My Chieftess... ✨Scripted✨ version

Episode 13: Searching For Oswald

Dagur: On your left! And your right! And, well, everywhere!

Heather: Faster, Windshear! I'm not sure where we went wrong.

Dagur: I'll tell you where we went wrong. We followed another clue from dear old Dad's diary of death, and it led us into a trap. What a shock.

Heather: We're close, Dagur. I can feel it. We have to keep looking for him. Oswald wouldn't have given up on us.

Dagur: The only thing we're getting close to is Valhalla! You're trying to find "clues" in what is mostly meaningless gibberish. And trust me, as someone who's spent most of their life in varying states of existential crises, I know the meaning of meaningless!

Heather: I'm heading home. You do what you want, but I'm not stopping until I find our father.

Dagur: Please don't get killed, Heather. I like having a sister.

Astrid: Are you spring cleaning?

Snotlout: Finally getting the mold out of your hut?

Ruffnut: Oh, if we were spring cleaning, you'd know. We'd be getting rid of this stuff and our hut.

Tuffnut: I won't leave a single stone unturned, not a corner unscoured, not a rotisserie unrotated until my little egg-laying ingenue is found!

Ruffnut: Chicken's missing again.

Snotlout: Ooh. Mystery. Intrigue. I love it.

Bodil: Maybe she just needed some alone time, Tuff.

Tuffnut: Chicken hates alone time, unless it's with me. Besides, she's been acting strange lately. She keeps disappearing, she's tired all the time, and she didn't show up to book club this week. She never misses book club, especially when we're reading chick lit. Get it? Chick. Lit.

Astrid: Maybe Chicken just flew the coop?

Tuffnut: Oh, no! Really, Astrid? Terrible chicken puns at a time like this? You are better than that.

Snotlout: But had Chicken really flown the coop, or was there something more sinister going on? Only time would tell. Or would it? Ooh. Dagster!

Dagur: You know I hate nicknames, Snothat.

Snotlout: Nicknames are for buds. I thought we were buds.

Dagur: So, uh, Hiccup around? If she keeps following this diary, she's gonna get killed. She's become reckless. And I don't mean that in a cool, swashbuckle-y kind of way. I don't know if you've noticed, but people in my family can get a little fixated on things, like ruling an archipelago, controlling a Skrill, killing you.

Hiccup: And you're afraid Heather's got the same obsessive nature.

Dagur: We're Berserkers. It's in our blood! Please, Hiccup, look through my dad's diary and see if there's anything in there. A clue, a sign, a harbinger of doom. Something!

Hiccup: Well, Oswald certainly didn't want anyone to know what he was working on.

Dagur: Exactly! So when you tell Heather there's nothing in it worth following, she'll listen to you! She won't listen to me because she's a stubborn, headstrong, stress-inducing-

Hiccup: Sentinel.

Dagur: Well, not the word I would've chosen.

Hiccup: No, this sketch. It looks like it might be a Sentinel dragon. There's only one place those dragons live: Vanaheim.

Dagur: You excited? Because I am pu-umped. How far is it to this retirement island, anyway?

Hiccup: Look, Dagur, Vanaheim is an incredibly secret place. You cannot tell anyone about it.