A/N: No long ANs...No long ANs...No long ANs...

Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter! I myself feel this story is bordering on lame as it is, and that, if all goes according to plan it's going to become corny as heck.

Hey, look at me, not a long AN! I'm really sorry about those, guys, truly, I am. It's just that I don't really have anybody to ramble to except myself, and not to mention I have the attention span of a butterfly and the conversation skills of the Tooth Fairy from Rise of the Guardians. And I also have the rambling ability of her, too, it appears! When Chapter 9 is done, I'm gonna see how long I can make the AN :D You guys are going to hate me :D In other news, I have a headache so let's just get this posted and I may have to take a little break from the computer...


"I can't believe— The boy cut himself off at the sight of Tuffnut, Camicazi, Astrid, Hiccup, both Fishlegs', both Toothless' and both Snotlouts standing there. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah," Tuffnut said. "Hi, me. I'm you."

"What?"

"I'm you. Wanna go blow stuff up?"

"I'm sorry," book Tuffnut said politely. "I don't understand you."

"Let me do the talking," movie Hiccup mouthed.

Book Fishlegs shook his head. "What that boy is trying to say is that his name is Tuffnut, too, and he's from an alternate universe. He isn't from around here, but he heard about a boy with his name and wanted to meet him."

"Oh." Book Tuffnut looked much less confused. "Hey, then." He smiled at him.

"Wanna go blow stuff up?" Movie Tuffnut asked eagerly.

Book Tuffnut shook his head. "No, thank you. But thanks for asking!"

He shut his door and movie Tuffnut stood looking at it for a second.

"THAT'S ME?"

"What?"

"THAT'S ME IN BOOK FORM? I'M…I'M…NICE! I'M POLITE! I SAID NO THANK YOU!" Tuffnut stormed away, leaving the other teens on the doorstep.

"Well," movie Hiccup said, "that's that."

They all walked away from the door and the dragons walked after them, exchanging looks and wondering if their humans had gone crazy.


A few hours later, movie Hiccup was sitting on the beach, staring out to sea.

Camicazi came over to him. "This is sort of cool," she told him. "You know, you being here."

Hiccup sighed and rested a hand on his head. "Yeah? Well, it doesn't feel cool."

Camicazi frowned. "Why not?"

"Because, I…well, I have no idea where I am!" Hiccup said.

"You're on the Isle of Berk— Camicazi began, but quickly stopped as book Fishlegs and Astrid came over to them.

"What's up?" Astrid asked, poking Hiccup in the arm. Book Fishlegs had started chatting away to Camicazi, apparently without a care in the world.

Hiccup sighed. "Nothing."

"Oh, c'mon, I know that look," Astrid said, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "It's the something's gone wrong but I won't tell anybody expression of yours."

"Really, it's not anything…" Hiccup protested.

Suddenly, movie Tuffnut came over, a suspicious grin on his face.

"Oh, hey, Tuffnut," Hiccup said. "So—what did you do?"

Tuffnut laughed. "My, aren't we paranoid."

"Just tell me what you've done!" Movie Hiccup said.

"Oh, you're going to love it," Tuffnut said.

"Oh, I bet not," Hiccup muttered. He raised his voice slightly. "Listen, Tuff, if you've done anything and I mean anything illegal or dangerous – like drinking mead, or giving some to Fishlegs or anything else I am going to tell the chief."

Tuffnut grinned. "It's only illegal if Stoick's forbidden it!" He yelled happily, then ran off shouting after them, "My book form is gonna love me!"

"Oh, great," Hiccup moaned. "Now what has Tuffnut done?"

"And he's done it to himself," Astrid pointed out.

They all exchanged 'oh-Thor' looks.


"I'm not sure exactly," Book Stoick said. "I know it most likely won't be easy."

Movie Stoick sighed and shook his head. They had been trading theories as to how they'd get off the freaking island for a couple long minutes and neither of them had come up with anything. "Maybe Hiccup or one of his friends can help us," movie Stoick said.

