GOBBER: Don't worry, you're small and weak. That'll make you less of a target. They'll see you as sick or insane and go after the more Viking like teens instead. Hehe.

[Gobber tries to encourage Hiccup as he directs him towards the other kids, accidentally pushing the auburn-haired boy into Fishlegs]

"Yeah, thanks for the help Gobber!" Hiccup remarked sarcastically.

Overjoyed to be appreciated, the blacksmith replied with glee, "No worries, it's all a part of the job. Glad to be of service."

The disabled Viking failed to see his Chieftain roll his eyes, not at all 'glad' with his friend's 'help'. Hiccup, however, did see his father's actions, which caused him to chuckle slightly. Despite being on the other side of the room Stoick heard him – saw him. The shake of his shoulders as he laughed, the sound his voice made as he did so… how long had it been since Stoick last heard that beautiful sound? A month? A year? Three, maybe? While a child's laughter might be of no worth to others, to a father, the sight is invaluable. How could the giant man overlook such a precious experience for so long?

GOBBER: Behind these doors are just a few of the many species you will learned to fight. The Deadly Nadder.

FISHLEGS: Speed eight. Armor 16.

"Oh no, here we go again!" Snotlout complained as he dragged his hand down his face.

GOBBER: The Hideous Zippleback.

FISHLEGS: Plus 11 stealth times two.

GOBBER: The Monstrous Nightmare.

FISHLEGS: Fire power 15.

GOBBER: The Terrible Terror.

FISHLEGS: Attack eight venom 12.

"CAN YOU STOP THAT!" The same black-haired Viking from before screamed as he glared angrily up at the screen, the same time as Gobber (the one on-screen) shouted at the incessant babbling of one chubby bookworm.

GOBBER: CAN YOU STOPE THAT?! AND… The Gronkle.

[Gobber raised his hand and placed it on the handle beside the door to the Gronkle's cage as Fishlegs whispers to Hiccup]

FISHLEGS: Jaw strength eight.

"Really, Fishlegs?! REALLY?! No one cares about that stuff!" Snotlout remarked, "We're VIKINGS! We don't need that book stuff."

"I can't help it Snotlout," squealed a frightened Fishlegs as he tried to back away from his friend, "It's really interesting, and besides, I can't do what you do! I memorize all the essential information so you don't have to, and then you go and break things, that's how it works." The chubby teen answered, becoming more confident with his reasoning.

Snotlout seemed to contemplate Fishlegs' response for a moment, "Hmm. I hadn't thought about that. Just keep it to yourself! I can't be using all of my brain mussels thinking about what you said when I should be kicking a-"

"Alrighty then!" interrupted a certain Eevee, knowing where this conversation was going, "How about we get back to the film?"

SNOTLOUT: Woah, woah, wait! Aren't you gonna teach us first?"

GOBBER: I believe in learning on the job."

"For crying out loud, Gobber! If you keep teaching the way you do, we'll have no Vikings at all to fill our ranks." The bearded Chieftain chastised his friend.

"Oh come now, Stoick." The blacksmith replied, "It works, doesn't it? I mean, look at Hiccup! He's the in the class – thanks to my methods!"

"He also under speculation for treason."

"Right, well then. It still worked for teaching how to blacksmith! Despite his lack of mussel, he's the best apprentice I've had." The blonde reminded.

Stoick sighed, "And look at how much trouble that's gotten us into. If I hadn't given Hiccup that job, then he wouldn't have taken that dragon down and I wouldn't be taking him to Viking court, now, would I?"

"Yes, but that has nothing to do with my teaching methods!" Gobber smiled, believing, in his mind, that he had won the argument.

"Cut it out, Gobber, this isn't helping any." Hiccup pointed out.

"Hiccup!" Gobber gasped in horror, "My honour is at stake here! If word gets out that I'm a bad teacher, no one will give me their kids, and I'll be stuck in that smithy with no entertainment!"

Ignoring Gobber's frustration, the movie played on.

[The lock on the Gronkle's cage was lifted up, allowing it to burst through the doors – causing the teens to scatter]

GOBBER: Today is all about survival. You get blasted, you're dead. Quick, what's the first thing you're going to need?

HICCUP: A doctor.

