05x03 - Barrel of Vine Tails

[bunniefuu]

- Come on, Eugene. Is he done yet?

- Yeah. Feathers is starving.

- Ah, be patient!

Webmaster likes to take his time chewing.

Don't you, buddy?

D'Angelo says he has
a very sensitive esoja...

stomasasis.
Esophagus.

- That's what I said.
So back off,

and give the dragon his time.

- What's with the bag?

- Fellow riders, I come bearing snacks.

My grandparents sent me a care package.

- Now Eugene can wait his turn.

- Too slow!

First dibs right here.

Huh?

What? Hey!

- Thanks, Dee.

- Just sharing the love.

What else do we have here...

And that's it. There's nothing
else in the bag. Nothing .

- What do you have over there?

- Nothing.
- I smell chocolate and...

coconut?

That's right. My nose is world class,

and this guy's holding out on us.

Ah!

- What are you hiding?
- And why are you hiding it?

- Come on, come on! Spill it!

- My grandma sent
some of her famous haystacks, okay?

They're the most delicious
creation on the planet!

Creamy chocolate draped
over crunchy coconut flakes

for the perfect single bite.

Mm...

They're unsharable.

Come on, guys!

They're my favorite thing in the world!

Besides you, girl.

- D'Angelo, you know how chalky
the chocolate is

in the general store.

- If you got the good stuff,
you got to give it up!

- Guys, if D'Angelo
doesn't want to share,

he doesn't have to share.

- Thank you, Jun.

- I really thought
that reverse psychology thing would work.

- Well, then it's back to plan B.

Brute force!
Guys!

Hey, pal.

I think I might
have found the key

to finally understanding
my connection to Thunder

and the Dragon Realms.

- Ooh, conspiracy theories.

Hit me.

- I was thinking, why would my family

have the Viking helmet that
unlocked a box with this book

unless the author was part of my family?

But until I know his name,
I can't know for sure.

I mean, I kind of know what he looked like
from drawings in the book

and on the wall of that cave
in the Realm of Kings.

And I know the word "hiccup"
is used to describe him,

but that's probably because
he had Viking indigestion.

But if I knew his real name,

then I could at least
try to find out who he was.

- So, you didn't find his name?

- Yeah 'cause if not,
I was in the middle

of shaking D'Angelo down
for his haystacks.

- Well... No, no.

But look! This passage mentions
his resting place.

Where there's a resting place,
there's got to be a gravestone.

And gravestones have names on them!

- So, you wanna look for a dead body?

I'm in.
- No, no, not the guy . The gravestone.

- Mm. That's fine too, I guess.

- Any idea where to start looking?

- It's in the Nature Realm. Come on, pal.

Today's the day we solve the mystery.

- Come on, D! Let's mount up!

- Seriously!?
You dragged Webmaster into this?

- You've won this round, D,
but it's not over yet.

Oh no. Not by a long shot.

- Look at this place.

The colors are unreal.

- So, what's a Viking grave look like?

An obelisk? Or like a henge, maybe?

- I was just thinking we'd find a rock
with these designs around it

and hopefully a name carved into it.

- If we're going on an epic quest,
I'm gonna need my strength.

No!

- Hey! I see rocks.

There might be Vikings buried under them.

Good eyes, Alex!

Let's see what we can find.

- Whoa. Over here!

Eh?
- There's nothing on it.

- Well, what do you call that?
- Moss?

- Are you kidding? It's Abraham Lincoln!

- Eugene, this is serious.

Don't you get what it's like
to know you're connected to something

and be so close to figuring it out?
It's not a joke to me.

- What? It seriously
looks like Abraham Lincoln!

Or maybe it's that Colonel chicken guy.

- Huh?

I hear you, Eugene.

- What? You hear this, too?

- Anybody else hear that?

Hey!

My haystacks!
- Something's in the trees.

- Aw. It's kinda cute.

What the heck is it?

- It's a dirty, rotten thief!

- Wait a second.
It looks familiar.

Ah-- They're called Vine Tails!

