My Chieftess... ✨Scripted✨ version

Race to the Edge Season 2: Episode 1 Team Astrid

Astrid: You're wrong, Bo. You're wrong.

Bodil: Hey, I get it. You want to stay on Berk and protect your family, but you can't be there every second of every day for the rest of their lives. They been protecting themselves since before we were born and will continue to while we're not around. Hiccup and I are gonna head out to Dragon's Edge, check in on those guys and see if they have spotted Dagur. Which I doubt because it's them. So just think about it. We'll be back in a couple of days.

Spitelout: *groans*. A hundred and eleventy twenty.

(Back at Dragon's Edge, Dagur has his fleet cornering the riders)

Hiccup: Dagur's found the Edge.

Bodil: This is not good.

Fishlegs: Hiccup! Bodil! Thank Thor.

Hiccup: Is everybody okay?

Fishlegs: Meatlug took one in the wing, but she'll be okay in a few days.

Snotlout: They got the drop on us Hiccup, hit us before we knew they were there. If our only warning system hadn't been...

Tuffnut: Hey! Let's not start throwing the twins under the yak cart!

Bodil: We have to fight back.

Ruffnut: We tried, but it didn't go so well.

Snotlout: Dagur has us totally pinned down.

Fishlegs: With a dozen ships.

Tuffnut: And they have this catapult, that can launch, like 20 arrows at a time. It's actually pretty cool. I'm asking for it for Snoggletog. Think Dagur will give it to me?

Hiccup: It doesn't matter, this is our home and we're defending it. Now, think... What are our advantages?

Fishlegs: We have the high ground

Hiccup: That's right

Snotlout: And good cover.

Ruffnut: Supplies?

Tuffnut: And we have dragons.

Hiccup: Okay, that's pretty much implied, but I like the spirit. We'll send a terror mail back to Berk for reinforcements. In the meantime, we hold the Edge.

(Back at Berk)

Astrid: Not all combat is in the air. Today, we're going to practice precision landings...

(Stoick lands)

Astrid: Like that

Stoick: Astrid, we just got a Terrible Terror. Dragons Edge is under siege by Dagur's fleet.

Astrid: How many ships?

Stoick: At least a dozen.

Astrid: Ugh, long odds.

Spitelout: Let me help even them.

Gustav: I'm coming too.

Astrid: Absolutely not, you are not ready for combat. You will all stay here, that is an order.

(Back at the Edge)

Snotlout: Now, Hookfang, stat.

(Fighting continues)

Tuffnut: No chicken left behind.

Berserker: Ready, aim

Hiccup: Toothless, plasma blast.

Dagur: Is that the best you can do Hiccup? Because it's not enough. Focus all you fire on...

Berserker: Dragons! Approaching from the south

Dagur: Two late guests, clearly they're not aware of party etiquette. Take 'em down!

(Fighting continues)

Stoick: Don't worry boy, this should only take a minute. Maybe two.

Hiccup: Dad! Toothless look out!

(Fighting continues)

Gustav: Element of surprise! Key to any battle.

Dagur: More dragon riders.

Astrid: Yes!

Dagur: That's cheating!

Stoick: Nice shot, son!

Hiccup: Good to go, dad.

(Fighting continues)

Vorg: Surrender or perish.

Tuffnut: It's like looking into a mirror, but you're better looking.

Ruffnut: Yeah!

Savage: Sir, they're cutting us to pieces, we need to withdraw.

Dagur: Oh! Come on, her? Since when did she ride a dragons?

Savage: Sir!

Dagur: Yes, I know! You're a cheater, Hiccup! You've always been a cheater.

(Dagur is defeated)

Astrid: You all disobeyed my direct order. Who's idea was this little mutiny?

Gustav: It was mine.

Spitelout: No, it was mine

(Everybody says it's their idea)

Astrid: Okay, Everybody. Get up. What you did was dangerous, foolish and completely not what you were trained to do. But it was also brave, and you worked together as a team. I couldn't be more proud to call you fellow dragon riders.

Astrid: Gustav, as the most experienced rider, I'm putting you in charge of the Dragon riders' Auxiliary.

Gustav: Yeah! Gustav, that's me!

Astrid: I'll be staying here, on Dragons Edge. After all I can't protect Berk all by myself every second of every day. And you guys proved you're ready for the job.

Snotlout: They did handle themselves pretty well for the B-Team.

Hiccup: B-Team? No, this is Astrid's Team...The A-Team!

Everybody: You here that, A-team? Not to shabby!

Astrid: But, if I hear you're slacking off one inch, I'll be on to you like a Gronckle on Granite.

Gustav: We'll keep the broom handy. Mount up A-Team.

Snotlout: They grow up so fast, don't they?