Original subtitles

(horn blares)

♫ He'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

♫ 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!

(whistling)

(gong)

(peaceful Chinese music)

- Whoa.

- We must be very careful little Viking.

These bamboo sticks come from far away

from the land of the dragon.

They are extremely special

and very fragile.

(upbeat flute music)

- Hurry along, men!

We want to get back to flight before nightfall.

(music speeds up)

Where's Vic got to?

Vic?

(laughs)

Grrr, you!

- One stolen sack, two stolen sacks ...

Now, what comes after two?

- Captain!

- No, you Freud Hadick

Now we've got to count again because of you.

(rewinding)

One, two, two ...

Four! Of course!

After two, it's four!

- We can do better, Chief.

Halvar is returning to Flake with a load of heavy cargo.

- You spotty oyster!

You plannin' to keep it all for yourself?

And you didn't tell me.

- Oh, not at all Chief!

I've got a ...

you've got a plan!

We'll follow Halvar's drakkar and pillage it

on the high seas.

(gurgling)

- My plan is great!

To your stations!

(calming guitar music)

- The rooms say that your son is um, uh ...

(giggles)

- Look, dad!

- There!

- Where were you son?

- I bought some-

- Few bits of stick?

And how much did they charge you for that?

- One piece of gold.

- Where's the pirate who sold you that?

You've been taken for a ride by a smooth talker.

- No I haven't.

It'll be a nice surprise for Ylvi and mom.

- Forget it, son, we're weighing anchor.

Set course for Flake!

(flute music)

Mmm, I can already smell Ylva's groot pie.

With this wind, we'll be in Flake in time for dinner.

- Yes, our voyage is under favorable orifices.

The god Thor is protecting us.

(music intensifies)

- We'll squash them as flat as souls!

(intense orchestral music)

- Dad, look out!

A reef!

- Whoa!

Gorme!

You good for nothing barnacle!

- They're stranded!

My brilliant plan is working perfectly.

- Ah, yes.

- Don't worry, Vic.

I've seen worse than this.

- Little pops, the drakkar is completely stuck on the rocks.

- Even in the direst moment, a viking never gives up!

Watch us all together now, vikings.

(music quickens)

Pull away!

All speed ahead!

- [Urobe] Let's not loose bravery, companions.

Thor the god of thunder and lightening will come to help us.

- [Flaxe] We're really in the soup right up to the han.

- Well is that fog horn coming?

- I've found something better, little pops!

(horn blows)

- Fortunately my son is here.

Thanks to him, they'll hear us back in Flake.

(horn continues)

- My plan really is too perfect.

Now those ship wrecked mariners are begging us

to come pillage their ship!

Haha!

- A ship!

We're saved!

- I told you so.

Thor always protects the shipwrecked.

♫ Beneath Thor's wings so bold

♫ The vikings ...

- Oh no!

Sven the Terrible!

He's going to attack us!

- Don't worry, son.

The seafarer's code is clear.

He must come to our assistance.

(defeated horn music)

- My box!

- No, leave it.

It's not worth rocks.

- Oh.

- Sven!

You've stolen our cargo, now pull the drakko free.

- Haha, Sven the terrible respects nothing.

Cast off!

- Traitors!

Urobe, what was that about the god Thor protecting us?

(triumphant music)

- Follow me, Dad.

(upbeat music)

It's up to you now, Little Pops.

- One two, testing, one two.

(microphone feedback)

One two, testing, Sven!

This is Thor who calls you.

Do you hear me?

Sven, you will never escape my wrath.

You will see how I punish those who abandon

shipwrecked mariners.

- Thor? What is it?

- No!

(laughs)

- You don't scare me, Thor!

I'm Sven the Terrible!

Don't sit there like barnacles, pick up your ores!

We're getting out of here.

- Thor, spare us.

- Don't be afraid, it's just a trick.

Come and see.

(upbeat music)

- Sven! Respect the seafarer's code!

Because my wrath will be so terrible that the fight

for the mixed crawfish will seem sweet to you.

(yelling and crying)

- We have to go back and rescue the drakko.

- Calm down!

We're pirates, aren't we?

Not quivering jelly fish.

(firework explodes)

(screaming continues)

- Sven, if you don't return to save the shipwrecked mariners

I shall reduce your ship to ashes!

- We'll do anything you want!

- What, what's that?

I'm the one giving the orders around here.

- Pull the drakko from the reef,

and return all the goods to those valiant vikings

and all your treasure for good measure.

Only then will you escape my wrath!

- Stop!

Since when do the gods give orders on my ship?

Turn around!

Stop this!

Stop! Hold on right now!

Stop! Halt!

Give me that!

That's my loot, it's mine!

And you to your mine!

(triumphant music)

- Release me!

Release me right away!

- Thanks again, Sven.

Oh, and by the way, Thor says goodbye!

(laughs)

- Barnacles!

Oh, you measly mollusks!

I'll get you!

- I'm hungry, Vic.

(whimsical music)

- Wow, it's so lovely!

They look like shooting stars.

- I knew you'd like them, Ylivi.

They come from a land far, far away.

China!

This invention was well worth a piece of gold,

wasn't it Little Pop?

- Oh, Vickie my boy, you really are your father's son.

But now, let's eat.

There's a groot pie waiting.

- [In Unison] Hooray!

Long live groot pie!

(whimsical music)