Original subtitles

(horn blowing)

♫ Here's Vic the Viking

♫ Sailing the seas, it's Vic the Viking

♫ Pull off my dears, it's Vic the Viking

♫ Say won't you take us with you please

♫ Here's Vic the Viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ With new adventures, Vic the Viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Right on that then, just Vic the Viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Bring every enemy to his knees

♫ Vic the Viking

(playful music)

(seagull squawking)

- We're returning to Flake empty-handed.

- Our wives ain't gonna be happy.

- But you don't have a wife.

- Mine's not gonna be making me any groote's pie.

- But we can't go home without anything at all.

- And above that Vic, is the Big Dipper.

- Wow, all those stars.

They're so beautiful.

(seagull squawking)

- Now you see that one, that's the Pole Star.

It guides us to the north.

- It's awfully bright.

And what's that, Urobe.

(gasps)

- The sky is angry!

(yelling)

(yelling)

(explosion)

- What was that Urobe?

- A very bad sign.

(harp music)

- Far out at sea, brave Vikings vanished in the night

when came crashing down the star so bright.

- That star must've shattered into small pieces.

And a star that falls from the sky is rare indeed.

- If it's rare, then it must be gold.

Vikings, the sky has just sent us a treasure.

A horde of gold.

- Treasure!

- Treasure!

- Man your oars, brave Vikings.

We'll follow the Pole Star all night if we have to,

until we find that star.

The treasure from the sky.

- [All] This star is ours.

- The star is mine.

- Yes, the star is ours.

I mean the star is yours, Captain.

(laughing nervously)

- That's better.

That kind of thing must be worth a fortune.

If stars start falling from the sky,

we'll just wait beneath them and pick them up.

Row faster, you bunch of lazy clowns.

(enchanting music)

- Charge!

- Wait!

(crash)

(gasps)

- Oh!

- Ow.

- Whoah, whoah, whoah, no!

(gasps)

(metal clanking)

What was that, Vic?

- It's this way, little pups.

We have to follow the Pole Star.

- The fog is rolling in.

Let's hurry up.

(teeth chattering)

- I took a loaf of bread, just in case

we get lost and starve.

- Good idea, hey Faxe, what about giving me a little piece.

- Yes.

(harp music)

- They continued on at the risk of their lives.

(ice cracking)

Standing out, they looked out from every eye.

- [All] Oh!

(yelling)

(metal clanking)

- I told you so.

It's a very bad sign.

(whistling)

- I never saw the Captain in such a good mood, Mr. Pox.

- I just hope it will last.

Oh, the uh, (stammers).

- Yeah, I know, the treasure will soon be mine.

(laughing)

(teeth chattering)

- Oh, the star, it's over here.

(magical tones)

- The treasure is ours, let's go.

- [All] Charge!

(yelling)

(metal clanking)

- Run for cover!

(yelling)

Huh?

(metal clanking)

Hey, I found the star.

- Darn rocks, they stick worse than barnacles.

- Invisible ghosts from the sky.

They're throwing stones at us.

- Oh, this can't be a stone, it doesn't even shine.

- These stones are strange.

- Tastes like burnt cake.

- This one looks like a boat.

And it weighs a drakkar.

Hey, give me back my helmet.

- Stones that stick to metal.

You had better leave your weapons and helmets here.

(adventurous music)

(spacey music)

(laughing)

(yelling)

- Hey, that's mine.

- No, I saw it first.

- [Viking] You stone stole my stone.

- [Viking] No, your stone stole my stone.

- Oh.

(suspenseful music)

(yelling)

- Oh!

And honor gods to the glory of the greatest pirate ever.

(nervous laughter)

- Lets go!

(metal clanking)

- Oh.

- All that for nothing, what a waste.

- No, look, these rocks are great.

- Alright, let's go home.

There's no gold here.

I thought we were lost.

- Curses, I told you so.

We're going to meet our maker.

(crying)

- No we're not, follow me.

I left little markers on our path.

- He's his father's son.

Always a good idea under the helmet.

(seagull squawking)

- Oh no!

(harp music)

- In vain they searched for their boats,

so long did they yearn, into ice cubes they turned.

(enchanting music)

- A Chinese salish showed me this once.

It's called a compass.

- [All] Oh!

- We can use it to find the drakkar.

The point is showing us due north,

and since we came from the south,

our drakkar is the other way, piece of cake.

- Even so, it's still a curse.

(cheering)

(ominous music)

- Halvar!

He must've hidden the star pieces somewhere.

Charge!

(metal clanking)

(magical tones)

- Wait behind, and Dad, you come with me.

(clanking metal)

- [Halvar] Sven is this what you were looking for?

- What?

(spacey music)

What kind of wonder is this?

- The stone that fell from the sky.

Is that what you were looking for Sven?

Come try it, unless you're too clumsy to do like us.

(laughs)

- You think you're clever.

Attack!

(yelling)

(metal clanking)

Help me, you fool!

(yelling)

(laughing)

- Do exactly what I do.

(upbeat music)

(pinball pings)

(laughing)

(dramatic music)

(singing)

Come on, little pups, don't worry

about Mom's present.

I have a good idea.

- Our wives are going to be thrilled.

- [Both] But you don't have a wife.

- You see Urobe, things that fall from the sky

are actually a good sign.

(metal clank)

(laughing)

- Go ahead Mom, don't worry.

(metal clanking)

(cheering and clapping)

- Thank you my dear Halvar.

- I'm glad you liked it, my dear Ylva.

I considered jewelry and such,

but this is more original, right son?

(laughing)

- Ylvi, this is for you.

When I'm out at sea, I'll always know where you are.

(kissing)

(playful music)