All language subtitles for Dragons Race to the Edge - S05E11 (2015) WEB.eng

[Hiccup] This changes everything.

[Fishlegs squeals]

These Buttercup Poppies
will assimilate perfectly

into our topiary salute to the current
Changewing migration.

-Oops.
-[Meatlug growls]

No, no, you go ahead, girl.
I'm right behind you.

[Fishlegs sighs]

[humming]

[Tuffnut growling]

Please tell me I'm not leaning on a...

-[Tuffnut roars]
-[Fishlegs shrieks] Changewing!

[roars]

[water splashing]

[growling]

[sighs] Oh, boy.

Stormfly!

[grunts]

Ha!

[growls]

Astrid's impossible to get.

But I know who's not.

[Snotlout] How much trash
do you two make in a week?

Pfft. This is just Tuesday, boyo.
The rest is out in the back.

[yelps]

Oh, my Thor.

Better get a move on.

That trash is not going to dispose
of itself.

Fine!

You're welcome.

[chuckles]

[Tuffnut grumbles, roars]

-Oh, whoa!
-[punch lands]

Ow!

Ouch! What are you doing?

What am I doing?

What am I doing?

You know how much I enjoy my role
in the Changewing migration.

I do this every year.

And I hate it every year!

It seriously creeps me out
when you creep up on me.

Duh. Isn't that the whole idea?

Know what?
Take that weak sauce somewhere else

before you get yourself killed!

Oh, here's an idea. Go scare Snotlout!

He's an idiot. He'll fall for it.

Excellent idea. Ah!

A-creeping I shall go.

Ugh.

[Changewing growling]

Ahh!

Come on, Tuffnut, do you
really think I'm in the mood

for your childish Changewing games?

Well, I'm not.

[Changewing roars]

Ooh, a roar. Scary.

That was actually a pretty good roar.
[chuckles]

Very specific.

Ow, that feels like a real claw.

[screams]

Do not ask,
because I do not want to talk about it.

[panting]

Huh? Do you have any idea
what I've been through?

This Changewing migration
is going to be the death of me.

Snotlout, if you just leave
the Changewings alone,

they'll move on in a couple of days,

and you won't have to worry
about them again.

We go through this every year.

[Hiccup] You're agitating them.

All that ranting and screaming
and stomping around

just makes them madder

and makes them stay here that much longer.

Wait. So now it's my fault?

-[Tuffnut roars]
-[screams]

I'm a Changewing!

[Tuffnut roars]

Changewing, out!

[horn bellows loudly]

Are we expecting visitors today?

[Hiccup] Throk.

Uh, did we have plans?

I am on your shores today
to fulfill a mission that is most personal

and of the utmost importance.

-Okay. How can we help?
-You can point me in the direction

of the fragrant savior
of this man's very life...

Ruffnut Thorston.

I am here to lift her off her feet.

Um, do you mean "sweep her off her feet"?

No. I will lift her from her feet,

put her over my shoulder,
and return with her to my island,

where she will live out her days
as my trustworthy wife.

What?

Um, does she know about this?

Is that important?

Are you kidding me?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, calm down.

-[growls]
-Okay, Throk, we do marriage

a little differently around these parts.

Say no more. Say no more.

Sadly, we, too,
have gone soft over the years.

Losing the club has made the retrieval
of the bride

much more of a struggle.

[screams]

Hey, Fishlegs,

this is more your area of expertise.

Why don't you take it?

Can't wait to hear what you guys decide!

-[Astrid screams]
-[Hiccup] Oh, no, no, no, no! No! Oh!

-[Hiccup] Hey, watch it!
-[cat yowls]

[Fishlegs] You see, Throk,
in today's busy archipelago,

the modern woman commands
a certain amount of respect.

She has a mind of her own.

So the whole "stake a claim" speech,
not so much.

-But it's so much simpler.
-That may be.

However, we've found
that asking for a lady's hand

is much more effective.

Then her hand would be a symbol
of her eternal devotion.

Exactly.

Would she then wear a hook or a claw?

Let's go back.

You need to start by getting Ruffnut
interested in you

in a romantic, nonviolent way.

Hmm. I don't see it.

Perhaps you would assist me
in my endeavors.

Okay. Uh, how about this?

Why not start with an icebreaker?

Something that speaks
to your affection for her.

Go ahead. Pick anything you want.

