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(horn hoots)

♫ He is 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 is Vic the viking (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

- Ah, spring, we'll finally get out to sea

after the long months of winter.

(grunts and groans)

- You see this, hmm?

A genuine bear claw necklace.

With a necklace like this,

I'm invincible.

D'oh, ah-ah-ah-ah.

You're all jealous.

- Tjure, Tjure, show me your necklace.

- Whaa- What impressive bear claws.

- Come on, Tjure, hurry up,

there's still a lot of work to do.

(groans)

Isn't that so, Vic.

(gasps)

If you want to be a real viking one day

you have to become stronger, son.

(groans)

- Whoaa!

(crashing and tumbling)

- Ugh, I'm so sorry.

(crunching) - Hmm, look at that weakling.

- Yeah (laughter)

- He, he, he, Vic definitely has good ideas

but when it comes to muscles,

he's not a real viking yet.

(gasps)

- What they need is a big, tough guy like me.

- Yeah, you're the strongest, Gilby. (laughs)

- And this time, I'm going on the Drakkar.

(fruit squishes) - [Boys] Whoa!

(groans and footsteps)

- Get ready, here he comes.

(groans and footsteps)

You're lucky, Snorre,

you always get to go.

- Ah, it'll be your turn one day, Gilby,

(groans) just be patient.

- I know.

(fish thuds)

- Yee-oh!, Whoaaa!

(water splashes)

(loud thuds)

- Help! I don't know how to swim!

(water splashes)

(gasps and groans)

(boys groan) (loud clanking)

(whistling)

Help me, I'm gonna get clean!

(loud splash)

(deep groaning)

- Hang on!

(loud thud)

You're saved!

- Lucky you were here, Gilby,

good job.

(groan) - Yah!

(loud thud)

(gasps)

- Ah, that chest was a Drakkar.

- You see that, he's strong,

he's so strong, he's so very strong.

- Eyy! And he even hurt himself.

- Oh, it's nothing.

- This kid's a real viking,

he deserves to leave with us.

(crowd cheers)

- [Crowd] Gilby, Gilby!

- Only eight people fit on the Drakkar,

someone would have to give up his place.

The weakest among us.

- Hey captain, why does Vic always travel with us?

- Because he has brilliant ideas.

- You're right, but muscles are useful too.

- Argh. (mutterings)

- There's no reason Gilby would take your place.

- We need a contest

to decide between them.

- A game of chess.

- No, the viking code is clear,

it has to be a test of physical strength.

- I know, whoever reaches the highest point

of the mast, will go with us.

- But the mast won't be strong enough,

and, uh...

- It's okay, I'll do it.

(gasps)

(crowd cheers)

(birds squawk)

- Hey, uh, uh, son, uh,

you can do it, right?

- Don't worry dad, I won't let you down.

- Gorm, you climb up that dumb mast every day,

you're gonna show him how it's done.

Here's your new coach, Vic.

(loud footsteps)

- Ah, okay.

(whimsical music)

- Can I come with you?

- Can you bring me back some stuff,

oh please.

- When I become Viking chief,

I'll bring both of you.

We'll share loads of treasures

and we'll fight the pirates.

Who-oh-oh-oh!

(groans)

Huh?

Hey there, weakling.

(swooshing)

(laughs)

- He isn't a weakling, and he's gonna win.

- Ah, forget about it, Ylvi.

- See ya later, shrimp!

(evil laughter)

- Well, you can climb like this,

(squeaks)

with no hands,

(squeaks)

or like a squirrel.

Hop-hop-hop-hop, you see?

(strenuous groaning)

- Go on Vic, you can do it!

(groans)

- You see, it's easy!

You just do it like me.

(strenuous groan)

- Oh, I'll never be able to do it.

I'm not a squirrel.

- Aha! Wait for me here,

I'll be right back.

(whimsical music)

(ominous music)

(growls)

(load roars)

(fierce roars)

(deep snoring)

- Ohh (darting swoosh)

(loud yell)

(load roar)

(deep snoring)

- Hmm, huh, oh.

- I'll bring it back, I promise.

(quick footsteps)

(giddy laughter)

- Great idea, Ilvy, let's try it.

(strenuous groans)

(thumping slaps)

Oh, it's stuck, whoaa!

(thud)

- You okay, son?

No cuts or scrapes,

but, you can do it, can't you?

- Don't worry, dad. (metal clanks)

(birds chirp)

(sighs)

(inspirational music)

(crowd cheers)

- Come on Vicky, you can do it Vicky,

climb up, it's all yours, come on!

- [Women] V-I-C-K-Y! (cheers)

- Has anyone seen my necklace?

(bump)

- Oden says to pick the very next one,

and you, are, not, it!

Ho! Then Gilby starts.

(crowd cheers)

(laughs)

(cheers)

- Gilby, yay!

- Oh, that means if Gilby wins,

Vic won't go with us?

(gasps)

(strenuous groans)

- Ta-dah!

(crowd cheers)

- Done it!

(grunts)

- Vic's turn now.

(groan) (dooming bells ring)

(hawk squawks)

(crowd cheers)

- Say everyone, would you mind moving all of the cargo

to the same side before I start?

(gasps)

You know, if I fall down I could destroy something.

- Ah, look, that's my son,

what are you waiting for, do like he says.

(thuds and clanks)

(boat creaks)

- [Women] Ooh!

- You know, if you wanna see me climb

you would be better off in front of the barrels.

- You heard him, move it!

(boat creaks)

- [Women] Whoaa!

- Huh? (strenuous groan)

(groanings)

- Ah! Vic!

(swooshing)

(soft wind)

(boat creaks)

(water splashes)

- Ahh, ahhh!

(whimpers)

(gasps)

- Ugh, ohhh.

- Hey, that's cheating!

- No it's not, you had to touch the highest point,

no one said you had to climb it.

(laughs)

- Pfffttt!

(groaning)

- Pirates!

- Huh, where!

(hurried footsteps)

(loud splash)

- [Men] Whoaaaaa!

(springy thud)

- Ohh, whoa! (thud)

(gasps)

- The highest point,

Vic reached the highest point,

he's going with us!

(cheers)

- We know you're the strongest.

- Who asked you? (swishing slip)

(water splash)

(laughter)

(gasps)

- Let's hear it for Vicky,

hip-hip, hooray!

Hip-hip, hooray!

(crowd cheers)

- Tjure, Tjure, your necklace!

(clanking)

(groan)

- Oh!

♫ We are true men, fearless vikings

♫ We're the ocean's greatest kings

♫ Yes we are, yes we are

- You know, I'm proud of you , son.

- And I love you, papa.

(water splashes)

(faint singing)