It had been about 6 months since Sorath and Brooklyn both proved to the village of Berk that dragons weren't bloodthirsty monsters. But there will be one night where their beliefs are challenged as a new dragon emerges.

Brooklyn had been startled awake one night when a Viking named Hoark had shouted "Fire!" His protective instincts quickly went into motion, getting out of his cot, his Skrill Voltwing rumbling in confusion.

"C'mon boy, we have some protecting to do." Brooklyn said in determination, hopping onto Voltwing's back after going outside of Sorath's house, to see that Gobber's blacksmith home was on fire somehow.

He flew over, Voltwing's taloned feet grabbing a bucket of water. "The wind is shifting, Fire Brigade, move it!" Stoick roared. "Brooklyn, bring Voltwing in!" He ordered, the former gargoyle nodding and flying over the roof, Voltwing throwing his bucket of water onto it.

"Astrid, bring the Nadders in from the south!" Stoick shouted again, Brooklyn watching the blonde nodding. "I'm on it!" She and the rest of the flock of Nadders did their part in putting the fire out.

"Gronckles, aim for the roof!" Stoick also shouted, Fishlegs leading his own group of dragons, Sorath and Toothless finishing off what was left as the two friends landed.

Stoick looks pleased. "Good work, just a few hot spots left."

Sorath was looking worried, as much as Brooklyn. "Where's Gobber? Is he still inside?" Sorath asked.

Stoick's face frowned. "No, can't find him."

That was when some coughing came from the smithy and Brooklyn looked over to the sight of Gobber coming out, his face looking rather furious. "I'm right here! That beast will pay for this!" He snapped, mailing the former second feel really confused.

Ruffnut herself was also just as confused. "Uh, what?"

Gobber raised his fist up to the sky from his anger. "You pushed me too far this time, you ugly bag of bones!" He yelled out.

Brooklyn scratched his head while Voltwing rumbled, tilting his own while Sorath looked to his father. "Dad, what is he talking about? Our dragons don't do that anymore." He said.

Stoick gives a sigh which told Brooklyn that the chief had had moments like this before. "No, son, he doesn't mean one of yours. Gobber, for the last time, there is no such thing as a..."

Gobber spoke over him. "Boneknapper?" He finished.

Brooklyn's eyes rounded from the name, having remembered seeing it in the book but not having much info. "Boneknapper? Really?" He asked.

The smith nodded at him. "Aye, laddie. Since yer still new I'll brief yeh. Boneknapper is a disgusting foul beast. Wearing a coat of stolen bones like a giant flying skeleton!" He describes in a dramatic fashion.

Fishlegs also added some info in too, looking excited. "Oh, the Dragon Manual says that the Boneknapper will stop at nothing to find the perfect bone to build its coat of armor. It's awesome!"

But for Brooklyn he had never seen one of these things, making him wonder if it was a real dragon, while Stoick chortled from it. "Ahah! Come on! It's just a myth! It doesn't even exist!"

Gobber shook his head, his eyes desperate. "I'm tellin' ya, it's real! I've been running from him my whole life. He's the one who started this fire!"

That was when however Spitelout appeared from the wreck of Gobber's house, a little smirk on his lips. "Stoick, we found Gobber's underpants by the stove. They must've started the fire." He said in a chuckling way, the rest of the town laughing as well.

Brooklyn looked over to Gobber in pity as the old blacksmith's eyes now had a hurt look in them, Stoick also smiling playfully. "Still think it's the Boneknapper, or just your underpants?"

Gobber tried once more. "I don't think! I know! Somehow he found me again! This dragon is pure evil!" He growled, making Brooklyn tense, eyeing Sorath who had the same expression.

Stoick mostly sighed. "Gobber, it's late, and we're too tired for your stories. Now get some rest."

Letting out a huff, Gobber snatches his underpants from Spitelout, hobbling away. "You rest! I'm putting an end to this!" He began going down to the harbor. "Come on, Phil. Let's go. We don't need their help anyway." He grumbled, the sheep Brooklyn guessed was Phil baaing while he followed.

Just seeing him like that made Sorath's expression pain filled. "We can't let him go off by himself Brook." He muttered, Brooklyn nodding in agreement. "Yeah. I don't want to see him get mauled by this Boneknapper thing."

