A/N: Wow, this is getting exiting. I know its cheesy, the whole book thing, but I had to get them to Berk, so… enjoy! I would recommend listening to the songs when they come up.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Good morning, Good morning,

We've danced the whole night through

Good morning, Good morning, to you

I groaned. I was lying on some grass, how did I get here and why were there singing voices around me.

Good morning, Good morning,

It's great to stay up late

Good morning, Good morning, to you

Then it hit me.

"Sarah, Shut up!"

"It's not me, Patrice."

When the band began to play

The stars were shining bright

Now the milkman's on his way

It's too late to say goodnight

I looked up. Sarah was lying next to me on the grass, and her mouth was so wide it looked like her jaw would come unlatched. I looked towards the singing to see a giant musical number. You know how In the lion king, that huge dance with Simba and Nalla, where He's singing about wanting to be king, and all the animals where dancing! I'm talking that! I'm talking Broadway! And all the people… where Vikings. Don't ask me how I know… the horned hats where a dead give-away.

So good morning, good morning,

Sunbeams will soon smile through

Good morning, Good morning, to you

The song ended, and all of the people acted like nothing happened. They carried on with whatever they had been doing before they broke into song. Well, all but one.

"That's exactly what I'm talking about!" A red-haired boy was saying. "Didn't anyone else notice that?"

The rest of the Vikings either ignored him, or murmured in disagreement. Then, I recognized the boy. Though I was used to seeing him as an animated Dream-works character, It was plainly obvious who he was. I got to my feet. Sarah was hyperventilating.

"That's- that's- that's- that's…"

"Diaphragm Contraction man, yeah, I noticed." She was about to pass out.

"I forgot how to breathe."

"In, out, in, out."

She started running towards him, but I caught her by the back of her collar.

"Stop right there, we need to asses the situation."

"Screw That, its HICCUP!" she said, pulling away from my grasp.

I sighed. In the grass next to me was the old book. I picked it up and started ambling over to where my sister was introducing herself to the Viking boy.

"I don't usually talk to inanimate objects," I said, glaring at the book, "but you've really screwed me over."

I looked up from my constant glare at that terrible, awful, no-good, very-bad piece of literature, to see two huge luminescent green eyes staring at me. But the eyes weren't the scary part! A pitch-black dragon was standing in front of me, looking curious. What would you do in that situation? Well, I did what any SANE person would do and screamed. Loud.

The dragon just tilted its head, and I raised the book over my head to bring it down on him.

"Patrice!" Sarah grabbed the book from my hands and kicked me in the shins.

"OW!" now I was annoyed.

"That's obviously Toothless, you Idiot!"

"No, I'm pretty sure it has teeth." I said, as the dragon bared its teeth and let out a low growl. "at least 97.9 percent sure!"

Just then, the red-haired boy, oblivious to the Patrice-Dragon Conflict, came over to us excitedly.

"You must be the answer to my prayers!" he said, "I asked Odin to send help, and he did!"

"Why do you need help? Everyone seems pretty happy here."

"Yes, they are, but there's this strange phenomenon where every now and then the village will break into…" He never got a chance to finish that sentence. He never needed to.

They got

The mustard

O_UT! (they got the mustard out!)

A/N: Ok, that last song was from Buffy's "Once more with Feeling" episode. If you haven't seen it, I recommend looking it up on YouTube. Just type "Buffy the vampire slayer mustard" or something along those lines. I think this will be the last update for today, but I'll work on a third chapter.