Dragons: Riders of Berk s02e11 Episode Script
A View to a Skrill (2)
- Let's go, bud.
[toothless roars.]
[heroic music.]
- Yeah.
- Wow.
- Cool.
- Wow.
- Wow, nice.
- He's pretty good.
- Ruff! Tuff! I know, bud.
It's getting late.
But we gotta keep looking.
- Hiccup, any sign of him yet? - None.
The other riders have come in for the night.
They're resting their dragons.
- I don't blame them.
I mean, look at meatlug.
She's sleep-flying.
- I got some provisions.
I'm going back out.
- Wait, what are you gonna do, fly all night? - If I have to, yes.
- Are you sure that's a good idea? - Well, I can't rest knowing the twins Are lost out there somewhere.
- [sighs.]
you're right.
I--we'll go with you.
Ugh! [meatlug snoring.]
- No, looks like you guys need some rest.
I'll be fine.
[lightning crashing.]
[ominous music.]
- You know, maybe we've been looking At this whole thing the wrong way.
Maybe the twins went after the skrill.
The skrill is attracted to lightning.
Maybe if we find the skrill, we find ruff and tuff.
It can't hurt, right? [toothless growls.]
We've tried everything else.
Come on, bud.
[lightning crashes.]
[toothless screeches.]
[grunts.]
[toothless screeches.]
Whoa! Watch your tail, bud! Ah! Ow! And I'll watch my leg.
[lightning crashes.]
Hang in there, toothless! Okay! Gronckle iron and lightning.
Not a terrific combo.
Come on, bud.
Get us outta here.
Outcast island.
I know, bud.
But we got no choice.
We have to set down and wait out the storm.
[lightning crashing.]
[thunder clap.]
[distant shouting.]
That's a lot of outcasts.
What are you up to, alvin? - All I know is he's planning Something big with that skrill.
- Alvin has the skrill? Wait-- Ruff? You're--you're alive! I-I don't believe it! Where-- Where's tuff? - He didn't make it, hiccup.
- What? - Kidding! He's right behind you.
- What's up, hiccup? Cool disguise, huh? [laughing.]
It's kinda itchy.
- Uh, yeah.
Not bad.
- Yeah, yeah, tuff hollowed out that tree So he couldn't be seen.
Problem is he can't move.
- And I have bark beetles in my pants.
I'm starting to like them.
[toothless grimaces.]
Hey, fellas.
A little to the left.
Really scratch around down there.
See what you can find.
- That's an image I could do without.
Wait a second, how did you guys end up here? - Alvin grabbed the skrill out of the water.
We decided to follow it.
- Weird, right? - No! Actually, it was good that you followed it.
- We knew that.
That's Why we did it.
- Okay.
Let's figure out what alvin plans on doing With that dragon.
- Bring it out! [all grunting.]
[dragon growling.]
- Yep.
There it is.
- Yeah.
- Man! This is not good.
- No.
- We are in serious trouble.
- With a capital "t"-- no, "s.
" Wait, would you capitalize "serious" or "trouble"? Both? - [grunts.]
- I'll shut up now.
- Hang on.
Mildew.
That's weird.
Those look like berserker soldiers.
Dagur! Dagur and alvin together.
With the skrill? Really not good.
[thunder clap.]
- The skrill, dragon of my people.
- [roaring.]
- So beautiful! So supple! So furious! - [grumbles.]
The only thing a dragon understands Is a staff to the snout.
- Touch him with that stick and I'll make you eat it.
- [screeching.]
- You have no idea what you're dealing with, do you? - [stammering.]
- Because if you did, You'd have this dragon safely out of the storm.
- And why is that? - He draws his power from lightning [sniffs.]
smelly old man.
- Bah, that's nothing but an old dragon's tale.
- [roaring.]
[electricity crackling.]
- [groans.]
- man, I love it when I'm right.
[laughter.]
- [babbling.]
- [cackles.]
Yes! Not to worry, baby.
When we get you all harnessed up, You'll be free to strike anyone you want.
Or, more precisely, Anyone I want.
[cackling.]
- Ah, the skrill isn't yours yet, dagur.
You'll get your prize, But only after you fulfill the terms of our deal.
- [babbling.]
- Remind me again why we're dealing With this lunatic.
- His knowledge of the skrill and the size of his fleet.
We need both to make sure we reclaim berk.
After we have, we'll dispose of 'em all.
