"Gather around, come on one and all! You may think these dragon killing weapons have no more use…but think again," Gobber said, "This long sword is now a lovely butter knife," he said, demonstrating, "Eh...it's also great for making bread crumbs," he said as the plate shattered.

"Tough luck there, Gobber," Snotlout snickered.

Hiccup stole a glance at his mentor.

The Vikings stared at him with blank faces.

Gobber cleared his throat, "Moving on…"

Mildew gasped, "Well this is a dark day…a great dragon slayer peddling his weapons as kitchen utensils…hmm," he muttered.

"Up next, how about this…uh," Gobber stuttered, looking around, "…Handy fly swatter," he grinned, smashing the weapon onto the table, "…Aha…also good for getting rid of unwanted tables," he said cheerily.

The Vikings stared.

The teens gaped at the blacksmith's misfortune.

Mildew disagreed.

"Now, for the lady of the house," Gobber continued, "When the hubby's off pillaging, how are you going to protect yourself from home invaders? No problem when you've got Big Bertha," he said, accidentally setting off the catapult sending it crashing into a home.

"Mild calibration issue?" Hiccup chuckled.

Gobber huffed, "Mind your own business, toothpick," he retorted.

"Hey wait! There's more!" Gobber tried, "Come back! You haven't seen everything..I haven't cleaned out my dungeon yet!"

"It's okay Bertha…we'll find a place for you," Gobber sighed, turning back into the forge.

"I greatly appreciate you helping me out, Gobber," Stoick said.

Stoick's eyes widened.

"I'm just glad I could find time in my busy schedule, Stoick," Gobber replied.

"I've got a full day ahead of me, here's your half," Stoick said.

"Oh…this'll be interesting," Gobber replied.

"Remember, some of these situations are delicate…they require diplomacy," instructed Stoick.

"Oh, no problem! I'm great at…that," said Gobber.

"Really?!" the teens gaped.

"Really?" said Stoick, "You can speak to people with tact and sensitivity?"

"Oh," Gobber said, "I thought it meant clubbing people on the head and asking questions later…but I can give your thing a shot."

Stoick face palmed, "I sense a disaster…" he sighed.

Gobber rolled his eyes, "Oh come on Stoick…I can't be that bad…"

...

Stoick pressed two ice blocks onto his forehead and groaned.

Gobber bit hs lip and winced.

"Here you go dad," Hiccup said, handing him a cup of ale.

Stoick struggled to pick it up, "Wow, a two block headache…you know dad, I think you're being a wee bit, rough on Gobber," Hiccup said, "It was his first day…tomorrow will be way better."

Stoick inhaled, "Oh it will be for me, because it won't involve Gobber."

Gobber gasped, "You're going to get rid of me, Stoick?!"

"No! No…" Stoick sighed, "Well…maybe…" he said sheepishly.

"What do you mean?" Hiccup asked.

Stoick slammed his cup down and groaned, "I tried to fit a square peg into a round hole, and it sunk a ship and named a baby girl Magnus…now I'm not saying she didn't look like a Magnus, but try telling that to her parents," he spat.

The teens bit back a laugh.

"I can't believe you let him go!" Hiccup cried, "Well we've got to help him."

Stoick rubbed his forehead, "We don't have to do anything…you, on the other hand are going to be very busy finding a job for Gobber," he said.

Snotlout came running towards them,

"Hey look at Snotlout," Tuffnut snickered, "I've never seen him run so fast!"

"Hiccup! I'd never thought I'd say this…but Hiccup…HELP!" he screamed.

The teens—bear Snotlout—burst out into a fit of laughter.

Spitelout and Snotlout grit their teeth in frustration.

The villagers screamed as Hookfang continued to set the buildings aflame.

"Everyone back away, the dragon's out of control, it's not safe here…" Stoick said.

Scan to Hiccup, Snotlout, and Toothless sprinting, "I don't know what happened! I was just rubbing his head…he usually loves that! …But this time he went crazy…my dragon hates me," Snotlout moaned.

The twins snickered as said Viking began to turn crimson.

Hookfang continued to uncomfortably run his snout against the ground.

Fishlegs lifted his arms, "They do say a pet starts to take on the characteristics of its owner…I think that's what's happening here," he said, folding his hands behind his back.

"Hey!" Snotlout cried, elbowing Fishlegs in the gut.

"Hey!" Snotlout cried, elbowing Fishlegs in the gut.

Snotlout blushed—again—in embarrassment.

"Yeah, I rest my case…" Fishelgs gasped.

Fishlegs nodded, agreeing with his future self.

"Stand back. I came here to do what I do best," Gobber said as he began to swing his bolas.

Hiccup gasped, "Gobber?!"

Gobber stared at his onscreen self, "Sorry lad…I don't know what—will—came over me…" he said.

"He's going to kill my dragon?" Snotlout asked.

Spitelout groaned, "Snotlout!" he shouted, "What did I say about talking quietly?!"

Snotlout sighed, "To not to…" he said.

"Good," Spitelout said, "…Remember that," he threatened.

"No! He's not," Hiccup reassured.

"Uh, yeah he is," Tuffnut said.

"You don't use that stuff to butter toast," Ruffnut added.

"Yes you do," Tuffnut chimed in.

"I mean we would…but you don't," Tuffnut finished.

"See?!" Tuffnut boasted, knocking helmets with his sister.

"Dad?! You can't be serious! Hookfang is Snotlout's dragon…he's a good dragon," said Hiccup.

"He's a good dragon," Snotlout pouted.

"There's probably just something wrong with him," Hiccup added.

"There's definitely something wrong with him," Snotlout whined.

Spitelout groaned and slapped his forehead in frustration.

"Sorry…dad," Snotlout said sheepishly.

"…When the world around you changes, the good men around you find a way to change with it," Hiccup voiced-over, "And Gobber is one of those good men…in fact, he's one of the best."

Gobber opened his mouth and sang, "I've got my axe and I've got my mace and I've got my wife with the ugly face, I'm a Viking true and true!" he hummed, filing a Zippleback's mouth.

The screen scanned upwards, revealing a large dragon's tooth atop the blacksmith's shop.

The screen fades black…

"…Hold on a sec," Gobber said, "I'm going to be a dentist?!" he cried, "…I've always wondered what that would be like," he grinned.

A/N:

-All requested episodes will be written as the full episode; all non-requested episodes will only contain parts of it (Such as the past two chapters).

BlackBlood-Selected episodes will be chosen to be written as the entire episode

DragonsAddicted-There are many "Watching the Movie" fics, so I decided to write this type of "Watching the ?" fic

Next Episode: Animal House (By request(s), will be written as a full episode)