Book Stoick snorted quietly. "Yeah, right."

"Hey, watch what you're saying," Movie Stoick said angrily. "That's my son you're scoffing at!"

Book Stoick crossed his arms. "All I'm saying is that maybe you should leave the question of how you go up to us."

"And what have we come up with? Thor, it's nearly sunset and we're not back yet! Do you realize how many people are missing? Myself, my son, four of his friends and his dragon! How do you expect us to get by without being missed for long? I'm the chief of the village, my absence is surely going to be noticed soon!"

"We'll find a way to get you off the island," book Stoick said. "Just give us time."

He went to the door and opened it. "I'd better check to make sure those kids that came here aren't causing any trouble."

"Believe me, they can cause a lot," Stoick told him. "But my son can handle them."

Just then, it appeared Stoick spoke too soon. Because a boy with thick black hair ran across their line of vision clutching a bucket that was close to his size.

"There!" he yelled, drenching another boy.

Movie Tuffnut ran up and soaked the black-haired boy with another bucket.

The dark-haired boy turned and chased after him, scooping up a bucketful of seawater in his own can.

Movie Hiccup ran right up to the boy still left, whose clothes were smoking slightly. "Are you alright?"

"C'mon, Hiccup, join in the fun!" movie Tuffnut urged him, getting ready to drench him in water.

"I can't have fun because in case you haven't noticed, Tuffnut, you nearly killed this poor boy trying to set him on fire!" Hiccup yelled, pointing at the thinner boy.

"I wasn't trying to set him on fire," Tuffnut said in a patient voice one might use on a child having a tantrum. "I was only trying—

"Hey, Hiccup!" Camicazi yelled. "Have you seen my Hiccup?" Then she spotted Tuffnut standing there clutching the bucket of water. "Ooh! Can I join?"

"N-no one is joining!" Hiccup sputtered. "At least not until everything gets done! Tuffnut, YOU— and here he pointed at Tuff. "—Can go apologize to Tuffnut Junior and make sure he's okay and that the worst of his burns aren't too bad. You, Snotlout, can go dump that bucket of water out right there because I see you and this is not fun this is work!" Hiccup's green eyes blazed.

"Aww," Tuffnut said, clearly hugely disappointed. He slowly and reluctantly walked back towards book Tuffnut, but book Snotlout came over and shoved Hiccup's face in a bucket of water.

Hiccup came back up, practically breathing fire himself. "Snotlout—

"Nobody tells Snotface Snotlout what to do!" book Snotlout said arrogantly.

Movie Snotlout looked torn between disgust and approval.

Movie Hiccup said, "I wasn't talking to you! I was talking to HIM!" He pointed at movie Snotlout.

"Okay, but can we still have fun?" Camicazi asked.

"Maybe," movie Hiccup replied. "After everything is done and cleared up."

"Let's just go back inside," movie Stoick whispered. He'd been the first to regain the power of speech. "The kid on fire was fine."

"Hold on, hold on!" book Stoick said, stomping out of his house. His fetching blue cloak sailed behind him as he said, "Alright, guys, what is going on here? Anyone care to tell me? Huh? Anyone?"

There was a tense silence.

Then everyone began talking at once.

"I wasn't trying to set him on fire—

"Tuff nearly killed him—

"—Oh, don't be dramatic, Snot, you know he's fine."

"Alright, shut up!" Astrid yelled.

Both boys stopped.

"I wasn't trying to set him on fire," Tuffnut added in a hasty whisper.

"That doesn't matter," Stoick said impatiently. "Just tell me what happened, alright? Think you can handle that?"

Tuffnut nodded.

"Well, I decided to play a prank on him and it involved fire. Lots and lots of fire. And I guess it got a little out of hand because he actually got burned and well…" Tuffnut finished awkwardly.

"All right," movie Stoick said angrily. "You guys all get this mess cleared up. C'mon, Stoick…let's just go back inside."

And with that, back inside went they.