Okay, that's 542, 43... Oh, there's one hiding under that tree trunk! [squealing] I see you, little guy. You're 544. Isn't this exciting, girl? The first annual Dragon's Edge census. Once we get all these Night Terrors counted, we move on to the Gronckles. Ha ha! Maybe you'll make some new friends. Okay, there's a big flock. [all squealing] 575, 576... Oh, hello. [screams] What is a Fireworm doing this far out? They aren't supposed to be anywhere near our island. Eh, it could have lost its way. Now where were we, Meatlug? Was it 576, or was it 675? Whoa! Whoa, whoa. [grunting] Whew. Whoa! Not necessarily. Uh, no.