My Chieftess... ✨Scripted✨ version

Episode 2: Sandbusted

Snotlout: I'm guessing you want that back. (The thief runs through under a bridge with Hiccup, Snotlout and Toothless chasing after him)

Snotlout: Snotlout! (Snotlout yells while making a quick turn)

Berthel: Catch, Amos! (hands the betrothal gift to Amos, his companion)

Hiccup: Amos? (Hiccup glares, remembering the name. Amos runs past two other traders. Hiccup then gasps) Look! (Hiccup points because there seems to be a confusion to where and who they were following)

Snotlout: Huh?

Hiccup: Where'd he go? (runs for Toothless)

Snotlout: Ah! I don't know! I lost track of who we were chasing. Agh, I hate being confused! (growls)

Hiccup: (on Toothless' back, ready to fly off) Really? I figured you'd be used to it by now. (Flies away)

Snotlout: Heard that. Hookfang!

Hiccup: There!

Snotlout: Help! The Curse of Tears is real!

Hiccup: Uh. The footprints just stop. I mean, he couldn't have just disappeared.

Snotlout: Well, maybe it's the Curse of Tears. Ooh! Scary.

Hiccup: Never seen anything like this...

Snotlout: Me neither. (Snotlout is grabbed by the Sandbuster)

Hiccup: Oh, no!

Snotlout: Hiccup! Help!

Hiccup: Toothless! Hang on, bud!

Hiccup: Where are we?

Snotlout: Who cares? Look around you. (laughs) Gold, silver, silver, gold. How I love thee to caress and to hold... (screams after grabbing a part of a skeleton) Whoa. Oof. Aww, man. What is with these bones? They're ruining my treasure pleasure.

Hiccup: Snotlout, it's not your treasure. And from the looks of things, having it didn't help these guys much. We need to worry less about this junk, and figure a way out of here or all the treasure in the world won't help us. Okay, first things first. I need something to replace my leg.

Snotlout: Oh, a leg, you say? I have just the thing.

Hiccup: Snotlout, what are you...[Babbling]

Snotlout: Shush, you! There. Trust me. He won't miss it. Thank you, dead body.

Hiccup: I guess I can live with that. Now, we need a plan before that sand thing comes back. Hmm. This stuff is everywhere.

Snotlout: No kidding. Look.

Tuffnut: And voila! You, my good fellow, are the model of a modern Viking gentleman.

Ruffnut: Every Viking leader needs a formal attire. Am I right? Am I right!?

Fishlegs: Yes!

Tuffnut: Indubitably

Astrid: Mm-mm.

Tuffnut: Well luckily your opinion is not important. What do you think, Bo?

Bodil: Tuff; while you know I appreciate your sense of style, this is a betrothal gift, not a 'Babe; I think your sense of style sucks. Here's a new outfit' gift.

Tuffnut: Ugh her fashion sense is dreadful.

Ruffnut: Uh, just dreadful.

Tuffnut: Scarf exit.

Ruffnut: Time is wasting.

Bodil: Listen, I think we just have to face the facts, guys. Since Gobber destroyed my childhood token that I was planning on giving Hiccup. There's nothing else I can get Hiccup Haddock that he doesn't have, doesn't want, or doesn't need. I'm useless.