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♫ 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

♫ We'll do adventures, Vic the Viking

♫ Battle bandits

♫ It's Vic the Viking

♫ Bring every enemy to his knees

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ (Happy music)

- Hi, Flaxe.

- Hi, Vickie.

(Flaxe laughs)

- Mom says it's time to come home,

your dinner's ready.

- Hmm.

- Huh? Nothing?

Ah, nevermind, Dad.

Maybe you're fishing in the wrong spot.

- No.

I've moved there, and there, and there.

I've even changed places with Flaxe

and still I didn't catch anything.

- It's just bad luck, Dad.

- But I never have bad luck.

I'm the Chief.

I'm chosen by the gods.

Whoa! Ow!

(Vic gasps)

- Hmm.

- So, you didn't catch any fish.

It's no big deal.

Things could be a lot worse.

- Yes. You're right, Vickie.

It could be raining.

- Dad.

(laughs)

(thunder)

- Hmm.

Ah!

The gods have turned against me.

I'm cursed.

- Don't be silly, dad.

Nobody's going to challenge your right to be chief.

(thunder)

- Don't worry, you're safe at home, now.

- That's true.

Lightning never strikes in the same place twice.

(crashing sound)

I'm cursed!

I'm cursed with the worst luck a man can have!

- I've seen him, he's coming.

Thorold Treetrunk, with a big tree trunk

on his shoulder.

He's going to challenge Halvar.

Thorold can throw a tree trunk

further than anyone in the world.

He's never lost

- Oh!

- Oh!

A contest.

- No need to worry,

Halvar will defeat him, he's our chief.

The gods will never desert him.

- Yeah!

- Yeah!

(group cheering)

- You can have Thorold Treetrunk as your chief.

The way my luck is at the moment,

I couldn't win a game of dice.

- But, we don't want Thorold Treetrunk

as our chief.

(duck quacks)

- For some reason, Dad's got it into his head

that the gods have cursed him

with bad luck.

- Nonsense, that would never happen.

- Oh!

- No, if the gods had cursed Halvar with bad luck

I would be the first to know.

- Hmm.

- Poor Dad. He's lost all his confidence.

- Yes. Then we'll have to get it back for him.

We can't have Thorold Treetrunk as our chief.

- [Group] No, no.

- This is what we do, now listen,

(whispering)

(duck quacks)

(happy music)

- What's this for?

- If we fall in a ditch,

then it will look as if we've got bad luck,

and if he's the lucky one,

he gets his confidence back.

Get it, got it.

(quacks)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(splashing)

- Halvar, Halvar.

- What do you want?

- I thought we might take a stroll

through the Village.

- No, the sky might fall on my head.

I might be attacked by a giant elk.

(duck quacks)

- Oh!

- That would never happen to our leader.

That sort of bad luck only happens

to other people.

- Uh.

- You're a chief, and a viking.

It was just a coincidence that you

were struck by lightning ... twice.

See, a perfectly normal day in the village.

No sign of any curse, no bad luck for you.

- Ah!

What bad luck!

- Lucky it didn't happen to you.

- Oh!

Ah, what bad luck!

- If anyone's cursed with bad luck,

it's got to be Tjure.

- Good morning, chief. Captain.

(whistling)

(splash)

- What bad luck!

- That's it, my bad luck is rubbing off

on everybody else.

I'm going home,

and I'm never coming out again.

- The contest is tomorrow.

We need to find a way to make dad

think his luck has changed.

If he feels confident he'll win.

Hmm. Hmm.

Ah-hah!

(laughs)

(spooky music)

- Oh!

- Shh!

(whispers)

(giggles)

(yawns)

- Sit down and have some breakfast, dad.

- Hello dear, did you sleep well?

- Fine.

- Oh my.

- Oh!

Oh, just my luck- mm.

- Look at this dad, it's got to mean something.

We should ask Urobe.

- Oh, it's just an old coin.

- Well, not an ordinary coin.

This could be a message from the gods.

Come on, dad.

This could be important.

- Ah.

(happy music)

- Ah, Halvar.

So, you found ...

- Dad found a strange coin in his food.

We think it might be some sort of

message from the gods.

- Ah. Aha! Yes. Mmm. Oh.

- Get on with it.

Uh, yes, mmm. It's a- it's a charm.

- Yes ... but what sort of charm?

- Oh, yes of course.

A good luck charm.

- And.

- Oh, and it's a charm that comes from the gods.

It will bring its bearer, um ...

- Success and happiness?

- Yes! Exactly that.

- Can it be?

Have the gods smiled on me at last?

Hmm.

- Now that you've got that lucky coin,

you can do anything.

- Has my luck really changed,

is this real, Vickie?

- I'm sure it has, you could put your hand

in a water barrel and pull out

a fish for supper.

Come on, dad, break the lid.

- It's true! It's really true!

My luck has changed.

(laughs)

There's no way I'm going to lose today.

I am Halvar, Chief of this Village.

If anybody dares to challenge my right to rule,

let him step forward now.

(spooky music)

- Shoo!

(quacks)

- I, Thorold Treetrunk, Fierce Tormentor of this Land,

take up your challenge.

- Agreed.

Three throws.

The one who throws is furthest wins.

Let the contest commence.

- Oh dear ... three, two, one ... throw!

Thorold!

- [Crowd] Oh no. Mmm. Oh no.

Thorold!

[Crowd] Mm. Oh no.

- Oh, dear.

(quacks)

- Ow!

- [Crowd] Ah!

- Halvar wins!

- Huh? Hmm? (grunts)

- Hooray!

- [Crowd Chanting] Halvar's got muscle, he's got meat!

Halvar's our leader, he's our chief,

Halvar's our leader, he's our chief!

Yay!

(laughs)

(peaceful music)

- Dad, mom says it's time to come home.

- Vickie, you won't believe how my luck

has changed since I found this lucky,

oh, no! Oh, no!

Oh, this is the wort thing

that could ever happen!

I've got to find that coin, Vic,

or I'll be cursed!

(sighs)

Aha!

The gods are still watching over me.

I'm the luckiest Viking!