By the Ancients.

[knock on door]

[Ruffnut mimics trumpet fanfare]

-[door creaks, foliage rustles]
-Whoa! Shrub to the face.

Yep, always a surprise.

I suppose a little more roughage
in the diet never hurt.

Ruffnut loves a fresh shrub.
What are you up to, Throk?

Okay, here we go. Ready?

A poem for the modern woman.

Hair, it smells of flounder.

Skin, rough like the coral
of a thousand-year-old reef.

Lips, dry as jerky
made from the giant clam.

[Meatlug growls]

No hand will be severed from this woman,

for she is modern.

She is Ruff. She is Nut.

She is Ruffnut.

That was...

beautiful, Throk.

And so me.

Ruffnut, will you join me in returning

to Defenders of the Wing Island

as my permanent guest?

Sure.

[gasps]

Let me check with the other Nut.

You misunderstand me, dear Ruff.

This is an invitation for but one Nut.

Oh. Yeah, no can do, Throkie-Poo.

You see, we're a package deal.
You wouldn't understand.

Then help me to understand.

Oh, it's simple. Born together,
live together, die together.

[Throk groans]

Grace of the Ancients.

"Born together, live together,
die together."

Ha! I mean, is that great or what?

You should've seen the soul-crushing look

on old Throk-a-dilly's face.

[Astrid] Wow.

I just never thought you'd do that
to your own sister.

-Do what?
-Get in the way of her happiness.

If Ruffnut really has feelings for Throk,

it could mean she's passing up

a chance at a lifetime
of love and happiness.

And same goes for you.

Don't you ever want
to meet a beautiful Viking girl

and have a family of your own?

[laughs]

Of course.

And what would happen
if Ruffnut stood in the way of that?

She would never.
She's too good of a sister.

[gasps]

I'm a monster!

[Chicken clucking]

You think I don't know that?

I mean, you think I'm not aware
this is an impossible situation?

[Changewing roars]

-[Chicken clucking]
-Oh, how do I know?

Come on, stop shaming me. I'm only human.

-[Chicken squawks]
-Oh, no.

She's breaking his little
Defenders of the Wing heart.

What have I done?

-[Chicken clucks]
-Agreed, Chicken.

Something must be done.

She won't allow herself to be happy

as long as these perfectly manicured feet
walk this earth.

It's nail fungus.

What you need, my friend, is a manicure.

My brother is a genius with that.

I cannot stay another moment.

The sadness is too much to--

[Tuffnut screams]

Tuff?

[Chicken clucking wildly]

Tuff!

[Chicken clucking wildly]

[Changewing roars]

[Ruffnut gasps]

Those are Tuffnut's clothes.

He's never taken those off, ever.

[Snotlout] Ugh.

He always said the only way he'd come
out of them is if he--

[roars]

The Changewing ate my baby brother!

[Chicken groans, thuds]

[Ruffnut] Hear ye, hear ye!

Peoples of the Edge

and all creatures far and near...

...we are present to read
the will and last testament

of one Tuffnut LaVerne Thorston.

First item: one half stuffed yak.

-[yak crashes]
-Hey! Half that yak is still mine!

Yeah? Which half?

It's so obvious that the back half is his.

Can none of you see that?

To me, nothing could be more obvious.

[whimpers, blows nose]

[Throk groans]

Next item!

Sixteen pounds of properly pinched salt.

Rest well, my salt-encrusted friend.

-[salt crashes]
-Rest well.

Why?

Why, Odin? Why?

You should have taken me!

No, Meatlug, I'm not ready to go!

This is the last time I'll see him!

[Fishlegs wails]

There's no way he's really gone, is there?

I mean, eaten by a Changewing?

That's just way too easy.

Funny. I was thinking
exactly the same thing.

"As my last and final wish,

I command you to burn all of these

meaningless symbols
of my earthly existence

and dine in glorious reverence

with a feast of Chicken in my honor."

-[Chicken squawks]
-[Toothless growls]

Okay. Now we're getting somewhere.

Wait. There's more.

"Sorry, I meant a feast
for Chicken in my honor,

'cause you would never eat Chicken.

And if anyone ever tries to,

I will haunt you
to the ends of the archipelago."

[Chicken coos]

[helmet clanks]

[breath hisses, sparks crackle]

-[explosion]
-[sniffles]

And now I must go fulfill
my Thorston Schleibeldorg Ritual.

