Original subtitles

(upbeat theme music)

♫ 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 Vic the Viking

♫ With new adventures, Vic the Viking

♫ Battle the dangers, Vic the Viking

♫ Bring every enemy to his knees

♫ Vic the Viking

- In the Scots land and rough sea,

a giant monster lurks for prey.

Beware fierce Vikings, far from your king.

- Does a monster really exist?

Is it big?

- Nobody really knows.

Anyone who ever crossed it was never seen again.

It is called Bessie Hungermouth.

- We are vikings.

That monster's got nothing on us.

- Nobody can defeat it.

It's powers are supernatural.

The only chance of survival is if you feed and feed

and feed it.

- Stop it, Urobe, you're ruining the good mood.

- You're right, Snorre, we should be happy.

We've pillaged magnificently.

(laughter)

Imagine Sven's face when he sees that we overtook him.

- Yeah, we didn't find gold,

we found a treasure of tasty cheese.

Stinking, but delicious.

(seagull crying)

- He got away!

- We are the Vikings of Flake!

(cheering)

(dramatic music)

- How does this open?

- Why did you take this ugly thing?

- It'll look great in the living room.

I'm sure Ylva will love it.

(thunder crashing)

It looks like a thunderstorm is coming.

We need shelter.

(dramatic music)

(thunder crashes)

(thunder crashes)

(thunder crashes)

- Huh?

Monster, monster!

Everyone, wake up!

- Ah!

(teeth chattering)

- It's going to eat us!

- Unless we feed him.

(screaming)

- Men!

Attack!

(frightened yelling)

- More food, he wants more!

- Little pops, we need to keep some food for ourselves.

- You're right, son.

- The monster wants more, lots more!

(thunder crashes)

- Mammy, I want to go home!

(seagulls chirping)

(snoring)

- Huh?

(laughing)

Come here.

Have a look at this.

- Did we arrive in Valhalla?

- Let me present the monster.

(laughter)

(stomach grumbling)

- [Group] Oh.

- But, I didn't have my breakfast,

and we've got no food left.

(stomachs grumbling)

(soft flute music)

(groaning)

- Not even a shrimp.

(yelling)

- That's clever.

Now we've lost the last of our drinking water barrel.

- Now we need to go ashore to get supplies.

- Oh, I'm so hungry that I'm starting to see things.

Pirates.

(shouting)

- [Vic] Sven!

- Argh, argh!

- Start rowing, men!

- [Sven] Fire!

- For the honor of Flake, row harder!

(dramatic music)

(shouting)

- Battle stations!

(screaming)

- Let me go!

- I don't know what kind of treasure was inside,

but it doesn't smell like gold.

- Hmm.

- Where is my loot?

- I only found this thing.

- Put that down.

That's a present for my wife.

- Oh, oh, hey!

- You must have hidden the Britons' gold.

Men, let's make sure they never get the chance to use it.

- Have mercy.

What we didn't eat, we threw to the monster.

- He's telling the truth, let us go, Sven.

This is great monster Bessie Hungermouth's territory.

- Bessie Hungermouth?

- Stop that nonsense and hurry up.

You pudgy blowfish will learn what it's like

to really starve.

You might get skinnier around the waist.

- But we're already starving.

- Oh, you bring a tear to Sven's eye.

Enjoy.

(ominous music)

- Without food, we will fade into nothing.

- You're right, we will.

- Uh, chief, your son has had too much sun.

- No, listen, I'll slide underneath the rope.

If we all breathe in at the same time, it might work.

- Do as he says.

Everyone, breathe in.

(deep breaths)

- Tada!

(laughing)

(cheering)

- That's my son.

(cheering)

Bright as his pops.

Now, I want my statue back.

- But how?

- I've got it!

We have to return to the monster.

- [Group] The monster?

(dramatic drumbeat)

- [Halvar] Come on, boys, a little further.

(laughing)

- Ow!

Ow, ow, ow!

(laughing)

- Testing, one two, one two.

- Haha.

- Hello, Vics.

(snoring)

- What if that monster, Bessie Hungermouth,

really is lurking around us?

- Superstitious chit-chat.

(creepy howling)

- Bessie!

(creepy howling)

- He's going to eat us!

- We better get out of here.

Row!

(adventurous music)

What are you doing?

(grunting)

- Feed it, quick, more food!

Throw more food!

(shouting and grunting)

- Gah!

(laughing)

(humming)

- It's working!

- They're leaving.

(laughing)

Huh?

With Ylva's present.

- Do as I say, little pops.

- Statue, statue, statue.

- Agh!

Oh, oh.

- No, don't give it to him.

- Statue, statue.

- Move, quick!

Oh!

(playful music)

- Now we have even more food than before.

- Oh, ah.

Ha, aha, hey.

Wow.

(laughing)

- Who said this statue had no value?

- [Group] Hooray!