The Whomping Willow was mad. Always rather a violent tree, it did not appreciate a flying boat with three rubbery children inside crashing onto its glamorous branches(at least that was how it thought of itself) and causing ugly scratches.
After ferociously smashing the annoying little boat to splinters, the Whomping Willow grabbed one of the pesky little children, a particularly small one who screeched like a banshee, and dumped her into the Forbidden Forest, where it hoped some monstrosities would chomp her down.
He next human was more like a stick insect. It had the amazing ability of being able to scream, sob, sneeze, cough, and scratch all at the same time. Rather impressed, and feeling rather sorry for the thing, which had turned bright red with anxiety, the tree tossed the poor little creature into the lake. Maybe it would cool down a bit.
The last one was a scrawny thing, with a messy bright red mop over its head. The Whomping Willow, who always liked neatness, did not like this one. It decided it wanted some fun. The Whomping Willow aimed carefully, and catapulted the small human straight into the castle.
. . .
The next day, Fishlegs and Camicazi would each have great stories to tell. Fishlegs would tell of how he was rescued by a giant octopus in the lake and how he saw a glimpse of an underwater village.
Camicazi would sing on about her perilous journey through the forest, battling giant spiders and werewolves.
Poor, poor Hiccup would have the unwanted experience of being hung from the ceiling by his ankles for the rest of the day, while being jeered at by Peeves the Poltergeist because of damaging the Whomping Willow and shooting straight into a big bowl of onion soup in the great hall, the headmaster's favorite food. So much for good luck. . . .
After the two arrived at the school, Hiccup was brought down from the ceiling and rounded up with his friends to face their dooms. Angry faces loomed above them.
"And how did you three get to smash into the valuable Whomping Willow?" inquired Professor Gorf, a horrid looking woman with two pointed ears and a long tongue. She kept threatening to "...turn you all into apples if you little beasts don't tell the truth!"
"Well, it was just going well until a bird dropped out of the sky and took the disk away." Hiccup tried to lie.
"What?" Professor Gorf shrieked. "That's not possible! The boat should have been going too fast for a bird! You're lying! I shall turn you into an apple!"
Professor Gorf wiggled her ears, first her right one then her left, stuck out her tongue and turned Hiccup into an apple.
"Ahh! Hiccup! Turn him back, you-"
Camicazi was turned into an apple.
Fishlegs kept silent. Professor Gorf turned to Fishlegs with an evil gleam in her eyes.
"Now, tell me the truth or I'll turn you into an apple." She purred menacingly.
Fishlegs looked around frantically. There had to be something of use. Then, he saw what seemed to be something round that was quickly expanding by the second in the distance. What was it? There was also a slight squealing noise in the air.
And then, Fishlegs understood. "You see," he started. Then, he stopped.
"What is it, boy?" asked Professor Gorf. She leaned toward him. "What?"
And at the last second, Fishlegs ducked. What seemed to be a round green cannonball crashed into Professor Gorf's stomach and bounced off. It was Toothless.
Professor Gorf swayed. First to the right, then to the left. Then, she stuck out her arms and collapsed, absolutely unconscious.
Toothless squealed from the ground. He had rolled into a tight ball and seemed to be stuck on the ground, held down by an unseen force.
"Toothless s-stuck!" Toothless wailed, even though he knew Fishlegs couldn't understand him.
Fishlegs picked up Hiccup and Camicazi.
"What should I do?" panicked Fishlegs. He tried to wriggle his ears but he didn't know how.
"Maybe the other Professors would know what to do. Not all of them could be as nasty as Professor Gorf, right? Right, guys?"
The apples sat helplessly. There was nothing they could do.