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(horn blowing)

♫ Here's Vic the Viking

♫ Sailing the seas, it's Vic the Viking

♫ Full of ideas, it's Vic the Viking.

♫ Say won't you take us with you please.

♫ He's Vic the Viking

♫ With new adventures Vic the Viking, Vic the Viking

♫ Battle the dangers Vic the Viking, Vic the Viking

♫ Bring every enemy to his knees.

♫ Vic the Viking!

(bouncy music)

(laughing)

- Listen to the tragic tale of these brave Vikings.

The poor souls died of hunger and thirst

before they reached their village.

- [Crowd] Will you be quiet!

(groaning)

- If we ever want to see Flake again,

we absolutely need to find some food and water.

- Land ho!

- Come on, Gorme.

- Land!

- That's what I was gonna say.

(paddling)

(laughter)

- Gusto, my loyal Gusto.

Do you think Njord, the god of the winds

would like this dress?

- Of course, majesty.

When it comes to winds, you are queen on this earth.

So light, so, um, um.

- Your majesty, we've spotted a drakkar.

- Ah, a ship!

How beautiful.

Blow those meddlers away.

- But my queen, this ship might be in distress.

- What?

You dare challenge my orders?

Off with you!

Wake, my chubby-cheeked giant.

(exciting music)

(wind blowing)

- Whoa, what's happening?

- Hm, a storm without clouds.

Bad signs abound.

(shouting)

- [Scared Man] We're all going to die!

- [Man] You always say stupid things!

- Hold onto your oars.

Row, valiant Vikings, row hard.

- It's useless, we haven't moved a horn's length.

(screaming)

- Drop anchor!

- Strange.

Gorne, do you see anything?

(bellows puffs)

- Ah, a monster, there on the coast!

(shivering and sniveling)

- Everyone, get your bows.

(arrows flying)

- Are you sure it's a monster?

- No doubt about it, son.

I'm an expert.

- It might be something else.

Let's go and see it.

- Oh, with this cursed wind, we can't move forward.

We'll find someplace else to get fresh supplies.

- We can't, we're starving.

- You're right, son.

A Viking never backs down.

- Harder, you weak bunch of sloths.

Well, Gusto.

Wake up this herd.

(grunting in rhythm)

- Hm.

Can I borrow it?

I promise to give it back to you.

I think I can reach the island.

- Careful, Vicky.

- See you later!

- Vicky, are you sure of this?

- Uh huh, there's no more wind up here!

- Gorne, do you see my son?

- And my lyre, do you see my lyre?

- They're both gliding for the coast.

(relieved sighs)

- Whoa!

(bellows puffing)

(grunting)

- Mm, a messenger from the air god.

I knew one day the god Njord would send me a sign.

I'm the Wind Queen, his greatest admirer.

- Wind Queen?

Oh yes, of course.

- And this is my chubby-cheeked gian.

- Hm.

- Gusto, what are you doing?

Are you crazy?

Get this working immediately.

(bellows puffs)

What wind brings you here?

Do you have a message for me?

- My god asks you to stop blowing immediately.

- Stop this bellows?

If it pleases the god Njord.

But not before I destroy that drakkar.

By the way, you must be dying of hunger, messenger.

May I suggest you try the two specialties of my kingdom,

the mushroom souffle, and the air-dried blowfish.

Don't hesitate to add some white pepper.

I have it ground as fine as dust in my windmills.

(laughs)

(bellows puffing)

(shouting)

Look at that pathetic boat.

It doesn't stand a chance against my chubby-cheeked giant.

- Stop it, it's going to sink.

- Of course, that's what I'm hoping will happen.

- Ah, ah, achoo!

- Majesty, the enemy drakkar is about to sink.

- So, has the god of the air mentioned me at all?

He wants to marry me, doesn't he?

I knew it.

I order the monsoons, take me to him presto.

What, you're not his messenger?

So this whole story is just hot air?

- Um, hm, aha!

Achoo!

- That Vic, what's he doing?

- And my lyre?

- [Gorne] All I see is red.

- That dreadful monster must have its mouth wide open.

He might even be swallowing my poor Vic.

- At least someone's getting something to eat.

(wind blowing)

- Believe me, I can take you to my god.

He often tells me he would like to meet you.

He said I should ask you if it's possible

that your chubby-cheeked giant blows you towards the sky.

- Okay, but if you've tricked me, watch yourself.

(bellows wheezes)

(shouting)

- Oh, okay, I see him now.

It's Vic, he's alive.

- Phew, I was so frightened.

- Hooray, he beat the monster.

- Vic, my precious son.

- I must have been wrong about the curse.

What, it happens.

- For Vic, hip hip

- [All] Hooray!

(ratcheting)

- Your cubby-cheeked giant needs to blow towards the sky.

Now, stand over there and close your eyes.

A little bit of magic powder.

- Oh, my dear lord, here I come.

(bellows wheezing)

What's going on?

I'm still here.

(sneezing)

Traitor! Find that kid and seize him, achoo.

Gusto, Gusto!

(sneezing)

On guard, a Viking invasion.

Somebody do something.

Achoo, Gusto!

(bouncy music)

- [All] Oo!

(chewing)

- Attack!

- Hey. - My son.

- My little pops. - My dear lyre.

- Where's that monster?

- There isn't one, little pops, but we have to escape.

- To the drakkar!

(shouting)

- Achoo, achoo, Gusto!

- I've had it with this queen.

Hey, hm.

- [Vikings] Hip hip hooray!

- Okay, we have enough to make it back to Flake.

- Except that there's still a problem.

There's no wind.

- [Gusto] So, your highness,

you wanted to make a little visit to the air god?

- [Wind Queen] No, Gusto, no!

What's the matter with you all!

Let me go!

- Hey Njord, here she comes.

(bellows puffing)

(upbeat music)

(laughter)

- Sailing home, we're sailing home.

♫ Hey ho, up we go, we row and row

- Gusto? Gusto? Gusto!

(upbeat notes)