- We have to sneak into town And find out what dagur and alvin are up to.
I can't go, they'd recognize me.
Ruff? - Outcast food gives me gas.
- Yet another image I can live without.
Okay, tuff! Looks like you're up.
You need to go down there and get as much info as you can Without being seen.
- Way ahead of you.
I'll move like the wind.
They won't even see me coming! [screaming.]
[grunting.]
Oh! [sighs.]
that was great! - Halt! What are you doing there? And who are you? - Who am I? I'm, uh I'm buffnut.
Yep! That's it! Berserker buffnut "bb," they call me.
Ol' buffynut.
I was sent by dagur to check your defenses.
Yep! I gotta check 'em out.
See if they're strong.
- Oh, yes! Yes, sir! I'm ready for anything.
- Okay.
Good! Now, where's the big meeting? You know, the pow wow.
- You mean alvin and dagur? - Did you seriously just ask me that, soldier? If you think I know the answer, You are sorely mistaken, mister.
Did you just ask me that? I've forgotten.
- Uh, so do you want to know? - Don't sass me! I'm still talking about whether or not You did seriously just ask me that.
- Alvin's throne room.
Just opposite the harbor.
They're celebrating the treaty, sir.
- Awesome.
Ju--uh, just Uh, stand there, at attention.
Straight-- straight back.
A healthy spine is a happy spine.
My fine fellow.
- Yes, sir! [sighs.]
- All right, dagur.
Let's talk strategy.
- Ooh! Strategy! Strategy! I love strategy! You first.
- Fine.
My fleet will lead-- - Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
- Wha? - Let me stop you there, big boy.
Try this on for size.
My fleet, led by the glorious skrill, Will lay siege to the dragon training arena - Gah! - And incapacitate hiccup and his night fury.
- Ahh! [coughing.]
- While you and your little fleet of rejects Blockade their harbor.
- I don't think so, dagur.
- Whoa! - First, I get berk.
Then, and only then, do you get the skrill.
- Really? - Yeah.
Really.
- Geez, al.
Don't get your skivvies in a bunch.
Fine.
We'll do it your way.
- Remind me why we're working with him again.
- Because we want that skrill.
Once we have it, we'll dispose of him.
And I was thinking, there are some really, Really fun ways we could do that.
See, uh-- - [chewing, slurping.]
- Who is smacking their food! I hatesmacking! My father used to smack! - Sorry.
I hate it when my mouth does that.
[laughs.]
cut it out, mouth! Shut up, nose! They don't like each other.
- Who are you? - [gulps.]
uh, me? I'm, uh-- I'm buffnut.
You know, buffnut the berserker.
- You're one of mine? What were you doing back there? - Uh, well, I was, uh, composing a poem In honor of your new deal with alvin, And I got hungry, 'cause poetry is very exhausting.
Geez, you gotta have a little something every six lines.
- A poem, eh? Let me hear it.
If I like it, I won't chop your legs off.
Now! - Uh Okay, yeah, definitely need those legs For the running and walking stuff.
There once was a village called berk, Run by a big viking jerk.
Blasting him would be thrilling, Then you'd go a-skrilling, And show us how to be Berserk? - I Would go A-skrilling? [laughs.]
I like it! You can keep your legs! In fact, yak ribs and burly cakes For my friend, buffnut! But no smacking.
I hatesmacking! [plate breaks.]
- [gasps, babbles.]
Poff-nuk! - Oh, what is your village babbler Going on about now? - Uh, so did I mention how much I hate berk? [laughs.]
hey, directions to berk! North till you smell it, west till you step in it.
Am I right, people? Come on.
[laughter.]
- Ah! Hurb durble! - Great idea, babbler! A song! I should sing a song.
So hooligan tribe, won't you come out tonight come out tonight, come out tonight hooligan tribe, won't you come out tonight or die by the light of the moon oh, by the light of the moon oh, by the light of the moon remember to use your fork and your knife and also use your spoon [laughter.]
- Snerk! Snerk! Oof! Ahh! - Nobody likes a heckler.
[laughter.]
Right? The plan is to smash those dirty berkians To pieces with both fleets.
It's gonna be awesome.
- Uh, you do realize we're the berkians.
- Oh, right.
Still gonna be awesome.
- Two fleets and a skrill Are gonna be pretty tough to beat.
- No, alvin has made it pretty clear.
Dagur doesn't get the skrill Until after they destroy berk.
