Original subtitles

(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 his picture please

♫ He is Vic the Viking

♫ He's 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

(cheerful music)

(lighthearted music)

- Have you ever seen cedarwood like it?

- Rosewood.

- How you ever seen rosewood like it?

Didn't I get a good deal?

What did I pay for all this wood?

- One barrel of mead. - One barrel of mead.

- [All] You really swindled those lumberjacks from Luia.

What a great deal.

(Halvar proudly laughs)

(gentle flute music)

(lighthearted music)

(Vic and Ylvi laughing))

- Huh?

(feet thumping)

(water rippling)

- What do you think, Ylvi?

It could have a message in it.

(Vic groans) (bottle pops)

(Vic and Ylvi laugh)

- Well?

- It says, huh?

"Help!"

- "Help"?

What sort of message is "Help"?

- It's a message from somebody who needs--

- Have Urobe meet us at the house.

He'll know what this means.

(sunny music) (Vic and Ylvi sigh)

(Urobe sniffs and hums)

(Urobe licks and groans in disgust)

- Well, what does it mean?

- On the face of it, all things being equal,

I'd say that it's most likely a message

from somebody who needs help.

(mumbles sheepishly)

(door creaks open)

- We found loads more bottles all along the shore.

- Hm, my judgment would be that there is something similar.

"What are you waiting for?

"I said, Help!"

Hm, "Which part of the word help don't you understand?"

(Vic hums thoughtfully)

"Don't you want to rescue a damsel in distress?"

- Hmph, certainly not.

Last time we went for that,

it turned out to be a walrus on an iceberg.

- No true viking would leave a damsel in distress.

Get out there and rescue her!

- Ylva, we have wood to unload!

I did this great deal.

- Remember the last time you upset me?

At our wedding?

(Halvar grunts uncomfortably )

- You know, there's something about those messages

that's not quite right.

- Come on, Vic, to the Drakkar.

We'll set sail at once.

We are going to rescue a damsel in distress.

(Urobe moaning)

(Ylva laughs)

(sunny music)

(metal hat dings) (Gorm gasps)

- Get away!

Where are we going (shrieks)? (metal hat dinging)

- No idea, across the ocean.

Damsel in distress.

- This bottle, it's made of bird cherry wood.

You know where that comes from!

(seagulls chirping)

Bird Cherry Hill on Bird Cherry Island

in Bird Cherry Straits.

- Bird Cherry brilliant!

Set sail for Bird Cherry Island!

- Couldn't we just sail around a bit

and tell Ylva we rescued a damsel?

- Are you suggesting we're only doing this

because of Ylva?

- Yeah, you're all so funny. (Halvar's crew talking)

- She has you wrapped - Under the thumb.

around her finger. - It's not even funny!

(Halvar growls)

- I'm a viking, and I'm the boss,

and how dare you say I'm in.

(box explodes)

- Ohhh!

- Okay, okay, you're the boss. (Halvar's crew moans in fear)

- Wow, pops, you're as a strong as an ox!

- [Halvar] Undoubtedly!

- Hmm.

(sunny music)

(Halvar chuckles)

- Little pops, you know that wood you smashed?

It was full of woodworm.

- (laughs) I know it must be frightening

to have a father with such great strength,

but really, you should have more faith in me, Vicky.

(person wailing)

(Gorm squeals) (metal hat dings)

(person wailing)

- No, little pops, really it was full of--

- Sorry, Vic, I can't concentrate

with that damsel making such an awful racket.

- Walrus ahead!

(eyeballs blink twice)

- Oh mime, it is a damsel!

- Help, help!

Help me, please!

What's wrong with these vikings?

There's a damsel in distress here!

Ohh help me, please (wailing)!

- Bird Cherry Island!

(Halvar's crew gasps)

- We made it.

- Not much of a damsel if you ask me.

I've seen better-looking walruses.

- Help!

Help me, please (wails)!

- Onward to the rescue!

- Little pops, that's a really narrow gap.

We could crash onto the reef.

- From henceforth, I shall be known as

Halvar, Defender of Distressed Damsels.

(hair rustling)

- But dad, if she was tied to the tree,

how did she manage to send the messages in the bottles?

- Vic, you're ruining my big moment.

(majestic music)

- Help!

Oh help, please!

Get a move-on, you dim-witted vikings!

I'm in such distress!

(Halvar's crew wails in disgust)

- Well, it's not her fault.

