Broppy(How to Train Your Dragon)

Chapter1-Dragons

Branch
This, is the troll tree. It's twelve days
North of hoplessness, and a few
degrees South of freezing to death.
It's located solidly on the
meridian of misery.

My village. In a word, sturdy.
And it's been here for seven
generations, but every single
pod is new.

We have fishing, hunting, and a
charming view of the sunsets. The
only problems are the pests. You
see, most places have mice or
mosquitos. We have...

*Sheep graze peacefully on a hillside. Suddenly one i snatched*

CUT TO:

Branches pod

*A door is pulled open... as a DRAGON swoops directly toward
it, BLASTING FIRE. The door is SLAMMED. The fire shoots
through the slats of wood, illuminating Branch, a gangly
teenage troll ...dragons.

*He reopens the sizzling door, as leaps off of the front
porch. He weaves through the erupting mayhem as trolls pour
out of the buildings, ready for a fight
More dragons swarm in, setting rooftops alight and hauling
off sheep*

Most people would leave. Not us.
We're Vikings. We have stubbornness
issues.
Trolls sound the alarm. male and female trolls pour out into
the streets, axes in hand.
*Branch darting through alleys, staying under eaves, making
his way through the battle*

My name's Branch. Great name, I know. But it's not the worst.

Parents believe a name like mine will
frighten off gnomes and other creatures.
Like our charming troll demeanor
wouldn't do that.

*Dragons sweep back and forth, dodging axes and blasting the

Vikings who throw them. A burly warrior gets tossed in an
explosion, knocking Hiccup to the ground.*

Random Troll

(FIERCE)
Arggghhhhh!
(cheery, insane)
Mornin'!
*Hiccup gets to his feet and continues to rush past older
male and female trolls*


Meet the neighbors. Hoark the
Haggard...

HOARK
What are you doing out!?


... Burnthair the Broad...

BURNTHAIR
Get inside!


... Phlegma the Fierce...

PHLEGMA THE FIERCE
Get back inside

(Branch Pov)
. Ack.
* He passes a silent ox of a troll, picking his ear*
Yep, just Ack.
(Enter Roispuff, the biggest troll of all)

*She yanks Branch from the path of a strafing dragon and holds aloft to the crowd*

Roisepuff-
Branch!?
(accusingly; to the crowd)
What is he doing out again?!

(TO Branch)
What are you doing out?! Get
inside!
*The flames light up her scowling face
She sets Branch down and turns to the sky, searching*

Branch-

(IN AWE)
That's rosiepuff the Vast. Chief of
the tribe. They say that when she
was a baby she popped a dragon's
head clean off of its shoulders.
Do I believe it?
Rosiepuffgrabs a wooden cart and hurls it, knocking the
strafing dragon out of the sky.
Yes I do.
An EXPLOSION forces Vikings to DUCK. Stoick stands firm,
brushing flaming debris off of his shoulder.

Rosiepuff
(barking; to her men)
What have we got?

Troll #1
Gronkles. Nadders. Zipplebacks. Oh,
and Hoark saw a Monstrous
Nightmare.

Rosiepuff
Any Night Furies?

Troll #1
None so far


Rosiepuff

(RELIEVED)
Good.

Random troll
Hoist the torches!
*Massive flaming braziers are raised on poles, lighting up the
night sky... and revealing swirling dragons of all types.
Below, Branch crosses an open plaza and ducks into an open
building with a tall chimney.

INTO THE BLACKSMITH STALL

*He crosses behind a counter, where a peg-legged, one-armed
hulk of a Blacksmith reshapes blades with a hammer and tongs
appendage*

Peppy
Ah! Nice of you to join the party.
I thought you'd been carried off.
Hiccup dons a leather apron and starts to put away Gobber's
scattered appendages.

Branch
Who me? Nah, come on! I'm way too
muscular for their taste. They
wouldn't know what to do with all
this.
*Branch strikes a bodybuilder pose*

Peppy
They need toothpicks, don't they?
*Branch gets to work, transferring bent and chipped weapons to
the forge as trolls crowd the counter for replacements*

Branch
The meathead with attitude and
interchangeable hands is Peppy.
I've been his apprentice ever since
I was little. Well...littler.

ON Rosiepuff

Rosiepuff
We move to the lower defenses.
We'll counter-attack with the
catapults. *Armed men rush past, flanking others who carry sheep to safety. Rosiepuff follows up the rear as, overhead, a dragon*