"Okay, that was pretty funny, Hiccup." Astrid noted, "but your comedic timing needs some work, though."

FISHLEGS: Plus five speed.

ASTRID: A shield.

GOBBER: SHIELD! GO!

[The teens scatter once again to go find shields, meanwhile, the Gronkle is still causing a mess]

GOBBER: Your most important piece of equipment is your shield. If you must make a choice between a sword and a shield, take the shield.

[Gobber helps Hiccup pick up a shield before pushing him in the direction of the dragon]

TUFFNUT: Get your hands off my shield!

RUFFNUT: There's like a million shields!

"YES! Some screen time! Oh great movie, how you make us so happy!" Tuff cried as he and his sister looked up adoringly at the screen.

TUFFNUT: Take that one, it's got a flower on it, girls like flowers.

[Ruff hits her brother over the head with the shield]

RUFFNUT: Oops, now this one has blood on it.

[The gronkle shoots lava at the twins]

GOBBER: Tuffnut, Ruffnut, you're out.

TUFF/RUFF: What?

"Ha! Expect those losers to fight over something so stupid at a time like this." Snotlout remarked.

"I OBJECT!" Loki stood from her seat, "they are NOT losers! They are misunderstood GENIUSES!"

"Loki, I agree with you, but sit down." Toxic reprimanded, throwing a stray piece of popcorn (a piece that Tuff had previously dropped) and pegged it at her.

GOBBER: Those shields are good for another thing, noise! Make lots of it to throw off a dragon's aim.

[The teens start banging on their shields with their weapons of choice, causing the Gronckle to become dizzy]

GOBBER: All dragons have a limited number of shots, how many does a Gronckle have?

SNOTLOUT: Five.

FISHLEGS: No! Six!

GOBBER: Correct, six! That's one for the each of you!

[Fishlegs' shield gets blown apart by the Gronckle's fire]

GOBBER: Fishlegs, out.

[Hiccup starts to make his way out from behind some wood before darting back behind it when the Gronckle fires at him]

GOBBER: Hiccup! Get in there!

"Geez, Hiccup, don't be such a scaredy-yack. It's not like it's gonna kill you, oh wait…" says Snotlout before chuckling to himself.

SNOTLOUT: So anyways, I'm moving into my parent's basement, you should come by sometime to work out, you look like you work out.

[Astrid rolls away from Snotlout as the Gronckle fires at them, escaping from his flirtations at the same time]

Ruff took this opportunity to embarrass the boy beside her, "Hey Snotlout, look! If that's not evidence enough that Astrid can't stand you, then I don't know what is!" she laughed, "No, like, seriously, she couldn't stand beside you, she ran away."

GOBBER: Snotlout, you're done.

"Ooh! And he just got sent out of the ring!" Tuff exclaimed as Spikelout glared at the embarrassment that was his son.

"I KNOW that already, Tuffnut, I was THERE!" The boy argued back, the imaginary icy daggers thrown by his father at him becoming slightly unbearable.

"Ooh! And now his dad's all angry!" Ruff chimed, "What you gonna do, Snotlout? You wouldn't hit a girl, would you?"

"He wouldn't, he's too chicken, but I'm not!" her male twin replied before landing a right hook on her.

"TUFF! I'm on your side here!"

"Wait, we have sides?! I thought it was everyone for themselves!"

"We're not FIGHTING!"

HICCUP: So, I guess it's just you and me, huh?

ASTRID: Nope, just you.

[The Gronckle fires at Hiccup, causing his shield to fly off his arm and roll away. He, foolishly, chases after it]

GOBBER: One shot left.

[The Gronckle corners Hiccup against a wall]

GOBBER: Hiccup!

Stoick jumps up from his seat through pure instinct – worried for his son's life, "HICCUP!"

[As Hiccup prepares himself for death, and the Gronckle conjures up another lava blast, Gobber pulls the dragon's head upwards, causing it to miss Hiccup]

GOBBER: That's six. Go back to bed you overgrown sausage. You'll get another chance don't you worry.

[Gobber shuts the doors to the Gronckles cage before looking at the teens]

GOBBER: Remember, a dragon will always, always… go for the kill.

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait, umm, yeah. I hate myself for making you wait so long... again. I'll just, ya'know, exist stage left.