She can't help the way she looks.

- I think I'm gonna be sick.

- I don't think it's a damsel at all!

It looks like--

- [Ship's Crew] Pox!

- Koo-ee!

- Uh, just because it's Pox,

it doesn't mean we shouldn't save him.

It can't have been easy for him,

being dressed as a girl and tied to a tree.

- But don't you see?

It's a trap!

- [Ship's Crew] Sven!

Let's get outta here!

- Don't worry, I'll crush him like the wood:

with my bare hands!

- [Tjure] Yes, but that coulda been a fluke.

- [Gorm] He's got us trapped!

- [Crew Member] And outnumbered!

- [Snorre] It's impossible!

- We are vikings!

Vikings fight, even when they're outnumbered 100 to one!

- Hello, kiddies!

Want to play ball (chuckles)?

(seagull cackling)

- Don't come any closer, Sven.

- Halvar, your face still looks like a bear's bottom

with a bad case of mange (laughs).

- You, you, you smell worse than a pair of underpants

I lost at sea (laughs weakly).

(gong dings)

(Halvar chuckles)

- Yay!

(celebratory music)

(Sven growls)

(ball-and-chain whooshes )

- Let's fight it out, Sven.

Let's see who is the strongest!

(celebratory music) (snapping wood)

(Sven's crew gasping)

(Halvar's crew laughing and cheering)

(Halvar growls) (Halvar's crew gasps)

- Alright, come here and we'll fight it out.

- No, you come here!

- No no, you--

- No, no, you come over here.

- Come here!

- No no, you'll be over here, my friend.

- You-- - Oh, no, no, no,

you come here!

I'll see you here!

- [Sven] No no, you come here!

(celebratory music)

- You come here!

- Little pops, throw some planks!

You can fight it out between the two boats.

(Halvar hums)

- Ah, yes.

Let's fight between our boats!

That way, no one loses face.

(gears churning)

- It's a deal.

(Sven gargling and spitting)

- Are you sure you want to go through with this, captain?

Halvar looks really strong today.

- Don't be stupid!

I'm not gonna fight 'im!

As soon as this foot bridge is in place,

we'll race over and take 'is boat (chuckles)!

(bell rings)

(upbeat music)

- Alright, as soon you've got Sven in front of you,

duck to the left and swing with your right!

- No, duck to the right and swing with your left.

(Halvar grunts)

(mast twangs) (Gorm warbles)

- Ow!

(Tjure whistles and chuckles)

- [Vic] That one and that one.

(Gorm warbling)

(Gorm pants and screams)

And that one.

(Gorm crashes) (Vic laughs)

- I'm ready!

- I'm ready.

(wood planks thump)

(tense music)

(Sven and Halvar growling)

(tense music)

(Sven and Halvar growling)

- Come on, men!

All aboard!

(Sven's crew roars)

- (laughs) You think I'm scared?

I'm a viking, I'm strong enough to fight you all!

- (laughs) Take no prisoners!

(Sven's crew yelling)

(wood cracks)

(Sven's crew yelling)

(wood planks crash)

(Sven splashes)

(Vic giggles)

(Sven's crew yelling and splashing)

(Sven growls)

- [Halvar] I sorted that out.

They're going to be swimming for a long, long time.

(Halvar's crew cheers)

Set sail for Flake!

- Halvar, you low-down, filthy bear!

And you, all of you, what are you waiting for?

Catch our boat!

- Just as well that bridge gave way.

You might've beaten Sven, but not the whole crew.

- Hah, nonsense!

I'm strong enough to take on a hundred men!

Vic, bring me an oar!

I'll break it with my bare hands.

- It'd a be a pity to break an oar, little pops.

Break this.

- Alright.

(board squeaks and snaps)

(Halvar snapping wood)

(wood crumbling)

(Halvar chuckles) (everyone cheers)

(Gorm cheers)

(cheerful music)

- I never wanted this job!

Don't leave me all alone on this miserable island

in a dress!

The crabs are going up my skirt already!

(gentle music)

- You see, Ylvi, the wood is infested with woodworm.

That's why dad was able to get it for a barrel of mead.

- (laughs) Oh Vicky, you are so clever.

(gasps) Oh look, over there!

(Vic grunts)

(paper rustling)

- "We found a dead rat in the mead.

"How did you like the wood?"

(Vic and Ylvi laugh)

(cheerful music)