I think they have trust issues.
- Wait, what did you just say? - I said they have trust issues.
- No, you said dagur doesn't get the skrill Until after the attack.
Think about it.
No skrill, no alliance.
No alliance, no invasion.
Tuff, I need you to get back into town And distract the arena guards.
Toothless and I are going to free that skrill.
- Uh, hang on a sec.
I'm pretty sure dagur threatened to cut my legs off.
- So? - Just wanted to get that out there.
Ah, fine! I'm going.
And my legs are on your head.
But not--I mean, not-- you know what I'm saying.
You'll be thinking about these legs if I Lose 'em.
- Good job, tuff.
That was quick.
[laughter.]
- Okay, okay, okay, okay.
I-I got another one.
How do you get a one-armed berkian out of a tree? - How? - You wave.
[laughter.]
That's assuming that he isn't just sitting on a branch.
- Ah, you kill us, buffnut.
- Oh, stop! You--you guards--you guys are just saying that.
I almost said "guards.
" Wait.
Guards? Aren't I supposed to be doing something with guards? - Oh, hey, don't leave! Oh, tell the one about the viking girl With the woolly igloo.
- It's gone! - [panting.]
oh, good.
I thought I was too late.
Nice job with those guards, by the way.
- Wha--what are you talking about? And where's the skrill? - Uh-oh.
- Uh, yeah, "uh-oh.
" - Well, if you don't have the skrill, And I don't have the skrill, Then who has the skrill? [distant scream.]
- gotta go.
- The skrill is gone! Sound the alarm! - Tuff, you go get ruff.
I'm gonna try and find that skrill before dagur does.
[thrilling music.]
- Going somewhere, dagur? - I go where I want, alvin.
- Not with our skrill, you don't.
- It's not yours.
It was never yours.
Hello! It's on my belt buckle.
It's on my sail, my shields! - We had a deal, dagur! - Yeah, uh, about that deal, I just changed the terms.
- [grunts.]
[roars.]
I'll cut you to pieces! - Oof! You'll try! - Give me back my skrill! - It was never your skrill, alvin.
It's ours! It's always been ours! Take that! [laughing.]
Yes! [gasps.]
- You can't run forever, boy! - Oh, I think it's time you did some running.
- Wha-- Ah! - Whoa-ho-ho-ho.
Tired of running? Want to try swimming? That won't work either.
[laughing.]
Well, that takes care of that.
Savage, I have a one-time offer for you and your men.
You can join me, Or you can join alvin.
Your choice.
[skrill roars.]
- That's not good.
I need to come up with a new plan, bud, and fast.
- The fleet is ready to sail to berk Sir.
- Excellent! Now that this whole alvin thing is behind us, We can lure hiccup and his night fury into battle! - Why wait? I'm right here, dagur.
Me and my night fury.
- Hiccup.
- I thought we could settle this like real vikings, Just you and me.
- [grunting.]
- sir, don't let him bait you.
We have the advantage in numbers.
Ugh! - Me and my skrill against you and your night fury? - [screeching.]
- I like those odds.
Take that! Oh, ho, ho, ho! Want to see superior warrior-ness? Just keep watching! - Really, dagur? I'm still here.
Fire, toothless, now! - [giggling.]
that's it? Huh! I was hoping for something more challenging.
[chuckling.]
- So was I.
[.]
water splashing [water splashing.]
- Any last words, hiccup? - I got nothing.
How 'bout you, bud? - [screaming.]
Aah! [panting.]
Aah! [thud.]
- I really don't think he's going to be Leading an invasion anytime soon.
[lightning crashes.]
Wish I could say the same for this guy! [thrilling music.]
We need to lose him.
Actually, scratch that.
We need him to follow us.
Ah! [screaming.]
Whoa! [screaming.]
Down, toothless, into that cut in the glacier.
Toothless, up there! Tight turn! - [roars.]
- Good work, bud! - Hey, why do you get to have all the fun? - Yeah, this job was made for us.
[explosion.]
[water rushing.]
[ice hardening.]
- Guys, let's go home.
- Thought you'd never ask.
- I am gonna miss some of those outcast guys.
They could really carry a tune - I know, right? - hooligan tribe, won't you come out tonight come out tonight, come out tonight - Well, I won't miss dagur, that's for sure.
- Uh, they could carry a tune, not you.
- The fleet has returned, dagur.
No sign of the skrill or the dragon riders.