Now having made up their minds, Sorath turned to the rest of the riders. "Vikings, grab your shields!" He ordered, all except Snotlout cheering.

Snotlout folded his arms, scoffing. "There's no way I'm getting into a boat to go after a fake dragon."

Brooklyn however, gave him a death glare. "This is a team effort, Snotlout. And if you don't like it, you can stay here and help re build the smithy by yourself!" He snapped, feeling his gargoyle toughness coming out which made Snotlout gulp, knowing now not to get on Brooklyn's bad side. He nods quickly. "Ok, ok! Sheesh!"

Sorath and Brooklyn both fist bumped each other from that little moment.

...

In the early morning now the teens and Brooklyn were with Gobber in his little boat with no sail, Brooklyn grunting with effort while rowing it.

Gobber was at the bow, directing them. "Stroke, stroke! Come on! Put your backs into it! You're not even trying! Stroke!"

Sorath looks around at them all with a grin. "How fun is this, right? We got the team back together, another adventure, this is pretty cool, huh?"

Brooklyn grunts again, despite his stomach growling. "I think we should've packed some food. And I hope Voltwing is behaving himself." He now wished they all brought their dragons.

Snotlout rolls his eyes. "Yeah, and nothing cooler than rowing until your hands bleed."

Gobber sniffled, wiping his eyes in happiness which made Brooklyn's heart light from it. "I just want you kids and gargoyle to know that it touches my heart, you helping me slay the Boneknapper. True Vikings, you are."

Brooklyn gave a shrug. "No problem. Families help out each other." Gobber gives Brooklyn another little smile from those words, having grown a bigger soft spot for the young gargoyle.

Ruffnut groaned from her own rowing. "Gobber... are we there yet?"

Fishlegs took this moment to shine. "Oh, you'll know we're close when your ears explode from the piercing screams. Legend says this dragon's roar is so fierce, it can melt the flesh right off your bones!" He said, making Brooklyn swallow from the thought of losing his own flesh.

"Not so, Fishlegs!" Gobber states, making the chubby boy look up in surprise. "The Boneknapper has no roar at all, that's why he's terrifying. He's a silent killer."

Brooklyn blinked in confusion, wondering how a dragon could be quiet. "So you're telling me that if we don't hear anything... we... die?"

Silence fell amongst the group. Tuffnut frowned. "I don't hear anything." He whispered. Right until Phil the sheep bleated, making them all jump and scream.

Gobber chuckled from the reaction, Brooklyn's face flushing. "Good one Phil!" He snorted, until soon going into storyteller mode. "Did I ever tell you about the first time I met the dreaded Boneknapper?"

Brooklyn looked with interest. "I was a young lad. About your age. On summer vacation with my family. When I heard the call of nature." Gobber starts, making Brooklyn smirk lightly, wondering what that really meant. "Soon I saw an army of Vikings in ice, frozen in battle. Clutched in the fingers of one of the Vikings was a small treasure chest... I had to have it.

I smashed it out of the ice, and pulled out the chest. It was the most beautiful thing I ever saw. But the frozen Viking was still alive! He started punching me in the face, causing my tooth to fall out!" Gobber states, gesturing to his stone tooth, Brooklyn and Sorath looking at each other with raised brows. "And there it was... I never even heard it coming. The Boneknapper! It crashed into the glacier, causing an avalanche of frozen Vikings!

I reached into the water... only to find the frozen Viking punching me in the face again! The Boneknapper wanted that treasure. But I wanted it more!" Gobber says, finishing how he somehow outran the dragon and landed right back onto his parent's boat.

The entire group simply stared while Gobber laughed. Snotlout scoffed. "You expect us to believe that a frozen Viking punched you in the face?" He asks in disbelief.

Gobber nodded. "Yes, twice!"

Brooklyn eventually found himself nodding while shrugging his shoulders. "Well... it can happen." He attempted, Gobber raising his brow at him. "What do you mean, it can happen? It did! But I outsmarted the giant beast!"

Fishlegs chuckles. "Um, Gobber, I hate to be a stickler for details, but Boneknapper are not silent."

