"Okay,"

Hiccup asked, pulling out his camera. "Who do we still have to get still?"

Tommy held up a list of names for the time-capsule videos. "Okay, um," we have; Heather, Fisher, Harry Miller from the construction site, don't ask me why, Mildew, from across the street and... Scott."

Hiccup sighed in annoyance. "I'll get Mildew and Harry, since they're both off school property. Can you handle the rest?" he asked.

Tommy groaned. "Do you have to stick me with Scott, bro?"

Hiccup gave him a look. "If I do it, his whole message will be 'I'm guessing in 25 years Hiccup will still be a worthless, clumsy, wimp that cleans bathrooms for a living'." he said in a squeaky voice.

Tommy laughed. "Dude you sound just like him!" Hiccup glared at him and he coughed, as if to clear his throat. "Ya, ya I got it."

"Then why are you still here?" Hiccup joked, giving his brother a playful shrug and walking off

...

In the gym, Scott is dribbling a basketball across the court. Tommy switched the camera on and pointed it at Scott.

"Yo, Scott we're rolling!" He yelled.

Scott threw the ball and it swished straight into the net. He turned to the camera with a smile. "Yo, sup me! How's life in the future bro? I just know by now you're playing for the NBA, you're super loaded, and you have a smokin' hot cheerleader wife!" he listed, counting with his fingers. "So, why the hell are you watching this? Why don't you get up to your penthouse and bang her good, right?" he laughed.

Tommy glared at him. "That's your time capsule message, Scott?" he asked.

Scott shrugged with a smirk. "Why not?"

...

"A message?" Harry Miller asked as he stood in front of a huge storm drain with other men in uniform. "Too late for me, too late for these guys." he said gesturing behind him. "But my kids? Grandkids? Simple. Study. Get good grades. Or else you'll be stuck with this group of losers shoveling shit all day- sorry."

Hiccup held back a laugh and shut the camera off.

...

A dark haired girl with a fishtail braid was sitting at a library table, fingers crossed and eyes shut. "Please marry a rich guy. Please marry a rich guy." she chanted.

"Uh, Heather," Tommy interrupted. "We're rolling."

She opened her eyes and smiled at the camera.

"So, what do you want to say to yourself in 25 years?" he asked.

"That was it."

...

Mildew sat on a bench, his fluffy white dog, Fungus, with him. "25 years time? My guess is we'd blown up the whole world by that time." Fungus seemed to bark in agreement.

Hiccup shrugged. "Alright."

...

Next was a very bulky boy with blonde hair and glasses named Fisher. He was standing in the school library, bustling students behind him.

"Let's face it. High School sucks. But hopefully it was all worth it. You've got your Ph.D. from Brown. You're doing research and using your skills to help-"

"Douche-rocket!" Scott yelled, popping up in the background before running

Fisher sighed while Tommy chuckled, but stopped and cleared his throat. "Sorry, man."

...

"The tornado that struck Oklahoma last night took the lives of four high school students, when it picked up their car and tossed it hundreds of feet into the air." said a reporter on the radio of a tank like viacle before being switched off.

"Great, we missed another one." A muscular, dark haired man told his crew who was sitting in the truck, or Titus, with him. "Hey, you guys know the goal of a documentary is to actually document something, right?"

"Copy that, Alvin." Eric confirmed from the back seat.

"When was the last time we shot one, Eric?" he asked.

Erit closed his eyes, thinking back. "Uh, that EF4 that we shot a year ago."

"Right. A year ago." Alvin sighed, shaking his head. "Which makes this, the most expencive, failed, home-movie ever!"

"Where do you wanna go, boss?" A voice said on the radio.

Alvin picked up the speaker and held it to his mouth. "I don't know, Calum. My job it to shoot them not find them."

In the blue van, just behind the Titus,Calum had a headset on while driving the van. In the back, Valka Haddock sat watching the many screens, showing weather channels and maps of various states.

"He's upset." Calum pointed out.

Val sighed, looking down at a page in her notebook. "What else is new? Five months of that, I'm over it." She looked back up at the screens, finding nothing yet. "Just be thankful we're in her and not in the Titus."

"Must be brutal in there." Calum joked.

"You left the radio on genius." Alvin said over the radio.

"Shit." Calum exclaimed, ripping the headset off his head and shutting off the radio. "That probably didn't help his mood."

"Screw his mood." Valka said, looking back up at the screens then picking up her radio. "Hey, Al, do you wanna stop somewhere? I've got something I think you should see."

...

Moments later, at a gas station, Alvin and Calum parked and Alvin walked over to the van, climbing in. "What do we got?" he asked.

"Okay, there's this larger system moving towards Longhead, like predicted. But, I think we should go here." Val said, pointing at a small town south of the large township of Longhead. "The wind and precipitation readings in the trailling cell would better make for a funnel."

Alvin looked at the screen, annoyed. "Which is exactly what you said about Morristown-"

"No-"

"-and Osgood."

"-no.This one's different. It's not following the usual pattern. It's growing faster."

"It's growing faster?" Alvin asked and Val nodded. "Meanwhile every storm chaser this side of Hawaii is going to Longhead. Which, by the way, is where I think we should go." Val sighed, looking up at her data. "And you want us to go where? Berk?"

"Look Al, this isn't some random attempt to visit my family, this is stone-hard data and fact." Val was about to continue when Alvin cut her off.

"This is months on the road, and guess what?" he asked, his tone rising. "We got nothing that you can't get on YouTube. Worst season I've ever had!"

"You think this is an instinct game, I think it's a data game. But fact is, it's neither without a big, fat dose of luck. And there is nothing I can do about that." she said, pointing at the sky. Alvin sighed and she turned back to her data. "So, back off of me."

"I just want you and your data to find me a goddamn tornado." he explained, fed up with all the failed hunts.

She turned to face him. "Then Berk's our best chance."

Alvin turned to Calum, who was sitting in the drivers seat, watching the whole thing. "What do you think?"

"She's the one with all the degrees." Calum pointed out. "My money's on her."

Alvin sighed. "Berk it is. Eric! Let's get to a motel and set up!" he called to Eric, who was leaving the convenience store with a pack of water bottles.

...

-TBBG