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♫ 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 the Vic the Viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ With new adventures Vic the Viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Battle the dangers the Viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Bring every enemy to his knees

♫ Vic the Viking

- [Halvar] On today's menu, dried herring.

(crew moans)

- At least we have our sweet mead.

(sniffing)

- Sausages?

- Mm, that smells good.

It smells like sausages.

Can you smell it, Dad?

It's coming from over there.

(sniffs)

- Mm, Iceland.

By Odin, you're right, Vic.

They've got some great smelling sausages over there.

- Sausages!

Sausages!

Sausages!

Sausages!

Sausages!

Sausages!

Sausages!

- Right, we're fed up with herrings!

We'll exchange them for their sausages.

Come on, son.

- Sausages, sausages.

- Faxe, Stop!

- [All] Ahh!

- Oh.

Ah!

Sausages?

- Hey, Faxe, wait.

We're not sure that...

- Sausages.

Sausages.

Sausages.

Sausages.

Sausages.

Sausages.

- One, two, three.

- Sausages!

Oh!

Ah!

- [Both] Faxe, watch out!

- Whoa, be careful, those geysers can throw things.

(sniffing)

- Sausages.

Sausages.

Yohoo!

Sausages?

- Hello?

Is there anyone there?

- Sausages?

Hello?

Sausages.

- What?

Spies.

The dish with the secret spices.

Only our king, Aric the Atrocious,

has the right to taste it.

You, come with me now!

- Sausages.

Sausages.

Sausages.

- Hm, Hello?

- Yohoo!

Well?

Anybody?

(gasps)

Hello, brother vikings.

I am Halvar, chief of the village of Flake.

Um, oh, have some of our precious mead, my friend.

- Ragnar Ragnarsson, chief cook

of Aric the Atrocious.

(gulping)

(laughing)

- Ah!

Sausages!

Ah!

- Hands off.

What are you doing here?

- We are vikings, like you.

We brought you some dried herrings.

And some mead.

- Mead?

Oh.

Listen, can you watch the sausages for me?

I can trust you, I can see that.

They're the royal sausages for the king.

They're cooked on the sacred spring of the

Goddess Frigg.

And this is the royal spice.

It gives the food a heavenly taste.

But, shh, nobody can know.

- Huh?

(stomach rumbles)

Ah!

- You promised to keep an eye on the sausages, not eat them.

- Don't listen to him, Faxe.

Look, they're so good.

- You should be ashamed.

- Go on, eat them.

- That's stealing.

Pillaging, even.

- Tasting's not pillaging.

(blows raspberry)

- Hm?

(gulping)

- Good!

(burps)

- I'm keeping the last one for my friends.

And some spice too.

- Hm.

- Ah, (burps).

Now, tell me what brings you here, Haggard.

- This delicious smell of sausages.

That's what we came for.

And my name is Halvar, not Haggard.

- Sausages!

You want the sausages?

Nobody touches the king's sausages!

Ah!

And who said you could leave your post?

- Well, there's some mead.

Don't worry about the sausages, boss.

There's a big viking watching them.

- What?

- Yeh.

Yeh.

Yeh.

- Give me back those sausages!

You big whale man.

- Stop!

- Ugh.

- Wait, wait, we got herrings to exchange

for your sausages.

- Goddess of the cooking!

The king hates herrings.

They bring him out in the spots.

Throw them into the boiling water now.

- Barbarian!

Crooked cook!

Swindler!

Oh.

- Argh!

- Uh.

(water boiling)

- Now we're sure of keeping you with us, Halzar.

- It's Halvar!

- Boil him just a little, first.

(laughing)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Wait!

- What?

What do you want?

- That cauldron over there.

It's magic.

- It is?

- But Vic, your mother wouldn't even do the dishes in that.

- This cauldron is the most precious thing we've got.

It is Undree, the Cauldron of the God Dagda, it's magic.

You can take as much food out as you like,

but there will always be more to eat.

The cauldron replaces anything you take.

That way your king will have all the sausages he wants.

The more you eat, the more there will be.

- No, it won't work.

Because there aren't anymore sausages.

- It's the same with all kinds of food.

- I'll show you with veggies.

And if it works you set us free.

Is that a deal?

- The Cauldron of Dagda?

I didn't know we had that.

- Shh.

Grr.

- Oh! (laughs)

- Hm.

I want to see this.

Only if the child speaks the truth,

will you be able to leave, Ramnar.

- Ugh.

- Ramrot. - Nuh uh.

- Nimrod? - No.

- Valvar? - I--

- Whatever?

- No, I don't like it.

- Undree the magic cauldron!

Straight from the kitchen of the great god, Dagda.

- If you've lied to me--

- I know, I'm boiled.

Take as much as you like.

It'll never be empty.

- Oh!

- Well, look at that.

- It's magic.

It's really magic, this.

(air pumping)

Oh, ho, yes!

We'll never be short of the vegetables again.

- Good idea, son.

You're as clever as your little pops.

- He'll see it's a trick

if we don't hurry away from here.

- This magic cauldron.

Who would have known?

- Yes.

- Nevermind!

- [Ragnar] Oh, ho, yes!

Oh, veggies, veggies!

Oh, ho, yes.

- It doesn't matter.

Look, it's not that we're getting bored, but..

- Huh?

Oh!

Wait for me!

- [Ragnar] Oh, ho ho ho, sure, yes, veggies!

(panting)

- Huh?

- Shh.

- Hmm?

- [Halvar] Port?

Starboard?

Where are we going, Viccy?

- [Vic] I can't see anything, Papa.

- Ow!

- [Vic] Give it all you got, Dad.

Full speed ahead!

- Oh ho, yes.

Oh, ho!

Oh, what?

But, but, but.

A barrel lid?

Water?

Oh!

We have been had!

And also by the little child.

- Ah!

- It's you who are going to be boiled.

You numbskulls!

(thud)

Ow!

- Put the boat down, you thieves!

- [Vic] Port, port!

Starboard, Starboard!

- Stop, I'll get you.

You can't get away from me you vikings.

- Get cranking, Pops.

He's gaining on us.

(panting)

Starboard!

- [All] Argh!

- We've got to find an ideas, little Pops.

If not, we've had it.

One, two, three.

Again, at three.

- What are you doing, my son?

Now's the time for an idea.

(growling)

- Port, port.

- Ah!

- Hmm.

Ah ha!

Turn port, and straight ahead, Pops.

(all screaming)

This one, quick!

Put the boat there.

Get in, quickly!

(all screaming)

- Liars, thieves, cheats, stop!

- [Vic] One, two, three.

- Ha ha!

You can keep the herrings.

See ya next time.

(laughing)

- [All] Ahh!

- [Ragnar] You cheated us!

- Oh!.

Only one sausage for everyone?

- But at least we've got this secret spice.

Back to Flake.

We're going to have a delicious royal secret feast.

(laughing)

- [All] Hooray!