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(upbeat 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 his picture please

♫ He's Vic the Viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ With new adventures, Vic the Viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Right on adventures, Vic the Viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Bring every enemy to his knees

♫ Vic the Viking

(upbeat music)

(tense music)

- (laughs) Once again we escaped those pirates.

We'll anchor here and get fresh water

before going on fishing.

Son, can you get up on the cliff with Faxe

and keep an eye out for Sven for me?

Be careful, he might still be around somewhere.

- Come on, Faxe, race you to the top.

Last one there is a rotten albatross egg!

(pirates grunting)

(comical music)

- What?

Oh, move out of the way, you sea urchin.

- No sign of the vikings anywhere.

- They're here abouts somewhere.

I can feel it in my herring.

I'll make Halvar think I've given up,

then I'll spring the trap.

Prepare to sail.

(yelling)

For now.

(Faxe breathing heavily)

(upbeat music)

- (gasps) Oh, they're going.

Oh, we're safe.

(Faxe sighs)

(rock rumbling)

Look out!

(Faxe yelling)

(loud thudding) (metal springing)

Faxe, are you alright?

(whale screeching)

Faxe look, this baby whale's stuck on the sand.

We have to help him swim back out to sea.

- Oh.

(Vic grunting)

It's okay, Faxe will help you.

(upbeat music)

Swim safe, little one.

(whale squeals)

(laughing)

Isn't it cute?

I think he likes me.

That would be the perfect pet, Vic.

He could come on expedition with us everywhere.

I think I'll keep him.

(whale squealing)

- Whales need to live with other whales, Faxe,

not on viking ships with vikings.

Come on, let's get back and tell Dad about Sven.

(Faxe whimpers)

(whale squeals)

(sad music)

(whale squeals)

- Ha ha, how do you like that?

We gave Sven the slip big time.

No sign of the pirates, eh Gorme?

- I'm looking out, but there are no,

ah, get away you sill bird, I'm trying

to keep an eye out for pirates.

(bird screeches)

Ah!

- Ow!

What did you hit me for?

- Huh, wha?

- Cut the squabbling and start fishing.

For tonight we will dine on--

- Sven!

- Sven, why would we want to eat,

Sven!

Gorme!

- Uh oh.

- Ha, prepare to taste my steel Vikings (laughs).

- Get ready to fight!

(vikings yelling)

- I've got a better idea, into the fog, quick!

(mysterious music)

(shushing)

- [Sven] Do, pickle me bunions and boil them in butter.

They could be anywhere in this fog.

Let's be gone, we got bigger fish to fry.

- [Vic] All clear, no sign of Sven.

- Great Odin's beard, that was closer than a bear hug.

(loud thudding) (vikings shouting)

We've struck a rock.

Keep your eyes peeled up there.

- I'm looking out far but there are no rocks anywhere.

(loud thudding)

(Gorme yelling)

Ow!

- What in Valhalla's sauna?

(whale squealing)

- It's the whale that Faxe saved!

- Huh, it is?

It's back!

Hey, yoo-hoo!

What do you want little whale?

Ooh!

- (laughs) I think it wants to play.

(laughing)

- Peekaboo!

(whale squealing)

(vikings grunting)

Peekaboo!

Peekaboo!

(grunting)

(wailing)

Peekaboo!

- Isn't it cute?

- No, it's not.

By my broadsword, how long will this go on?

- Fear not, Halvar.

I have consulted the runes.

They say--

(loud thudding)

They say the whale will be bored soon enough

and then be on its way.

- Peekaboo!

- Ah ha!

(whale squealing)

- [Faxe] Peekaboo!

(loud thudding)

- Enough playing!

That whale's keeping the fish away,

and he's going to put a whole in the drakkar

if he keeps on hitting it.

So unless you like swimming, find a way to get rid of it.

- Oh.

Here whale.

Here boy, get the tasty fish. (grunts)

(metal clanging)

(whale squealing)

- Look, a pod of whales.

We'll let them take care of the baby.

(whale clicking sadly)

- And be good.

And don't play with sharks.

(sniffs) I'll always remember you.

Don't forget to write.

(sniffing)

- Don't be sad, Faxe.

It's for the best.

He was born to be a whale, not a viking.

I know, you're right.

Huh?

Look, it's Sven!

- Mmm.

To you oars, men!

- Whales!

- Ah, supper at last.

Blubber waits for no oaf, as they say.

Try not to lose them like you did those--

- Vikings!

They're off the star porty bow!

- Change course for the viking drakkar.

We'll destroy Halvar's ship first,

then come back for the whales later.

(tense music)

- He's heading straight for us.

- Prepare to fight, men!

This is the perfect time to show Thor

how valiant we all are.

(pirates yelling)

Get your swords and shields ready!

Up against the gunnels!

- Hmm.

Ah ha, there's one way to beat Sven, little pops.

- How?

- I'll explain as we go.

But first, we need to change course.

All hands to Faxe.

Let's get him up into the crow's nest.

(vikings gasp)

(triumphant music)

- Something's not right.

They changed course.

They're sailing straight at us.

- (growls) They're coming to surrender.

Looks like we'll be eating blubber sooner than we planned.

- Keep going this way, little pops.

We'll soon be ready.

- (laughs) Surrender, you scurvy bunch of viking flotsam,

and I might spare your lives.

But probably not. (laughs)

- Peekaboo!

(whale squeals)

(loud thudding)

- What was that?

- Now everybody play.

- [Vikings] Peekaboo!

- [Pirates] Oh!

(whales squeal)

(pirates yelling)

- [Vikings] Peekaboo!

(whales squeal)

- What sorcery is this?

- And again.

- [Vikings] Peekaboo!

(loud thudding)

- They're using the whales to fight for them.

- Captain, may I suggest we retreat or our ship

will be smashed to pieces.

- Retreat?

Never.

A pirate never gives up.

- [Vikings] Peekaboo!

(pirates yelling)

- Might I suggest in the interest of living,

instead of retreating, perhaps a tactical withdrawal?

(pirates groaning)

(metal clanging)

- A tactic withdrawal it is.

Man the oars.

This isn't the last you'll see of me, Halvar!

Go, you scurvy hounds!

(pirates grunt)

(Vikings cheer)

(pirates grunt)

- Look, whales!

- Oh, fear not, Gorme.

We know all about the whales.

- But they're heading straight for us!

(vikings gasp)

(baby whale squealing)

(vikings laughing)

- This is the best fishing trip we've ever had.

You can thank your friends, Faxe.

- With this wind at our back, we'll be home

in Flake in no time.

- And now, listen to my latest song,

a song to celebrate the day when the vikings

joined forces with the whales to defeat the pirate Sven.

(off-key singing)

- Great Odin's eardrums, that's the most horrible song

I've ever heard.

(whales squealing)

- (laughs) You might hate it, but the whales

seem to love it.

(off-key singing)

(upbeat music)