"Schleibeldorg"?

I shall be alone in my hut, in the dark,

eating only sea slugs and toenails

for the next two days.

[all groan]

Any extra toenails are welcomed.

I can blow through them pretty quickly
in my grief.

Pfft! She's not getting my toenails.
I work too hard on them.

[roars]

[Tuffnut screams]

[thuds]

[Chicken coos]

Don't be alarmed, mortals.

I am the spirit

of Tuffnut LaVerne Thorston.

Tuffnut, we know you're not a ghost.

Oh, really? How?

How do you know such a thing?

-[punch lands]
-Ouch!

Oh! Ouch, I mean.

All right, fine. I'm not dead.

But you cannot tell my sister.

What are you talking about?

If she wants to go with the Throkman,

I want her to make that decision
on her own.

You said it yourself.
She deserves to be happy, and--

and if it means a life
of haunting the moors of Berk,

then so be it.

This is arguably the worst idea

in the history of worst ideas.

Look, just give me 24 hours.

That's all we need for the young lovers

to figure out whether romance

is in their future
or rather a life of misery

and... [wailing] despair!

[Chicken clucks]

[Ruffnut] Schleibeldorgan!
Schleibeldorgan!

Toenail! [screams]

Fishlegs, how long must we wait

for this grieving process to conclude?

[Ruffnut] Darkness!

-[pottery shattering]
-[Ruffnut screams]

[door crashes]

Ruff, where are you going?

To the stables
to see a Changewing about a man.

A dead man.

-[gasps]
-A revenge kill.

Hmm. I am conflicted.

My love for Ruffnut on one hand,
and on the other,

a life dedicated to protecting dragons.

Both really good reasons to stop her.

Besides, the flock won't migrate
unless it's complete.

[gasps] Ruff, no. It's not worth it.

[Changewing growls]

Who are you to tell me what's worth what?

You can't kill that dragon.
It's not gonna bring Tuffnut back.

First of all, I would never harm a scale
on this dragon's head.

My brother lives in him.

[Changewing growls]

[Throk groans]

And the creep-factor just keeps on coming.

This dragon, Snuffnut,
shall be my lifelong companion.

I shall train him. I shall teach him.

I shall share my life with him.
My inner thoughts and demons!

The spirit of my brother
shall always be by my side.

By my side! By my side!

I thought we were supposed
to leave the Changewings alone.

This looks like pretty much the opposite
of that.

-[Changewing roars]
-Tuff?

[Throk grunts]

-[Throk grunts]
-[Ruffnut] Tuff!

-Are you hurt?
-No.

Snuffnut would never
intentionally cause me harm.

Ha. I think someone forgot
to fill Snuffnut in on that.

-[Changewing roars]
-[Ruffnut yells]

[Throk grunts]

[Ruffnut] Whoa!

Ruffnut.

While it gives me great glory
to save your life,

I feel as though perhaps we must
allow this dragon to go free,

as you should set free the pain
that lives in your heart.

Come with me, Ruffnut.

Start a new life back on our island.

I will provide for you.
I will care for you.

And, most importantly,
I will kill for you.

That is so sweet, Throk.

-I... I...
-[Changewing roars]

I could never let go of that pain!

I could never leave Snuffnut.

And if I should die,
then at least once again,

my brother and I will be reunited.

Reunited. Reunited.

Okay, I've got two questions.
First of all, why are you doing this?

Second, most importantly,
why am I doing this?

The art of topiary, on the surface,

may seem trivial and unimportant.

But when one digs deeper,

one finds serenity, peace, tranquility.

Now, let's see what we've all created.

I will go first.

I call this "Infinite Search for Being."
Snotlout?

I call this "Barren Soul
Wrapped in Nothingness."

It was between that
and "My Lousy Childhood."

[chuckles]

I call this "What Does that Changewing
Have that I Don't Have?"

Well, for starters,
her brother is in its stomach.

Whoa, you really do love her, don't you?

Yeah. But why?

Her eyes, like the ink of the giant squid

I defeated handily eight moons past.

The way she massages the feet.

Uh... Ruffnut massaged your feet?

No. Her own.

And her brother's.

And that, my dear Throkie,
is your "problemo."

Twins? Package deal.

Can't have one without the other,

even if one is currently making his way

through the digestive tract
of an invisible dragon.