[dramatic music.]
- [grunts.]
[toothless roars.]
[heroic music.]
- Yeah.
- Wow.
- Cool.
- Wow.
- Wow, nice.
- He's pretty good.
- Ruff! Tuff! I know, bud.
It's getting late.
But we gotta keep looking.
- Hiccup, any sign of him yet? - None.
The other riders have come in for the night.
They're resting their dragons.
- I don't blame them.
I mean, look at meatlug.
She's sleep-flying.
- I got some provisions.
I'm going back out.
- Wait, what are you gonna do, fly all night? - If I have to, yes.
- Are you sure that's a good idea? - Well, I can't rest knowing the twins Are lost out there somewhere.
- [sighs.]
you're right.
I--we'll go with you.
Ugh! [meatlug snoring.]
- No, looks like you guys need some rest.
I'll be fine.
[lightning crashing.]
[ominous music.]
- You know, maybe we've been looking At this whole thing the wrong way.
Maybe the twins went after the skrill.
The skrill is attracted to lightning.
Maybe if we find the skrill, we find ruff and tuff.
It can't hurt, right? [toothless growls.]
We've tried everything else.
Come on, bud.
[lightning crashes.]
[toothless screeches.]
[grunts.]
[toothless screeches.]
Whoa! Watch your tail, bud! Ah! Ow! And I'll watch my leg.
[lightning crashes.]
Hang in there, toothless! Okay! Gronckle iron and lightning.
Not a terrific combo.
Come on, bud.
Get us outta here.
Outcast island.
I know, bud.
But we got no choice.
We have to set down and wait out the storm.
[lightning crashing.]
[thunder clap.]
[distant shouting.]
That's a lot of outcasts.
What are you up to, alvin? - All I know is he's planning Something big with that skrill.
- Alvin has the skrill? Wait-- Ruff? You're--you're alive! I-I don't believe it! Where-- Where's tuff? - He didn't make it, hiccup.
- What? - Kidding! He's right behind you.
- What's up, hiccup? Cool disguise, huh? [laughing.]
It's kinda itchy.
- Uh, yeah.
Not bad.
- Yeah, yeah, tuff hollowed out that tree So he couldn't be seen.
Problem is he can't move.
- And I have bark beetles in my pants.
I'm starting to like them.
[toothless grimaces.]
Hey, fellas.
A little to the left.
Really scratch around down there.
See what you can find.
- That's an image I could do without.
Wait a second, how did you guys end up here? - Alvin grabbed the skrill out of the water.
We decided to follow it.
- Weird, right? - No! Actually, it was good that you followed it.
- We knew that.
That's Why we did it.
- Okay.
Let's figure out what alvin plans on doing With that dragon.
- Bring it out! [all grunting.]
[dragon growling.]
- Yep.
There it is.
- Yeah.
- Man! This is not good.
- No.
- We are in serious trouble.
- With a capital "t"-- no, "s.
" Wait, would you capitalize "serious" or "trouble"? Both? - [grunts.]
- I'll shut up now.
- Hang on.
Mildew.
That's weird.
Those look like berserker soldiers.
Dagur! Dagur and alvin together.
With the skrill? Really not good.
[thunder clap.]
- The skrill, dragon of my people.
- [roaring.]
- So beautiful! So supple! So furious! - [grumbles.]
The only thing a dragon understands Is a staff to the snout.
- Touch him with that stick and I'll make you eat it.
- [screeching.]
- You have no idea what you're dealing with, do you? - [stammering.]
- Because if you did, You'd have this dragon safely out of the storm.
- And why is that? - He draws his power from lightning [sniffs.]
smelly old man.
- Bah, that's nothing but an old dragon's tale.
- [roaring.]
[electricity crackling.]
- [groans.]
- man, I love it when I'm right.
[laughter.]
- [babbling.]
- [cackles.]
Yes! Not to worry, baby.
When we get you all harnessed up, You'll be free to strike anyone you want.
Or, more precisely, Anyone I want.
[cackling.]
- Ah, the skrill isn't yours yet, dagur.
You'll get your prize, But only after you fulfill the terms of our deal.
- [babbling.]
- Remind me again why we're dealing With this lunatic.
- His knowledge of the skrill and the size of his fleet.
We need both to make sure we reclaim berk.
After we have, we'll dispose of 'em all.
- We have to sneak into town And find out what dagur and alvin are up to.