The smith rolls his eyes. "Fishlegs, I know what I didn't hear. But, I could feel it..."

While he kept up his rambling, the teens listening, Fishlegs seemed to be the only one noticing the sharp rocks heading their way. "Uh, guys? Are there supposed to be... I-I really think we're gonna hit these!"

"...I could taste the oncoming doom." Gobber says proudly before Brooklyn gives out a shout from the impact of the boat smashing on the rocks, causing him to lurch forward onto the bottom of the boat with the others.

Once it all settled down, Astrid grunted when sitting up, glaring. "Um, I'm tasting rocks." She said in sarcasm. Gobber however looked excited. "Ah, we're here."

Brooklyn rolls his eyes. "Oh, and I guess shipwrecking was your big plan to find where the Boneknapper is?"

Gobber slaps him lightheartedly on the shoulder. "Sense of adventure lad!"

After the gang managed to get ashore, Ruffnut watched their ship sink into the water. "Ugh, now we're stuck in the middle of nowhere, and no one knows where we are!" She complained.

The former gargoyle himself wished even further now Voltwing was with them, since he could've given them a ride home while he sat down on a rock.

"Except the Boneknapper!" Fishlegs pointed out. "Legend says..."

Snotlout looked at him sharply. "Hey, you know what legend also says? Stop talking!" He snarled.

Fishlegs threw down his stick. "Ok, you just hold on for one darn second!"

The kids kept up arguing until Brooklyn had enough. "Just stop already! This won't help us get home!" He said in frustration, Sorath nodding while Gobber simply smiles. "No need to panic, kids. I've been shipwrecked many times."

Sorath rolls his eyes. "Oh, that's comforting." He says, Brooklyn face palming.

Then Gobber began to tell yet another story. "You never forget your first shipwreck. I was stranded on an island, with only my broom. It was a very small island. It's no wonder the Boneknapper found me again. He never forgave me for taking that treasure. There was another island, my only escape. But I was surrounded by bloodthirsty hammerhead sharks! I had only one chance, so I ran across the shark infested waters."

Brooklyn tilted his head. "Ran?" He whispered.

"I didn't think I was going to make it." Gobber continued. "But then, from the depths leapt forth... a giant hammerhead whale!" He says, much to Brooklyn's bewilderment.

Fishlegs smiled again. "Whoa! So the hammerhead whale at the Boneknapper?" He asked.

The smith nods. "Almost, but he got away. Years later, the dragon hunted me down again and chased me into the jungle."

The former second moaned, wondering when they were going to find a way off while Sorath simply takes his hand with a little smile. "Just humor him for a bit." He murmured while Gobber continued.

"All I had was my trusty egg beater. I carved through that thick brush as fast as a jungle cat. Still, the Boneknapper was right behind! I ran up the side of a volcano and courageously leapt across the fiery crater. Then, deep within the burning volcano burst forth... a giant hammerhead yak!" Gobber finishes.

Alright, this is getting ridiculous now!Brooklyn thinks to himself silently, smacking his forehead while even Tuffnut had a hard time believing. 'Ok, wait a minute. Now you're saying that a giant hammerhead yak leapt out of the fiery volcano and ate the Boneknapper?"

Gobber nods. "Hah, you would have thought so wouldn't you? But the dragon got away again! I knew that honey scoundrel would keep coming after me. So, I set up a gauntlet of traps, and waited for the beast."

The young gargoyle turned human mostly folded his arms, raising his eyebrow that wasn't covered by his eyepatch. "And when he was ready, he charged! And then I ran like the wind! But the traps failed!" Gobber says dramatically, the teens gasping. "Then, captured, I did what any brave Viking would do and... called for help..." Gobber said, choking slightly on his words in awkwardness, Brooklyn smirking softly. "The Gods must've heard my prayers. It was Thor!"

Brooklyn stared in surprise from that reveal as he recalled Goliath having encountered Odin before on his world tour, listening carefully. "He tossed a mighty thunderbolt, which burnt a hole in the earth, causing the hammerhead yak riding the hammerhead whale to burst from the center of the earth and do punches on the Boneknapper! The whale even saluted me afterward!" Gobber says in triumph.

