Dragons: Race to the Edge

This changes everything.

Now!

Anything?

Nothing. It's not even hot.

Huh. That combination of blast just isn't enough to melt the chain.

Um, hello, why are we not just using Changewing acid? We know that works. Duh!

Oh. Thanks for volunteering to milk a Changewing for us.

Funny, Astrid.

It's not that funny, pal. Let's remember who fills your bowl.

Hookfang!

Look, we're not always gonna have Changewing acid on hand, Snotlout.

That's why we have to find the right combination of dragon fire

to get through these chains.

I think we need more of our dragons' fire.

Okay, bud, here we go. One more time. Toothless, go.

Hookfang. Barf, Belch.

Hello? Hi? Are you gonna help or not?

No, Snotlout, we're not.

Because as usual, Hiccup and Fishlegs are over thinking everything.

In delicate matters such as these,

logic and reasoning can only take you so far.

-You have to trust your instincts. -Follow your gut.

You have to have the right inspiration.

In other words you must have

-twintuition. -Twintuition.

"Twintuition." What are you talking about?

Ah! Knew you were gonna say that.

-You know why? Because of our twintuition. -Twintuition.

Yes, it's the direct perception of truth, fact, and insight,

completely independent of any reasoning process

or logic that we could possibly come up with.

It is the solution to any problem.

-Shall we? -We shall.

Thanks to the power of our twintuition, we will break the chain.

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Oh, yeah.

What? Oh, come on!

-Okay, Macey, let's try this one more... -

Macey? Macey! Can you hear me? Say something. Say something.

Oh, Thor. What have I done?

These chains!

What's going on? What are you doing?

I don't deserve the comfort of a warm bed or soft pillow on which to lay my head.

My body must suffer on this cold, splintery floor of despair.

It's not even that splintery.

Oh, no, no.

Thanks, chicken. I needed those extra splinties.

Oh, brother.

Hiccup, get up! It's an emergency!

What? What? What is it? Hunters?

Oh, no!

Oh, you know what? I'm going back to bed.

Please. Please, Hiccup. Only you can fix her.

I can't live without my Macey. Macey, please.

Ack! You see what I'm dealing with?

Tuff, I am not going to fix your mace in the middle of the night.

The forge isn't lit and Meatlug's sleeping.

Hiccup! You don't understand.

I can't wait. I can't live without Macey.

She completes me. Look at her, broken, alone.

She needs emergency care. Right now!

Wait, wouldn't that be great if there was a place like that?

Where you could go any time,

and you would be provided with the best medical care available?

Forget it. You'd die waiting in line.

True. Hiccup, what say you? Will you save my Macey?

Tuff, if it's that urgent, fly to Berk. Gobber would be happy to fix it.

Wait, all the way back to Berk?

Hey, what about the Northern Markets?

That's a great idea, sis. They're way closer.

They're also way too dangerous.

You are not going to Northern Markets.

They are crawling with Dragon Hunters.

Do you hear me?

Come on, bud.

-♪ Hooligan tribe ♪ -Woo-hoo-yeah!

♪ Won't you come out tonight Come out tonight? Come out tonight? ♪

What muttonheads.

Hmm. This is Gronckle Iron.

You know it.

I've never seen a hunter carrying a Gronckle Iron mace before.

Um... That's because it's a Dragon Rider's mace.

Yeah. We took it from a rider.

The one with the squeaky voice

and the metal leg and the tousled brown hair.

Yeah, and then we broke it over his head.

You know, we want it for our trophy wall.

Impressive.

Twintuition.

Hey! We've got two heroes in here.

They took out a Dragon Rider. No, check that.

They took out "the" Dragon Rider.

-Ow. -

Finally, we're getting somewhere.

Yeah, with Ruff and Tuff and their twintuition on Berk,

it's much easier to make progress.

They went to Berk? Ha-ha, those dummies.

When I saw 'em, they were going north, the exact opposite direction.

So, unless the world is round, they're never gonna make it.

Oh, for the love of-- They're gonna get themselves killed.

Ignoring the pain, I wrapped my hands around the Dragon Rider's throat

and admired his tousled brown hair,

and then I squeezed his neck like it was a turkey's neck!

One Gronckle Iron mace, good as new.

But then his dragon came at me.

Oh! The vicious Night Fury was black as my boots,

and had eyes that glowed like the harvest moon.

But when I held out a fist full of stinky eels,

he ran off like a little baby!

Night Fury? They should call it Fright Fury!

Tuff, he took Macey.

Hey. Wait a minute. Macey.

No. Mm-mmm, where do you think you're going?

-Twintuition! -Twintuition!

Nice haircut. Viking Cuts?

You working hard, or hard...

Is it hard to work? Hmm.

Ah, foiled again.

All right. We're marching in there and taking back what is ours.

-We will not stop until Macey is home. -

I'm gonna kick open that door and then I'm going to--

Tuff, do you feel that?

You mean a burning sense of purpose?

Absolutely. The return of my Macey--

No, no, no. None of that. The boat, it's moving.

And that, my friend, is not good.

Not good at all.

Whoa!

Whoa, cool!

My fellow hunters.

In the very near future, the Dragon Riders will be but a distant memory.

However, time is unfortunately not on our side.

Thus, it is imperative that we complete Project Shellfire

in a timely manner.

Only then will we reclaim the seas and shores

that by all rights belong to us!

Now get back to work!

Project Shellfire. Sounds important.

No wonder they stole Macey.

Something this big would need one big, valuable, beautiful mace.

I think this is bigger than Macey, bro.

Bite your tongue. Nothing is bigger than Macey. Macey?

- -Tuff!

I know this is gonna be hard or you to hear, but I need you to hear it,

so I'm just gonna say it.

There comes a time in every Viking's life

when they must give up the thing they love the most.

Stick out your tongue.

Ow!

You may not be able to handle the truth, but here it is.

There are other maces in the armory.

-Oh! How could you? -And you'll find one as good as Macey.

Maybe even better. Mace technology has come so far!

Gods! No, no.

We better split up.

You see, I have work to do,

and that work doesn't involve a mace hater.

Oh, God, no.

Twins? What twins?

Stormfly? Jog his memory.

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Oh, oh! Yes, yes, yes, twin Dragon Hunters that wanted a Gronckle Iron mace repaired.

Dragon Hunters?

They said they broke the mace over a Dragon Rider's head.

You know, the one with the high voice and the one leg.

Oh, wow. Wonder who that could be.

Where did they go?

I have no ide--

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