This is gonna be a rough day, Stormfly.

Whatever we have to face,

I'm glad we're facing it together.

Hey, whatcha got there.

Ta-da! Only the solution
to all our problems.

I call Macey, but you can have
any of the others,

except maybe this sword and this axe.

Can't decide, huh?
Yeah, I can understand that.

Tuff, these weapons
are all for close combat.

If we get to that point,
there's two of us and we're done.

-Oh. Well, no, I know that, but--
-Listen, we don't have time.

Just do me one favor.

-Fine, but--
-The ballista on my roof,

you know how to use it, right?

Uh, it's a massively
destructive weapon, isn't it?

It is. So, get up there,
and massively destroy things.

But on my command, not before. Got it?

Got it. Come on, Macey.

You feel the air?

That's fear.

Soon... it'll be death.