Original subtitles

(horn blowing)

♫ He's Vic the Viking

♫ Sailing the seas it's Vic the Viking

♫ Pull up our chairs it's Vic the Viking

♫ Say won't you take us with you please

♫ He's Vic the Viking

♫ With new adventures Vic the Viking

♫ Where are the dangers Vic the Viking

♫ Bring every enemy to his knees.

♫ Vic the Viking

(dramatic horns blowing)

- [Tijure] I will destroy you.

- No, I will destroy you, lousy loser.

- The one who does the most skips

with one stone will be crowned champion of Flake.

- I'm the best and you know it.

- Well, let's find out, loser.

- No doubt about it.

(overly dramatic panting)

- Loser.

- One, two...

Three.

Three for Snorre.

(chuckles)

- Anything to say to the future champion?

- Watch and learn, tadpole.

What was that?

Anybody in there?

- I'm just an innocent little flint stone

and I don't deserve this.

(helmet rings)

(chuckling)

- Zero.

- Oh.

That's not fair.

You distracted me.

(laughing)

- I didn't even open my mouth.

♫ I'm the champion of Flake

♫ I'm the champion of Flake

♫ Nah nah nah nah nah nah

♫ Nah nah nah nah nah nah

- I think Tijure deserves another go, Snorre.

You distracted him with your funny voice.

Let's do a replay, then you'll both get to go again.

Okay?

- Hm, yeah.

- Aw.

- I'll show you this time.

- No, I'll show you.

(grunting)

(gong ringing)

- Get ready.

On three, we kidnap them.

We'll get a good ransom for them,

especially the chief's son.

- [All Three] One, two, three.

(shouting)

- It's gonna cost your darling daddy dear

if he wants his shrimp and these two winkles back.

(laughing)

- Oh inspiration, guide my wish.

To sing of skies that are so blueish.

That pirate flag so darkish.

- What, where?

(horn blowing)

- Missing something, Halvar?

Who's got the chief's little boy, then?

- No.

Gorme, telescope.

(shrieking)

- Oops.

- [Halvar] Oh.

(whooshing)

- And who's going to give me all his gold

to get his little shrimp back?

- You degenerate sea urchin.

If you harm a hair on Vic's head,

I'll grind ya to fish paste.

- All your treasure northeast of Gull's Island.

I give ya three hours to collect

all the gold you can find.

(laughing)

(grunting)

- Vikings, Vic is in danger and we're going to save him.

Who's got a plan?

- We could ask Vic.

- [All] Yeah.

Aw.

(dramatic music)

(grunting)

- What's the plan after we free ourselves?

I wish Halvar was here.

- Don't worry.

Dad and the crew, they'll rescue us.

We just need to be ready.

Tijure, move towards me.

(whistling)

(grunting)

(whistling)

- If you're trying to escape, think again.

- We know, Pox.

This time, you win.

(cawing)

- Chief, do you think this will work?

- We don't have a choice, Faxe.

We must get Vic back.

- And it's all we have.

(playful music)

- My plan will work.

(cuckoo chirping)

We'll bring these to Sven and while he's looking

inside them, I'll free Vic, Tijure, and Smorre,

then you'll jump onboard and we'll defeat the pirates

by surrounding them.

(slow-tempo music)

- When I get the ransom, I'll release

these two sea slugs.

But you, you'll stay here.

(giggling)

- You will never win.

My father and the vikings will free us.

- And make you sorry for what you did to us.

- Uh huh, that's right.

And then, you'll be very sorry.

- Oh.

Oh, I'm shaking in my boots.

(laughing)

(horns blowing)

Time for business.

Let's see how much loot they've got for us.

- Be ready as soon as we've docked.

- Stop right where you are, Halvar.

Put your treasure in the dingy

and send only one of your men.

(shrieking)

Or you'll never see your son again.

- Chief, how are we going to jump onboard

to help you now?

- Ah, I can take those pirates by myself.

Anything to save Vic.

- Not you, Halvar.

Send me your weakest man.

- What?

(giggling)

- Uh uh.

Uh huh.

(shrieking)

- Are you sure, chief?

- Don't worry, Ulme, I have an idea.

Here's what you're going to do.

(muffled whispering)

- I'm sure dad has a great plan.

We'll be free very soon.

- Really?

- You think so, Halvar?

- A great plan?

- Yeah.

(whimpering)

(growling)

- What are you doing, you land-lover?

Come right here now, before I come and get ya.

- [Ulme] Oh, sorry.

It's the current.

I'm coming as fast as I can.

- You, grab them chests and see what treasure

Halvar's prepared to pay to get his son back.

You.

Move.

(silly music)

(grumbling)

How do you feel now, Halvar?

Without your skinny Vicky?

(mocking laughter)

- [Both] Halvar.

- [Pirates] Huh?

- What is this ruckus about?

(nervous laughter)

- We are so happy that my dad paid you the ransom.

(chuckling)

- How naive.

Do you really think I'd let you go

just because daddy has given me all his gold?

(chuckle)

So, let's see the treasure.

Treasure.

Treasure.

(wind chimes ringing)

- [Snorre] Oh no, please, Tijure.

Don't throw me.

- What was that?

- I'm just an innocent little flint stone

and I don't deserve this.

- Anybody in there?

(heroic tones)

- Snorre, do your funny voice again

and repeat what I tell you.

(muffled whispering)

- Okay.

I'm telling you, our captain has a brain

like a barnacle.

- Who dared to say that?

Pox?

- It wasn't me, captain.

- More like a plankton brain, I'd reckon.

- Who was that?

- Not me.

- It's not me.

It must be...

(shouting and hollering)

- Go on, dad, untie us.

(playful music)

Here, everyone, take a horn.

Dad, we need yours too.

- Oh.

Here, Vic.

(shouting)

- Stop this now!

- Chief?

The prisoners?

- Oh.

What?

Where are they?

Find those vikings.

(triumphant music)

(growling)

- Do you want to chase them, captain?

- Halvar can have his men back.

I've got the treasure, that's all I need.

(screaming)

- [Both] You can always practice your stone-skipping, Sven.

- After them.

And throw all that overboard.

- Huh?

(screams)

- The stones, numbskulls.

Not the oars.

Do you want to push this boat while you're swimming?

They're going to escape.

To your stations.

We can still catch 'em with the sail.

We...

(cawing)

(grunting)

No.

Stop 'em, Pox.

- [Vic] I'm sorry about your helmet and your horns, dad.

- [Halvar] Don't worry, Vicky.

I would've given the world to get you back.

- You do look a little funny though.

- Really?

I think this might catch on back in Flake.

(giggling)