"Who are you to call me Mad Mildew?" sneered Mildew.
"Your future chief" smirked HICCUP, crossing his arms.
"Not if I have anything to do with it" sneered Mildew.
"Oh, shut you old clot" said ASTRID.
"Do not talk to your betters that way" said Mildew, rising up.
"You are not my better. Your just a crazy old man" said FISHLEGS. Mildew couldn't decide who he was glaring at. He kept shifted his eyes from one teen to the other. The onlookers couldn't decide if they should stare, open mouthed, or laugh really loudly.
"I am not crazy!" yelled Mildew. The younger versions of the teens were laughing.
"You're so senile you married a sheep" said HICCUP.
"At least my mother and father raised me" sneered Mildew. Everyone gasped.
"Your Mom even hated you enough to name you Mildew. I don't even think you were born, you just formed from the slim of rotting stuff" said Hiccup.
Mildew was slowly going red.
"Stoick, I demand that these Dragons shouldn't be allowed in this village!" yelled Mildew.
"Great," sighed SNOTLOUT, "it's bad enough we have to listen to you in the future but come on mildew get over it you are never going to get rid of the dragons we already saw your tricks framing toothless and the others, poisoning the dragons, convincing my uncle to get rid of the dragons we saw all of your tricks you are never going to get rid of them ever."
Mildew's face now resembled that of a tomato.
"What does that mean?" asked Gobber, eyeing the two Night Furies.
"He's been trying to get rid of the dragons the second we made peace. So far he's: Blamed the dragons on every thing that goes rogue, Poisoned them, oh, and sided with the outcast's and helped them capture me" explained HICCUP. Stoick's cheeks went red.
"He did what?" asked Stoick, glaring at the man.
"He will do it. He hasn't done it yet, and when we go back to our time, you'll have forgotten everything" said Hiccup.
"I do not want Mildew in my village until then. Mildew you are to stay in your house until they are gone" said Stoick. Mildew huffed. He stood his ground.
"Stoick, you should be ashamed of your son, both of them, they were born disappointments and grew into traitors" said Mildew.
"And you were born with grey hair and wrinkles" said Hiccup, his newly found dragon standing behind him.
"How dare you?"
"No, how dare you. If I am to be the chief of the tribe, I need to start standing my ground. And that includes little old men who are married to their sheep, belong on Outcast Island, has more wives than friends, and I rather hang with a rotten cabbage than with you. So I suggest you do as your chief commanded it and leave."
The entire tribe agreed there and then that Hiccup would make a good chief one day. He looked pretty scary with the Night Fury snarling at Mildew. Who turned and stomped away.