- And they just stole my haystacks!

How does that book say we get 'em back?

- Ah! The book! They took the book!

- Don't freak out, Tom. My tablet!

Get 'em! Ah!

- Alex, wait up!
You ever seen her this mad?

- She's mad?
Well at least her tablet can be replaced.

That book is old and priceless.

It could fall apart at any second.

- They're gonna eat all my haystacks!
Or worse.

What if they melt and go to waste?

- Come on, focus.
We'll get everything back.

Ah!
- Jun!

- I'm fine. Just get the book!

- Whoa! Thunder!

U-turn!

- I'll cut 'em off!

Watch out!

- That was too close.

- That's my girl.

You're not the only one that
can sneak up on someone!

Feathers! Get that thing!

- Come on, girl!

No!

- Eugene saves the day!

And these babies are m--

Gah!

- Yoink. Thanks for the assist.

Thank me with chocolate!

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
No, be careful with that!

- Ugh! If they crack my screen,

I swear...

Ah! My baby!

It's okay. Mama's here.

- Just... a little... bit more...

- Woo-hoo!

It's a Plowhorn interception.

- Ha! This dragon thinks it can
win a tug of w*r with Plowhorn?

- Yeah, right. You got another thing
coming, little buddy.

- Uh, Tom? Plow's gonna need a hand!

- Seriously? Come on, pal.
We can't let them get the book.

- These guys are strong.

- It's okay. Nothing can out-pull Plow.

- D? Are you sure?

- They got the book.

And the canopy's too thick
to fly after them.

- Don't worry. We'll get it back.

Maybe we'll have better luck
on the ground.

- There they are.

- Look! They dropped it! Now's our chance.

- Thunder, you think you can fly at them?
- Don't.

Chasing them didn't work.
They'll just take the book and run again.

- Then we need a way to bring them to us.

- Oh, come on! Nuh-uh! No! No!

- It was the first thing they stole.

- We are not using my haystacks
to bribe those things

into giving us the book back!
- You don't think they'll like them?

- It's impossible not to like these!

- Prove it. Ah...

- D, please.
The sooner we get the book back,

the sooner we can look
for the resting place.

- My grandma only sends me
these once a year, but sure!

Let's give them to
some random dragons we just met!

Probably won't even savor them.

- Everyone. Take it easy.

D! You got this!

Keep going!
- I'm trying. Plow stopped.

- Is something wrong?

Hey, guys? These vines.
Thunder's tangled in them.

- Wu and Wei are, too.
- What kind of plants are these?

- Ah! The dragon-eating kind!

- Plow! Come on, girl!

- Get off of them!

- No, no, no, no, no!

Quick! Feed them your coconut things!

- To plants? That is a crime!

- Ah! We're on the menu next!

- D! You're close enough to that clearing
to jump free of them!

- You wanna leave our dragons?

- We can't do any good for them here!
We're sitting ducks!

- Jun's right. We can find
a way to help them there.

But over here, we're just plant food.

Come on!

- Okay. These things must have a weakness.
Tom...

This just got worse.

- We're caught in a death sandwich!

All this to find some
dumb name on a gravestone?

Way to go, Kullersen!

At least there's time for one last meal,
I mean...

We're dead.

- Huh?
- Any second now!

- They gave the book back?

- They used us.

- They took our stuff to lure us here.

- Some mammals in the wild
understand basic bartering.

Manipulation!
Trading goods for services.

- What a bunch of tricky jerks!
Who manipulates people for food?

- We can't worry about that now.

Our dragons won't last much longer
with those carnivorous plants.

Thunder, fire!

- Plow! Hit 'em with the loog!

- It's not working!

- These plants seem to be dragon-proof!

- If blasts don't work, what will?

- Brute force! Ugh!

Help!

- Maybe we should fight vines with vines.

Alright, everybody. On three!

One, two, three.

It's not strong enough.

- Nothing's strong enough
to pull them free,

and we're running out of time.

- Alex, I need to borrow this.
- Hey!

Not cool!

- Tom!
- What are you doing!?

