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(horns music)

♫ Here's Vic the Viking

(upbeat music)

♫ Sailing the seas, it's Vic the Viking

♫ Pull up, my dears, it's Vic the Viking

♫ Say, won't you take his picture please

♫ Here's Vic the Viking

♫ With new adventures, Vic the Viking

♫ Bet on that then, it's Vic the Viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Bring every enemy to his knees.

♫ Vic the Viking.

(ukelele music and whistling)

(fanfare)

♫ Lalalalala!

♫ While the village is calm!

♫ The vikings are working hard

♫ Calluses on their palm

♫ Listening to the voice of their heart

- Can you stop that ruckus?

The crew can't hear themselves thinking.

- On the contrary, Chief, my music provides

the best environment for a safe and peaceful workplace.

♫ On the eve of leaving Flake

(bang)

- Oww!

- Ooh!

(harp strums)

- Give me that!

Now, you get off this Drakkar this instant

before you make it sink!

- But Chief, I...

Ooh!

(ominous music)

I'll show them I can find an audience worthy of my talent!

♫ Once upon a time in the village of Flake,

♫ There was a misunderstood singer

♫ Who with pride and without a shake...

(woman sighs)

♫stood up for his art like a

(muffled singing)

♫ He only had for weapon his own voice

♫ He was not brave

♫ He was not smart

♫ He only had for weapon his own voice

♫ But he brought joy

- [Crowd] Be quiet, be quiet.

- That's enough Ulme, you made your point.

You can defeat a hole village all by yourself.

You're a great warrior.

- Well that was not at all what my point was.

- Dad, dad,

a bear!

- Oh

(crowd screams)

(bear growls)

(comedic music)

- I think we're safe here.

- Dad, we can't Ulme there alone.

- Halvar, you can't let this bear take our village.

Do you think we'll be able to get back.

- Of course we will.

The best thing is for all of you to settle here

for the moment while me and my men

go back and scare the bear out of the village.

And save Ulme.

(comedic music)

(bear growls)

- (sigh) Well, we're all in the middle of a crisis

and Ulme's playing cheerful music.

How inconsiderate.

Ulme do you really think...

(bear growls)

- No, no, no.

♫You're a good bear.

♫ You shouldn't eat me.

(cheerful music)

♫ Please don't come closer.

♫ I'm not edible.

- He likes Ulme's voice and music.

I think it's why it came into the village.

(bear growls)

♫ Oh what a beautiful bear.

- Exactly, it's all Ulme's fault.

- Ahhhh.

- That bear is going to stay until there's no food left

in the entire village.

- Well we can't let it have all our food.

Right Halvar?

- Of course not, we'll scare it away.

Vicky, you stay here until it's safe, okay.

Who's with me?

- Ulme doesn't seem to be in that much danger.

- And this clearing could be pretty cozy.

- Maybe I should eat something before we go.

- [Erik] Daddy, daddy.

- Erik, what are you doing?

- I was just sleeping with corks in my ears.

With corks in my ears to block out Ulme's horrid songs.

Where's mommy?

Can you come and get me?

- I'll be there in a second Erik.

(bear growls)

- Oh, not my stew too.

- Daddy, daddy.

- Stay, stay in the house, Erik.

You'll catch a cold.

I'll be there soon and we'll play together, okay?

- It's not safe for you to go.

And it's not safe for your son to move right now.

- Ouch.

Gambio and speed it stung me.

Then I'm gonna be as ugly as Tjure.

- Dad I have an idea.

The bear is hungry.

- Oh, me too!

- We could give it some honey

and lead it out of the village.

What we need is a beehive.

- Good idea son.

So...

- Oh, I can't go, I'm allergic to bees.

And I have to watch over Erik.

- Okay, I'll go. (sigh)

(cheerful music)

(yells)

(yells)

(beehive rattles)

(bear growls)

(bear sniffs)

(cheerful music)

(group sighs)

- Are you coming yet daddy?

You promised to play with me.

Can I come out now dad?

- Daddy has to work a bit more before he can come, Erik.

- I wanna go in the woods.

I wanna see mommy.

- Erik, she's gone to collect berries.

She'll be back soon.

- No, I wanna see her now.

♫ La la la la

- [Crowd] Be quiet.

♫ I am free

♫ I am saved

♫ Flake has been spared

♫ The bear is gone

♫ The bear is gone

(bear growls)

(Erik screams)

- Erik!

We need to save him now.

We need to save him.

- Hmmmm

aha!

We're going to save Erik from the bear.

And you and Ulme are going to help.

- What about me?

(upbeat music)

They abandoned the village and me.

I can't believe it.

- Perfect timing.

We need to do it now.

(bear snores)

- This is too dangerous Vic.

I'll do it.

- You have to be nice to Ulme this time.

- Haha, Vicky, I know how to talk to Ulme.

Believe me he'll help.

Ulme, I might have been a bit harsh earlier.

But now I need your help to get this bear out of Flake

and save Tjure's son Erik.

- Oh, now you need me.

After insulting my talent and abandoning me here for hours.

- (sighs) You are a great warrior Ulme

and a feisty Viking.

- Flattery won't get you anywhere.

I will help you as soon as you have apologized.

- Apologize?

(moans)

Alright, I'm sorry.

- Hmmmm, so, how can I help?

(sneaky music)

♫ Little bear, little bear

♫ Follow me, follow me

♫ We don't want to harm you

♫ We just want to send you

♫ Back to the woods

♫ Back to the woods

♫ Little bear, little bear

♫ Follow me

♫ We don't want to harm you

♫ We just want to send you

♫ Back to the woods

♫ Back to the woods

(Ulme screams)

Let me out!

Help me, it's going to devour me.

- Now let's release this music loving bear

far into the woods.

- Thank you for your help Ulme.

You truly are a feisty Viking.

- And you deserve a reward for helping us.

- A reward?

Anything I want?

- Anything.

♫ At last the strong and feisty Viking

♫ Whose name was Ulme

♫ A true hero

♫ Led the beast out of the village of Flake

♫ And should always be remembered for it

- Bravo Ulme, yay!

- Yay Ulme, beautiful.

(crowd claps)

- Thank you Halvar.

I'm so happy everyone could enjoy my songs quietly for once.

- What did you say?

- I said...

- The corks were the only way they would attend Ulme.

Your singing is so beautiful

that it brings audiences to tears.

And I knew you wouldn't want everyone to cry.

- Ahh Vicky, the beauty of my art

can certainly hurt unprepared ears.

- That's for sure. (laughs)

(whistle music)