Fishlegs for some reason seemed to have believed him. "Whoa... the whale saluted you?"

The smith grins. "Can you believe it? But the Boneknapper got away again! He found me and set fire—." He kept his rambling while Brooklyn watched the others muttering and rolling their eyes. "Are you kidding? I don't believe any of this!" Snotlout snaps.

Tuffnut nods. "Yeah, you totally made everything up!"

Ruffnut folds her arms. "Come on, Gobber, it's time to get out of here!" She says while Snotlout complains about needing to go home.

Brooklyn cringed a little before putting a hand on Gobber's shoulder. "I-I'm sorry but I really am having a hard time believing. Do you even have any proof at all?"

Gobber wound up winking at Brooklyn. "Of course I have proof lad. The stunning belt buckle! It was in the Viking's treasure chest. Kept my pants up for years!" He reveals when pulling his shirt up a little to reveal the bone looking buckle, Brooklyn gasping.

Fishlegs twiddles his fingers. "It is stunning."

Sorath however finally had his fill of Gobber's stories too. "Um... listen, Gobber. Instead of chasing down an imaginary dragon, maybe we should figure out how to get home?"

Gobber smirks. "Say no more. I hear ya loud and clear. I've got a plan. Now. Who would like to be dragon bait?" He asks.

Everybody tensed up, backing away, even the sheep Phil. Fishlegs whimpered from Gobber pointing at him.

...

Soon in just 20 minutes Fishlegs stood underneath a giant rib cage hanging by a rope over his head, dressed as Gobber in a crude disguise that made Brooklyn feel embarrassed for the kid who had his eyes wide in fear. "Uh, Gobber? Are you sure this is safe?!"

Gobber waved his hand absentmindedly. "Ach, safety's overrated." He replies while the gang hid behind some rocks, Fishlegs whimpering out loud from it. Gobber next gives some instructions. "Ok, here's the plan. The Boneknapper wants me, right? He comes down that trail, sees Fishlegs, thinks its me, rushes Fishlegs. Causing Phil to trip that rope, dropping that rib cage and then we rush in and finish him off once and for all!" He declares.

The others simply stared, finding it hard to believe this was really happening, Snotlout eyeing Brooklyn. "It's sad when they get old..." He whispered to the gargoyle turned human who couldn't help but nod mostly for Gobber's case.

Sorath gives out a frustrated noise. "Gobber, you're taking this way too far! I mean, you need to face it! There is no such thing as the Boneknapper!" He snapped, surprising Brooklyn at Hiccup's outburst at his uncle.

The smith scoffs. "Wormsquat! Now, get into position. Way to go, Fishlegs, you're doing fine!"

While the others argue at Gobber for being 'delusional', Fishlegs gasps when spotting something behind them, which happened to be the Boneknapper itself. "Um, guys?"

Astrid glowers. "This is a complete waste of time!" She snaps, Brooklyn nodding, kicking a rock, still missing Voltwing.

"Guys? Hello?! Turn around! Guys! GUYS!" Fishlegs shrieked, pointing out of his panic.

"WHAT?!" All of them minus Fishlegs shout together until Brooklyn's ears picked up the sound of rattling bones, causing him to swallow. "Don't tell me... it's right behind us?" He croaked, Fishlegs covering his face.

The gang glanced about slowly, seeing the towering bony dragon bigger than they expected it to be as it reared up, readying to roar. Brooklyn covered his ears but all it admitted was a small pathetic squeak.

Fishlegs was confused. "Well, what do you know? No roar."

Gobber tensed as the Boneknapper prepared to shoot its fire. "RUN!" He screamed, the group running as fast as possible, Brooklyn's eye rounding in horror from the Boneknapper's hot looking flames.

Astrid panted heavily. "Alright, Gobber, we believe you!" She gasps out, as the Boneknapper swished its club tail, causing them all to be pushed under the rib cage trap, making the group scream, Brooklyn wincing in pain as he landed on his side. Phil kicked the release on the trap, the rib cage falling right down on them all.

"Phil!" Gobber shouts in annoyance, before the Boneknapper was soon on top of them, trying to smash the rib cage open at first with its fire.