- I have an idea. Trust me!

Look out!

- Thanks, pal. I'm gonna get you
out of here. I promise.

Psst! Hey!

Listen. We need your help.

Ah! No, no, no, no, no, no! Look.

Here. For you. Trade.

You can have this stuff if you help us.

Wait. Wait, no! No!

You have to help us!

It's called bartering! I give you this,
and you help! Not cool!

- What are they doing?
- They're gonna help us!

- Trust him, pal. It's okay.

- You think this will work, D?
- They out-pulled Plowhorn before.

If this doesn't work, nothing will.

- Yeah, Thunder!

- Think you can help us, pal?

Don't worry! You're next.

- Yes!
- You had me worried there, girl.

- So glad you're back.

Of course, it would be nice
to have my tablet, too.

- Yeah, about that.
These dragons like to trade,

and they still need help getting
back and forth to that tree.

- I'm not staying here forever

playing Dragon Dash Delivery Boy
for these things.

- I don't think we need to.

Smallest to largest.
That big one is all you, Plowhorn.

- She's on it. Giddy up, girl.

- It works!

Look at them go!

- No need to trick
any unsuspecting dragons now, right?

The book!

- They dropped my tablet!

It's past warranty!

Not a scratch. Phew.

- You are so lucky this still turns on.

- Now, I think if we head back to
the bouldered area, we can still--

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You're not seriously
gonna keep looking

for that resting place after all
we've been through today?

- Well, I mean,
that is why we're down here.

- Uh, that's gonna be a hard no from me

because Eugene the machine
needs his rest.

I know you don't understand,

but being this awesome
really takes it outta you.

- Eugene...

I think...

the drawing isn't
a gravestone or a carved rock.

It's the base of a tree. This tree!

The book wasn't talking
about a final resting place.

It was a place he came to relax.

- Those aren't Viking carvings.
They're roots.

- Huh? Oh, yeah. Of course.

And, uh, I discovered it,
so you're welcome.

Pop a squat, Kullersen.

- It wasn't wrong.

This is a pretty nice resting place.

- Hey, Tom. There's something
carved into the tree.

- What?

- What's it say?
Yeah!

- Don't keep us hangin'!
Does it say Kullersen?

- Or is it a Viking death curse?

"All who sit in this tree chair
are doomed."

- It says...

Haddock.

- Haddock. Like the fish?

- Ha! All this was a wild fish chase?

That stinks, man.

- Look, it's just another dead end.

It doesn't mean there aren't
more answers out there.

- Sorry, Tom.

- Even though you didn't find
any answers about your family,

maybe I can share a little bit of mine.

- Oh, wow!

- I'll share with all of you
because you're my best...

buds.
- Even me?

- Just eat the chocolate.

- Mm. You weren't kidding.

These are amazing.

Your grandmother is... Mm, wow.

Aren't you gonna have any?

- I may have eaten too many.

- Hey, boyo.

Everything okay?
- Eh...

- That good, huh?

- I've been trying
to figure something out.

I thought whoever wrote this book
might be connected to me in some way.

- Tom...

Where did you find this?

- Uh-- Uh, it-it's a long story.

I'm trying to figure out who wrote it.

But all I found
is the word "haddock."

- Haddock?
- Yeah, but I'm pretty sure

a fish didn't write the book.
- Tom...

- What is it, Mom?

- Haddock isn't just a fish.
It's also a name.

My great-grandfather was a Haddock.

- Really?

That means we're Haddocks, too.

And the author of the book
was named Hiccup Haddock.

And we had the helmet.
And I found the box.

And then this book--
- Whoa, whoa, slow down,

Tom. What are you saying?

- This Hiccup guy

seems to be
the greatest dragon rider ever.

And I'm related to him.

We both are.

What am I supposed to do with that?

- I guess that's up to you, boyo.

- Tell me more, Mom.

I wanna know everything there is
to know about our family.

Starting with my Great-Great-Granddaddy.

- Well, he was a very big man

with a very big beard,

and he loved onion rings.