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(horn blows)

♫ 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's 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

(peaceful music)

(chirps)

(thuds)

(aloof music)

(thuds) (yelps)

(exclaims)

- You started it! - Stop it!

(shushes)

(yawns)

(footsteps)

(laughs)

(bangs)

(group yells)

- Huh?

(comical horn music)

What the?

- Hm, ladies!

(men gasping)

(ladies grunting)

(chirps)

I thought we agreed, Halvar.

You promised to plow the field before going pillaging.

- You all promised!

- [Ladies] Uh-huh!

- But Ylva!

There's a ship filled with gold

that's supposed to sail by today!

We really can't--

- No plowing, no pillaging!

- Not even if-- - Not even!

- But Mom, if we get to the ship quickly,

maybe we can plow when we return.

- I'm sorry Vicky, but if we don't plow now,

there'll be no bread next year.

- C'mon, Dad.

If we start now, we could be out at sea this afternoon!

- And we might miss the ship filled with gold!

Anyway,

that cow's not strong enough to pull the plow,

and the ox has got a gas attack.

(farts)

Who'd want to plow the field behind an ox with a gas attack?

- Exactly!

So if the ox can't pull the plow,

you're going to need every pair of hands you can get.

Confiscate the oars!

- [Ladies] To the oars!

(men groaning)

- Gorme, go and watch out for the gold ship.

We shouldn't be too long.

- Got it!

(crows)

(lazy horn music)

(plow rumbling)

(exclaims)

The ship!

The ship!

It's coming and it's full of gold!

(clanks)

- [Men] Let's take their gold!

- But Papa, we're not finished yet.

- Oh?

- The ship, the ship!

Hurry, it's just below!

- That's it!

- Whoa!

- Vikings, attack!

(exclaims)

(triumphant music)

(whistles)

And good

(thuds) riddance!

- Oh, I think we just hit it!

- Well, with no plow, I guess there can be no plowing.

Let's pillage!

- [Men] Halvar!

Halvar!

Halvar!

- What do you mean, the plow's disappeared?

(mumbles)

(gasps)

- Chief, the ship has passed the point!

And it's got a plow on board!

- We could go pillage them, then come back with a new plow,

and take care of the field!

- A plow?

On a merchant ship?

How convenient.

Halvar, if you get your men to lie for you,

at least make it a good lie.

(ladies laughing)

Now, Halvar, I have some chores to do on my own.

You'll get your oars when the field is plowed.

(lazy horn music)

- Dad, I think I know how we could do it

and still make it to the ship.

Your men are so strong, it shouldn't take long.

(thoughtful music)

You'll see, Dad. The anchor will make a great plow!

- You're as clever as I am, Vicky.

(thuds) (exclaims)

This is going to make your mother very happy.

(grunts)

- Chief, the ship has sailed past Gull's Rock.

We really should go soon if we wanna catch it!

- Papa, the sooner we start...

- I need a volunteer to pull the anchor.

Oh, well done, Faxe!

- Huh?

- You go first.

The others will take turns later.

(upbeat music)

(grunts)

(thuds)

- It's stuck.

(men grunting)

- C'mon, boys!

Now we have no way to plow this field.

The only thing we can do now is go and plunder the ship.

(peaceful music)

It's just really bad luck, Ylva.

We'd like to plow, but it's impossible!

It's like the gods forbid us!

Isn't that right, Urobe?

- The runes have spoken, Chief

and Ylva.

- So, can we have our oars back, please?

We've still got a chance of catching up

with that ship and the gold.

- And the plow they have on board?

- I knew you'd understand.

- And you're sure the anchor is totally stuck?

- [Men] Yes.

- Then I can see only one solution.

You'll have to dig the field by hand.

(men exclaiming)

- [Men] Let's go!

(grunts)

(scrapes)

(exclaims softly)

(clinks)

- Ow!

Gold?

(hopeful music)

- The ship is almost gone, Ylva!

We need to go!

We are Vikings!

We are made to plunder!

- You'll plunder when you've plowed.

- But what if the gods send us another sign?

I could hurt myself

with this spade. - No, I've found a coin

made of gold!

(clinks)

- Oh, it's gold alright!

- [Men] Gold!

- A seal with a beard,

that's the stamp of Ulrich Sealsbreath,

the founder of flake.

(men gasping)

Yes, what a hero, that Ulrich.

He could knock out his enemies just by

breathing his horrible, bad breath on them, like this!

(breathes)

(men groaning)

Hm?

(breathes)

Well done, son!

Show us where you found it.

Huh?

(whispers)

(both laughing)

- Alright, Halvar.

You and the crew can go to sea and pillage.

I'll do the digging myself.

- No, no, no, Ylva, my little sweetness!

You wanted me to plow, I will plow.

I don't want you to spoil those pretty hands of yours.

- Yes, yes, me too. I want to dig.

- Hey, stop pushing, you's fancy barnacle!

- I was here first!

- Make way for a senior citizen!

- Gold!

(lively music)

- Huh?

(clinks)

(grunts)

- Another gold coin!

(men gasping)

They're just under the surface.

You just have to turn over the soil.

(folksy guitar music)

(men exclaiming)

(men grunting)

- Got one!

(exclaims)

- Me too!

- (laughs) Me too! - It's mine now, you sea slug!

- Now it's mine.

- There must be gold everywhere!

- [Men] 38,

39,

40.

- 41,

42,

43.

Thank you Ulrich Sealsbreath!

- Yes!

And now the field's been dug,

you'll be able to buy a new plow

with the money you found, Halvar.

(groans)

- Chief, the ship filled with gold is about to go forever!

- (laughs) Or, I could go and get the one

that's on this merchant ship filled with gold!

- Alright, Halvar.

Now the field's dug, you can go pillaging.

- Really?

- I thought that's what Vikings were born to do.

(men cheering)

(men yelling)

- You sure are a clever, little Viking, Vicky.

And the best son parents could dream of.

- (chuckles) Thanks, Mom! (laughs)