Brooklyn managed to get behind one of the ribs, flinching from the flames feeling really hot, hearing Snotlout whimpering. "Find a happy place, find a happy place!"

Fishlegs held up his hands, shaking. "Please, please!" While Gobber shook his fist into the air. "Bring it on, you wait until I get out there and I'll show you!"

However only Sorath seemed to bet the level headed one, noticing a spot on the Boneknapper's chest which didn't have any bone there, nudging Brooklyn and pointing. "Brook, look. It searches the perfect bone to build its coat of armor!"

That caused Brooklyn to gasp, realizing now that the belt buckle was a piece of the dragon. "The treasure!"

Sorath nods, turning to Gobber. "Take off your pants!" He ordered, Gobber looking up in complete confusion.

"NO!" The other teens yelped out of their disgust.

Sorath held up his own hands. "Wait, listen to me guys. I think Fishlegs was right. The Boneknapper is supposed to have a roar. But maybe he can't because the bone he needs is your belt buckle." Sorath explains.

Astrid does her best to convince Gobber. "Please, you have to give it back!"

Gobber, the stubborn man that he is, stands tall. "No way, it's mine!" At that moment, Brooklyn saw the Boneknapper's jaws clamping onto Gobber's fake leg, making his eyes wide. "Uh oh." He screamed when being yanked into the air, shaken about.

Brooklyn glared hard with his good eye. "Give him back his bone!" He shouted, Gobber still refusing.

"GIVE HIM BACK HIS BONE!" Sorath repeated, his eyes also angry.

"NOOOO! Nooo... oh, alright." Gobber groans, taking off the buckle, throwing it. Brooklyn held his breath as The bone piece landed neatly onto the chest of the Boneknapper who shook itself after feeling it, growling lowly before soon; it let out its ear shattering screech it was well known for.

Brooklyn knelt down, covering up his ears with the others, gritting his teeth from how loud it was.

Finally it stopped roaring, while closing in on Gobber. Sorath stared in fear at the sight of the one he saw as an uncle getting cornered. "Gobber!" He called, reaching while Brooklyn held him back. "Wait."

Gobber's face soon looked defeated. "Alright, you've got me. Make it fast." He shut his eyes tight, Brooklyn getting himself ready to rush out there but then, he felt himself smiling when watching the Boneknapper beginning to nuzzle Gobber.

However, it led to his pants falling down, revealing... well... Brooklyn rather not spell it out. He chuckled from awkwardness, the other teens groaning in disgust, Fishlegs nearly throwing up.

"That's gonna give me nightmares..." Sorath sighed, Brooklyn nodding in agreement. "I'm gonna need bleach." He said, making the rest look at him in confusion, obviously not knowing what bleach was yet.

Astrid however did her best with the positives. "Well, at least we have a ride home!" She says while Gobber pets the Boneknapper while chuckling, the dragon acting like a puppy.

...

Soon the Boneknapper was soaring in the air back to Berk, with everybody on its back. Brooklyn somehow found a good enough spot to sit on that didn't hurt since its back was all bone. The dragon let out a happy roar while the other kids cheered and whooped.

Snotlout smiles. "You know, I never doubted him. I was always like: He's right."

Brooklyn gives him a smack. "Yeah right, muttonhead." He teases, Snotlout rubbing his arm.

Tuffnut grimaces in pain. "Agh! His tailbone is hurting my tailbone!"

Again the Knapper gives out more roars, Sorath chuckling. "He sure seems happy to have that bone back!"

Fishlegs smiled knowingly. "Well, legend says that the Boneknapper's roar is its mating call!"

Gobber huffs, rolling his eyes again while smiling. "Oh, that's just a myth!"

That was when Brooklyn heard further roars, looking behind, jaw dropping at the sight of other Boneknappers right behind. "Oh boy..." He groaned, Phil the sheep bleating in fear.

They all flew back the rest of the way to the island with the new herd. "I think Stoick will believe me now, eh?" Gobber chuckles, Brooklyn shrugging, knowing this was just the start to some of his new adventures in the dragon world since their fight with the Red Death, wondering what other mysterious dragons they would uncover.

...

Glad I got this short done! After Book of Dragons and Gift of the Night Fury will come the first episode: How to Start A Dragon Academy!