I can't go, they'd recognize me.
Ruff? - Outcast food gives me gas.
- Yet another image I can live without.
Okay, tuff! Looks like you're up.
You need to go down there and get as much info as you can Without being seen.
- Way ahead of you.
I'll move like the wind.
They won't even see me coming! [screaming.]
[grunting.]
Oh! [sighs.]
that was great! - Halt! What are you doing there? And who are you? - Who am I? I'm, uh I'm buffnut.
Yep! That's it! Berserker buffnut "bb," they call me.
Ol' buffynut.
I was sent by dagur to check your defenses.
Yep! I gotta check 'em out.
See if they're strong.
- Oh, yes! Yes, sir! I'm ready for anything.
- Okay.
Good! Now, where's the big meeting? You know, the pow wow.
- You mean alvin and dagur? - Did you seriously just ask me that, soldier? If you think I know the answer, You are sorely mistaken, mister.
Did you just ask me that? I've forgotten.
- Uh, so do you want to know? - Don't sass me! I'm still talking about whether or not You did seriously just ask me that.
- Alvin's throne room.
Just opposite the harbor.
They're celebrating the treaty, sir.
- Awesome.
Ju--uh, just Uh, stand there, at attention.
Straight-- straight back.
A healthy spine is a happy spine.
My fine fellow.
- Yes, sir! [sighs.]
- All right, dagur.
Let's talk strategy.
- Ooh! Strategy! Strategy! I love strategy! You first.
- Fine.
My fleet will lead-- - Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
- Wha? - Let me stop you there, big boy.
Try this on for size.
My fleet, led by the glorious skrill, Will lay siege to the dragon training arena - Gah! - And incapacitate hiccup and his night fury.
- Ahh! [coughing.]
- While you and your little fleet of rejects Blockade their harbor.
- I don't think so, dagur.
- Whoa! - First, I get berk.
Then, and only then, do you get the skrill.
- Really? - Yeah.
Really.
- Geez, al.
Don't get your skivvies in a bunch.
Fine.
We'll do it your way.
- Remind me why we're working with him again.
- Because we want that skrill.
Once we have it, we'll dispose of him.
And I was thinking, there are some really, Really fun ways we could do that.
See, uh-- - [chewing, slurping.]
- Who is smacking their food! I hatesmacking! My father used to smack! - Sorry.
I hate it when my mouth does that.
[laughs.]
cut it out, mouth! Shut up, nose! They don't like each other.
- Who are you? - [gulps.]
uh, me? I'm, uh-- I'm buffnut.
You know, buffnut the berserker.
- You're one of mine? What were you doing back there? - Uh, well, I was, uh, composing a poem In honor of your new deal with alvin, And I got hungry, 'cause poetry is very exhausting.
Geez, you gotta have a little something every six lines.
- A poem, eh? Let me hear it.
If I like it, I won't chop your legs off.
Now! - Uh Okay, yeah, definitely need those legs For the running and walking stuff.
There once was a village called berk, Run by a big viking jerk.
Blasting him would be thrilling, Then you'd go a-skrilling, And show us how to be Berserk? - I Would go A-skrilling? [laughs.]
I like it! You can keep your legs! In fact, yak ribs and burly cakes For my friend, buffnut! But no smacking.
I hatesmacking! [plate breaks.]
- [gasps, babbles.]
Poff-nuk! - Oh, what is your village babbler Going on about now? - Uh, so did I mention how much I hate berk? [laughs.]
hey, directions to berk! North till you smell it, west till you step in it.
Am I right, people? Come on.
[laughter.]
- Ah! Hurb durble! - Great idea, babbler! A song! I should sing a song.
So hooligan tribe, won't you come out tonight come out tonight, come out tonight hooligan tribe, won't you come out tonight or die by the light of the moon oh, by the light of the moon oh, by the light of the moon remember to use your fork and your knife and also use your spoon [laughter.]
- Snerk! Snerk! Oof! Ahh! - Nobody likes a heckler.
[laughter.]
Right? The plan is to smash those dirty berkians To pieces with both fleets.
It's gonna be awesome.
- Uh, you do realize we're the berkians.
- Oh, right.
Still gonna be awesome.
- Two fleets and a skrill Are gonna be pretty tough to beat.
- No, alvin has made it pretty clear.
Dagur doesn't get the skrill Until after they destroy berk.
I think they have trust issues.
