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(horn blowing)

♫ Here's Vic the Viking

♫ Sailing the seas, it's Vic the Viking

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

♫ Say won't you take us with you please

♫ Here's Vic the Viking

♫ When you were meant to swing the Viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Run on down just Vic the Viking

♫ Bring every enemy to his knees

♫ Vic the Viking

(whistling)

(playful music)

(panting and barking)

- What's up with Faxe?

He's playing a silly game.

(barking and panting)

- What are you playing at Faxe?

- I don't know what's wrong with him.

He came back from the forest like that.

(barking and panting)

(yelling)

- What's wrong with him?

- He really seems to think that he's a dog.

Urobe must know how to cure him.

(growling)

- By Odin, I know no cure for such a madness.

- What exactly is the use of this druid?

(sighs)

(horse neighing)

(horse neighing)

- Oh, he looks nice.

(barking)

- Who is that?

- Mysterious.

- He's not from the village.

(barking)

- So am I.

This man is suffering from acute caninicity.

- Cananicity?

I never heard of such a disease.

- Only the wisest druids know of it.

- [Villagers] Huh?

(slamming)

- [Villagers] Oh!

(panting)

- Allow me to proceed.

(magical tones)

- [Villagers] Huh?

- What is it?

- What talent!

Come and refresh yourself at my house.

(clinking horns)

To the gods who granted you the gift of healing.

Did they give you any other powers?

- I also received the gift of foreseeing the future.

- Ooh, ooh, ooh, is that true?

Could you foretell mine for me?

(hypnotic music)

- Odin, God of the prophets, reveal to me

the future of the valiant chief of Flake.

- Well, I was gathering mushrooms and then,

the flowers looked at me in a funny way.

(laughing)

- And then what?

- I don't know Vicky.

I don't remember any more.

Ah yes, I took a nice little nap.

- You went to sleep?

- What do you think Vicky?

- We have to go and look at those flowers.

- Vikings of Flake, our visitor is a potent soothsayer.

He can even tell that I don't like taking showers.

And he also saw that I like pulling the hairs

out of my nose.

- Hmmm, his soothsayer has a sense of smell.

- And good eyesight.

- Most important, he predicted victory over Sven.

- [Crowd] Oooh, Ahhh.

(cheering)

- Imagine, they will still be recounting my exploits

in a thousand years.

- And you believed him?

You big fool.

(bell dinging)

- I hope he tells me I'm having pie for dinner.

- What do you think he'll say?

- I'm so excited.

- Oh I can't wait to get inside.

- Thank you soothsayer, thank you, thank you,

thank you soothsayer, thank you.

- Next!

(whistling)

- But why should Sven suddenly become so easy to beat?

- This soothsayer knows everything.

Don't forget he cured Faxe, just like that.

(whistling)

Halvar!

- Sven, I'm going to finish you quicker than grute pie.

(mock fighting)

(yelling)

(whistling)

(bonking)

Ow!

(birds chirping)

(suspenseful music)

(gasps)

- Vicky, it's Faxe's basket.

- And these must be the flowers, the ones that looked

at him in a funny way.

- Oh, they don't have any eyes.

- Look, there was somebody here with Faxe.

- It was the soothsayer.

Our horses don't wear shoes like that.

- Which means, that he saw Faxe before

he arrived in the village.

(gasps)

Come on, we have to ask that soothsayer a few questions.

- Halvar!

(dramatic music)

I'm warning you.

- Halvar shall crush Sven like a toad.

(harp music)

He hath it all, and I shall be a greater bard.

- Your father's gone mad, and the whole village with them.

- Stand clear, he's predicted a bumper fishing harvest

for me, giant lobsters by the hundred.

- I gotta do it.

I gotta do it, the soothsayer told me.

I shall fly like a seagull.

- No Gorme!

- Look, I can fly.

(gasps)

Fly!

- Where is that spring of youth?

I did what he told me.

Five Eric paces from the well.

(clucking)

- Yes, yes, she's going to lay golden eggs.

- Was it also the soothsayer who told you that?

- Of course, I looked into his eyes and then,

I'm waiting for those golden eggs.

- So it was the same with her.

She fell asleep when the soothsayer looked into her eyes.

We have to stop this fake soothsayer.

Otherwise everyone here will go mad.

- Oh, and what if we fall asleep too.

- Don't worry about that.

Mmmm, mmmmm, ah!

(door slams)

(dramatic music)

You obey me, I control your mind.

(hypnotic music)

Tell me the secrets of the village.

- I obey you.

You control my mind.

They don't tell me the secrets.

I am too young.

- Oh.

- But I do know the treasure of Flake.

It is buried 19 stone's throw and three bunny hops

from the totem towards the rising Sun.

(snaps fingers)

- Well done, my boy.

One day you will be as great a chief as your father.

(door slams)

- I obey him.

He controls my (barking).

(gasps)

Oh no, I was just pretending.

That way I could fool him.

(laughing)

- Halvar has returned to Flake,

the magnificent Halvar the Great.

The soothsayer hath predicted.

He hath it all foretold.

- Ah, was there a storm?

(grumbling)

- Where is that cursed soothsayer.

I'll give him a taste of his own false predictions, I will.

- Halvar, somebody stole all my savings while

I was out fishing.

- Mine too, and not one golden egg in my hen house.

- Halvar, my gold pieces have gone,

and I'm still as wrinkled as a dried up apple.

- And your Soothsayer, he's flown.

- Get him! - Catch him!

- I know where he's gone.

Into the forest, to dig up the treasure of Flake.

I told him where it is.

(suspenseful music)

Well, not really where it is.

(sighing)

Shhh.

- Ah, there you are.

Now where is that treasure?

Oh.

Ah!

- Oh no you don't.

- You're surrounded.

- Oh, stop that.

Oh, not my hat.

(cowbell jangling)

Ill give it back!

Have mercy!

I'll never do it again.

Let me go, but please, leave me alone.

Oh.

(crying)

(laughing)

- Get out of here. - Just keep on running.

(clears throat)

- So it seems you're not so happy

with your new soothsayer, hmm?

- A real crook.

- He just told us lies.

- It's true that you're always predicting disasters.

But since they never happen, that's alright.

- You know, Urobe, I didn't mean what I said to you.

- You are the true village soothsayer, Urobe.

- Long live the soothsayer of Flake.

(cheering)

- [Villagers] Long live the soothsayer of Flake.

(playful music)