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(horn blowing)

♫ He's 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 the Vic the Viking.

♫ With new adventures Vic the Viking

♫ Battle the dangers Vic the Viking

♫ Bring every enemy to his knees

♫ Vic the Viking

(horn blowing)

- [Ulme] The vikings sailed sorrily home.

Perhaps they needed a loan

for the loot they collected was none.

They were poorer than they'd begun.

- (sighs) That's our worst expedition in years.

I can't face coming back to Flake without any decent loot.

- Come on, Dad.

You can't find a mountain of gold every time you plunder.

I'm sure we'll have better luck next time.

- Vicky is right, Halvar.

The runes have spoken and luck is on our side now.

(La Cucaracha horn)

(grunting)

- Whoa.

- [Halvar] Hold on tight.

- Yoohoo, vikings.

Good day for a swim?

(evil laughter)

- You rotten sea cucumber.

Stop right now or I'll shred your boat to toothpicks.

(La Cucaracha horn)

- Dad, they're too far away.

(growls)

- Row men, row with all your heart.

- [Tjure] But it's long gone, chief.

We'll never catch up with it now.

- No one escapes us Tjure.

We'll catch up with it all right.

- Dad.

The long boat.

- (laughs) What did I tell you?

He tried to hide but my son found him.

You've got your father's eagle eyes Vicky.

- [Faxe] Ooh, this must be a prince's ship.

- [Tjure] Look at the craft of this carved head.

- [Ulme] And look at the height of its mast.

- Huh.

Showoff.

Now, move your hand.

- Sorry, no visits today.

I have important business to attend here.

Bzz, bzz, Out of my way.

(helmet clangs)

(growls)

- Can't you pay attention?

You almost capsized us earlier.

- (laughs) I thought they banned unseaworthy vessels.

- You rotten gull's egg.

My drakkar is the jewel of the seas.

- A jewel of the past seas, maybe.

Let me do you a favor.

I'll buy it for my collection of antiques

and you can buy something more modern.

- It's not an antique.

It's the finest ship of the Seven Seas

and I'm sure it's faster than yours.

- Want to bet?

- You bet I want to bet.

The first ship to make it to this island and back.

I bet you those three barrels of gold.

- And I bet you your drakkar for my collection.

- We're in.

- Let's do this first thing tomorrow.

I think your men need rest

if you want to have a chance at this.

(groaning)

- Don't worry, Dad.

I'm sure we'll think of something.

- Nope, you're right Vicky.

We will show them how strong we are.

Come on.

(clears throat) When they see it in action my son

they'll understand they can't win.

- But we have to keep it a secret

until the race starts, Dad.

- (clears throat) Of course, of course.

Keeping it secret.

Mess with their minds, mess with their strength.

That's what my father always said, Vicky.

- Gentlemen.

Do you want to be the luckiest men on this side of Valhalla?

- Well, we could use a bit of luck in our situation.

(salsa music)

- Oh, yes, yes.

Then taste this.

This water is pure liquid luck.

- Hmm.

(boom) (salsa music)

- Why, Odin's beard.

Oh, that tickling is pure magic,

and it feels so light.

- Oh, powerful water.

(boom) (helmet rattles)

(salsa music) - Whoa, funny.

- See?

What did I tell you?

Keeps a smile on your face.

- With all the gold we'll win tomorrow

we can buy some to take back to Ylva.

- [Vic] That's a great idea, Papa.

- (laughs) I see you're quenching your thirst.

At least you'll be well hydrated when you lose everything.

- I'll hydrate you

Whoa, you

(boom) (salsa music)

(screams)

- Silly viking fool.

(evil laughter)

- Come on, son.

We need to rest for the race tomorrow.

- Hmm.

A secret tool for the race.

Really?

So, I'd better not take any chances, then.

(snoring)

(sawing wood)

- No, it wasn't me. I was being a unicorn.

(snoring)

- [Tjure] Keep your paws to yourself.

- Huh?

(sawing wood)

(drum roll)

- Ready?

(horn blows)

(foghorn blows)

- Go!

(grunting)

- See you at the other end, squid head.

Row men, row with all your hearts.

- (evil laughter) Row while you still can, viking.

- [Tjure] What happened?

- [Urobe] Where'd it go?

- [Ulme] The oars.

- What in Thor's name?

- He sawed our oars off.

- [Halvar] You rotten turtle shell.

How could you not respect the sailor's code?

- Never.

It must be time to get your secret tool out, viking.

(evil laughter)

- Oh, my poor drakkar.

I'm so sorry I bet you.

Now we're going to have to swim back to Flake.

- Hmm.

Ah ha!

Come on Faxe.

We don't have a minute to waste.

(panting)

- We'll make it in no time now.

- Ready?

Faxe, Dad?

I need you to shake those barrels very strongly.

- Vic, we don't have time to play.

- Trust me, dad. Shake it as hard as you can.

(thudding)

- Vicky, they're almost back.

- [Vic] Now lower them over the sides.

- Prepare to swim back to your village, vikings.

- Now it's your move, Dad,

and everyone, you'd better hold onto something solid.

I think this might rock a bit.

(cowabunga music)

- The secret tool.

Faster you sea snails.

- Vic, how do we turn?

- All on starboard at the stern.

- All on starboard, vikings, at the stern.

We have a race to win.

- Hold on.

- Oh.

Phew.

(laughing)

- You cheats. This is not fair.

- You see, chief, the runes didn't lie.

I saw three barrels of gold.

Luck was on our side for the race.

- Luck and Vicky, Urobe.

- And the magical sparkling water.

- [Tjure] I can't wait to celebrate this fantastic loot.

- [Ulme] Yay! Yeah!

- Men, set sail for Flake.

You know son?

Your funny trick is all well and good for a boat,

but I think we should all stick to walking.