- Wait, what did you just say? - I said they have trust issues.
- No, you said dagur doesn't get the skrill Until after the attack.
Think about it.
No skrill, no alliance.
No alliance, no invasion.
Tuff, I need you to get back into town And distract the arena guards.
Toothless and I are going to free that skrill.
- Uh, hang on a sec.
I'm pretty sure dagur threatened to cut my legs off.
- So? - Just wanted to get that out there.
Ah, fine! I'm going.
And my legs are on your head.
But not--I mean, not-- you know what I'm saying.
You'll be thinking about these legs if I Lose 'em.
- Good job, tuff.
That was quick.
[laughter.]
- Okay, okay, okay, okay.
I-I got another one.
How do you get a one-armed berkian out of a tree? - How? - You wave.
[laughter.]
That's assuming that he isn't just sitting on a branch.
- Ah, you kill us, buffnut.
- Oh, stop! You--you guards--you guys are just saying that.
I almost said "guards.
" Wait.
Guards? Aren't I supposed to be doing something with guards? - Oh, hey, don't leave! Oh, tell the one about the viking girl With the woolly igloo.
- It's gone! - [panting.]
oh, good.
I thought I was too late.
Nice job with those guards, by the way.
- Wha--what are you talking about? And where's the skrill? - Uh-oh.
- Uh, yeah, "uh-oh.
" - Well, if you don't have the skrill, And I don't have the skrill, Then who has the skrill? [distant scream.]
- gotta go.
- The skrill is gone! Sound the alarm! - Tuff, you go get ruff.
I'm gonna try and find that skrill before dagur does.
[thrilling music.]
- Going somewhere, dagur? - I go where I want, alvin.
- Not with our skrill, you don't.
- It's not yours.
It was never yours.
Hello! It's on my belt buckle.
It's on my sail, my shields! - We had a deal, dagur! - Yeah, uh, about that deal, I just changed the terms.
- [grunts.]
[roars.]
I'll cut you to pieces! - Oof! You'll try! - Give me back my skrill! - It was never your skrill, alvin.
It's ours! It's always been ours! Take that! [laughing.]
Yes! [gasps.]
- You can't run forever, boy! - Oh, I think it's time you did some running.
- Wha-- Ah! - Whoa-ho-ho-ho.
Tired of running? Want to try swimming? That won't work either.
[laughing.]
Well, that takes care of that.
Savage, I have a one-time offer for you and your men.
You can join me, Or you can join alvin.
Your choice.
[skrill roars.]
- That's not good.
I need to come up with a new plan, bud, and fast.
- The fleet is ready to sail to berk Sir.
- Excellent! Now that this whole alvin thing is behind us, We can lure hiccup and his night fury into battle! - Why wait? I'm right here, dagur.
Me and my night fury.
- Hiccup.
- I thought we could settle this like real vikings, Just you and me.
- [grunting.]
- sir, don't let him bait you.
We have the advantage in numbers.
Ugh! - Me and my skrill against you and your night fury? - [screeching.]
- I like those odds.
Take that! Oh, ho, ho, ho! Want to see superior warrior-ness? Just keep watching! - Really, dagur? I'm still here.
Fire, toothless, now! - [giggling.]
that's it? Huh! I was hoping for something more challenging.
[chuckling.]
- So was I.
[.]
water splashing [water splashing.]
- Any last words, hiccup? - I got nothing.
How 'bout you, bud? - [screaming.]
Aah! [panting.]
Aah! [thud.]
- I really don't think he's going to be Leading an invasion anytime soon.
[lightning crashes.]
Wish I could say the same for this guy! [thrilling music.]
We need to lose him.
Actually, scratch that.
We need him to follow us.
Ah! [screaming.]
Whoa! [screaming.]
Down, toothless, into that cut in the glacier.
Toothless, up there! Tight turn! - [roars.]
- Good work, bud! - Hey, why do you get to have all the fun? - Yeah, this job was made for us.
[explosion.]
[water rushing.]
[ice hardening.]
- Guys, let's go home.
- Thought you'd never ask.
- I am gonna miss some of those outcast guys.
They could really carry a tune - I know, right? - hooligan tribe, won't you come out tonight come out tonight, come out tonight - Well, I won't miss dagur, that's for sure.
- Uh, they could carry a tune, not you.
- The fleet has returned, dagur.
No sign of the skrill or the dragon riders.
[dramatic music.]
- [grunts.]