That's it. That's the answer.

My mission is clear.

Thank you both. You've been a great help.

Okay, let's review.

The pros and cons
of living life as a dead guy.

Pros: no chores, because you're dead.

-That's a good one. All right, now...
-[Chicken clucks]

Ooh, good one. And deep thinking

for a domesticated avian vertebrate.

That means chicken.

-[Chicken clucks]
-Of course you knew that.

[Hiccup] That's it.

This little plan of yours
is completely out of control.

You're gonna tell Ruff you're alive
before that Changewing

or one of his friends
really does eat someone.

[Tuffnut] Fine.

You can take "Hiccup can't
boss me around" off the list.

Even in death, I am a mere servant

to this one-legged dictator
with a weak chin.

Okay, great.
Now, let's get this done, shall we?

[grunting] Pah!

Nobody understands the bond we share, bro.

Nobody.

I do, Ruffnut. I understand.

Throk, what are you doing?

-Leave my brother alone!
-I'm not going to hurt him.

[grunts] But if he's going to be
a part of our family...

there are going to be some rules.

[grunts]

It's okay, Snuff. It's your new brother.

I'm here to help.

[laughs]

That's right, big boy.

You and I are going to have
an understanding.

See? We're bonding.

[wood cracking]

[Throk grunting]

[Throk] We may still have some work to do!

Ruff, what happened?

Throk and Snuffnut had
a difference of opinion on his training.

Now all the Changewings
are trying to kill Throk!

Well, that was pretty stupid.

[screams] Hiccup, look out!

Tuffnut's ghost is here!

He's not a ghost.

I'm just me.

Oh, well, isn't that exactly
what a ghost would say?

No. A ghost would never say that.

A ghost would say something like...

[cackles evilly]

Look! [grunts]

-[Ruffnut grunts]
-Would a ghost do that?

Yours would.

-[Throk screaming]
-[Changewings growling]

[Throk screaming]

We need to get Throk out of there.

So you two get your dragon,
ghost or no ghost,

and let's get him some help. Now.

Fine.

-[Throk grunting]
-[Changewings growling]

If we push them out
to the edge of the reef,

they'll move on to the next island.

[Throk yells]

[Throk] Snotlout!

-[Throk laughing]
-[Changewing growling]

[Throk screaming]

Toothless, dive!

[Throk grunting]

[Hiccup] Gotcha!

-[Ruffnut] Ooh!
-[Tuffnut] Whoo! Yeah!

-I don't think they're leaving, Hiccup.
-Just give them a minute.

Wow. How cool am I as a Changewing?

-[liquid sloshing]
-[screeches]

Hey! Leave my dragon self alone!

The flock won't fly with him
unless he can go full cloak.

It's too risky for them.

It's all my fault!

My undying love for my brother

will be the end of this glorious beast!

Wait. Methinks there is another way.

Yes! I have it.

Aah!

Aah!

By the way, I love you too.

And I want you to be happy.

I know you do.

But how can I be happy
if we're not together?

-We will be together.
-Hold that thought.

[vocalizing]

[Ruffnut shrieks]

Okay, go.

We will be together.
It'll just be different!

You are the best brother--

[gurgling]

[Tuffnut] Yeah! Whoo-hoo!

[Changewing groans]

[cheering]

-Ha-ha! Yeah!
-Yeah! Yeah!

-[crunch]
-[Tuffnut groans]

So long, Snuffnut.

[Changewings roar]

Wait. I have something to say.

I'm all ears, Throkie.

Well, I've been doing
a great deal of soul-searching.

I've realized that you and Tuffnut,
you belong together.

I can't take you away from here

and deprive you
of the twin bond you enjoy.

When joined together as one,
you are a force

and one that must remain intact

for the good of the archipelago.

[Ruffnut coughs]

[Throk] Ha!

Hair, it smells of flounder.

Skin, rough like the coral
of a thousand-year-old reef.

So, uh, you okay?

Yeah. I think so.

Maybe a little guilty. Poor guy.

Guilty? Wait. You were never...

I was never gonna go with him.
Are you crazy?

Oh, by the way, thanks
for killing yourself for me.

[chuckles] Yeah, no sweat.

It actually turns out being dead
is not as much fun as it seems.

Well, then I guess we both
learned something.

Or one of us did and the other one
wasted a lot of time.

[helmets clank loudly]