At the Dragon Flying contest/Mac reveals himself to the villains

Here's how At the Dragon Flying contest and Mac revealing himself to the villains goes in Hiccup & Twilight Sparkle meet Robin Hood: Men in Tights.

[At the medieval fun and games event]

Announcer: The royal Dragon Flying contest is about to begin! Drago Flyers, take your places!

[crowd cheering]

Scarecrow: Are we prepared?

Daybreaker: Yes, Commander Scarecrow.

Megatron: Deadshot will be the sniper if anything interferes with the contest.

Prince John: Oh, that's good. That's good.

Announcer: Dragon Flyers, mount your Singetails!

[crowd cheering]

Announcer: Ready. Steady. Wait for it. To the skies!

[Mac Grimborn and Black Mask's Singetails race above the other Flyers]

[crowd cheering]

Announcer: The 2 Dragon Flyers that got high in the sky can stay. The rest of you gentlemen can bugger off.

Joker: There he is.

Scarecrow: What? The hooded man cannot be Mac.

Bane: It *is* him.

[Mac and Black Mask look at each other]

Deathstroke: Are you sure? It looks like Gore Grimskull.

Announcer: The hooded man may go 1st.

[Mac's Singetail flies higher in the sky]

[crowd cheering]

Killer Croc: Well done, Mac Grimborn, AKA Mac Fries.

[Mac removes his hood]

[crowd whooping]

Trixie: How crazy is Mac?

Donatello: Mega-crazy! We've gotta stop him!

Pythor P. Chumsworth: But how?

Twilight: We'll find a way.

[At the Dragon Flying contest]

Electrocutioner: Look what you've done, Croc! Now he's a hero to the people.

Deadshot: (comlink) Mac might've won the contest.

Firefly: But he fly high with Black Mask...fool!

Copperhead: Wait and watch, Firefly.

Announcer: The winner is... Mac Fries!

[crowd cheering]

Maid Marian: Yes!

[Maid Marian & Broomhilde hug]

Michelangelo: Way to go, Mac.

Donatello: Yeah, dude. Really brilliant.

Mac Grimborn: Aww, it was nothing.

Hiccup: That was crazy, but brilliant.

Leonardo: Let's book!

Mr. Freeze: Wait.

Raphael: For what?

Mr. Freeze: I promise not to corrupt Mac or kill Miss Hofferson if Princess Twilight does the most romantic thing she could think of.

Sheriff of Rottingham: And what's that?

Twilight: I shall marry the Storm King.

The Storm King: What? You'll be mine? You'll give yourself to me every night? And sometimes, right after lunch?

Twilight: Yes, but only my body. You can never have my heart, my mind or my soul.

The Storm King: Oh, yes. I respect that.

Clayface: Twilight! Mac's fate and Astrid's life's not worth it! Just say nay!

Deadshot: Ha! Walk this way.

[guards and Clayface follow Deadshot]

Two-Face: Send word to all and 1 and 1 and all. That's a little redundant, isn't it?

Black Mask: Tell everyone that before they day's out, we'll have a wedding, or a hanging, or a ritual. Either way, we all aught to have a little fun, huh?

[crowd cheering]

Fizzlepop: Man, we are grossly outnumbered!

Azreal: What shall we do?

Icebat: We have to get the villagers.

Uglyghost: The villagers? They're not ready to fight.

Starlight: What choice do we have?

Deathstroke: Starlight's right. And Artephius, what's the fastest way to reach the villagers?

Artephius: I mean other than literally foxing them--

Wick: Why don't we fox them?

Dragon Lord: Wick!

Monstrox: Fox them.

Oroku Saki: Fox them.

Discord: Fox them!