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(horn toots)

♫ 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 the Vic the Viking Vic the Viking

♫ With new adventures Vic the Viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Ride on their ventures Vic the Viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Bring every enemy to his knees

♫ Vic the Viking

(playful instrumental music) (gull caws)

- (gasps) Shh!

(men laugh) - Right!

- Weapons ready, men.

The people of Ireland are known for being fierce warriors.

- I'm going to make mincemeat out of you today, Seamus.

I can feel it, I can.

- Not if I knock you off your feet first, Fergus!

(rhythmic music) (feet tap)

(Halvar laughs)

(group laughs)

- I can see you're not from our shores.

I'm keepin' my dance skills sharp with Seamus,

my second in charge.

This is usually how we settle our differences around here.

You're welcome to attend, but no more outbursts,

or there'll be trouble.

- We're sorry, we didn't mean to interrupt.

- Yes, that's right.

You heard the Irishmen, no more laughing.

(birds chirp)

(rhythmic music)

(group laughs)

- Enough!

You've made a mockery of our ritual.

And you'll pay for your insult!

- Oh.

- Fetch me the jewel or pay the penalty.

- As you wish, Irishman!

(Vic gasps)

- (laughs) We don't do things like that around here, Viking.

This dual will be in the dance arena.

- (laughs) I'll leave the ridiculous dancing

to you and your people.

Come on, men. (growls)

- We'd be very glad to honor your tradition,

but Chief Halvar will need some time

to prepare for the jewel.

- Hm, a reasonable request, boy.

But we need some assurance that you're insolent leader

will honor his side of the bargain.

They'll do.

- Oh.

- Watch them while we're gone, Seamus.

We'll be back in two hours with your men.

Prepare to dance like you've never danced before.

- How about you show us what you can do, Dad.

- Fine.

Ulme, give me a beat.

(Ulme hums) (drum taps)

Right, okay, dancing, right.

(group claps rhythmically)

There, see?

I can dance.

- Uh, I don't think that's gonna be enough to beat Fergus.

- Bah, Vikings don't dance!

They fight!

- I'd reconsider your attitude if I were you.

You wouldn't be the first to be thrown in the dungeon

for refusing a dance duel with Chieftain Fergus.

- No, you can't be serious! - The dungeon!

- What?

- (growls) Come on, Ulme.

I need some training, now.

(gentle instrumental music)

- First, we need to loosen up those legs.

Each of you, grab one end.

Halvar, climb on.

(Halvar groans)

Vic, Faxe, let go.

(water splashes)

(water splashes)

(bell dings)

(water splashes)

(group cheers)

Okay, Chief.

Relax, and remember what we said in training.

Business up top, party down the bottom.

- Come on, Dad.

Back like a tree trunk.

(uptempo violin music)

(Halvar groans)

- I cannot!

- Enough!

You insult our proud traditions

by refusing to rise to the challenge!

I'll give you some time to think about what you've done

in the dungeon!

- I'm sorry, Vic.

I don't know what happened.

I've never backed down from a challenge in my life.

- Don't be too hard on yourself, Dad.

You're the one who taught me

that a Viking never gives up.

- Yeah, you're right, son.

We have to find a way out of here.

Hm, any ideas on how?

- What is that stuff?

It burns very well.

- Oh that, it's dried peat.

If only it could smell better.

- (giggles) Seamus, could you show us how you dance again?

We were all very impressed by your moves.

- Well, well, I suppose I could demonstrate a little

of what I know.

(Ulme pounds rhythmically) (rhythmic flute music)

(group gasps in amazement)

- Oh, that's very good.

(Seamus hums)

- [Vikings] Faster, faster, faster, faster,

faster, faster, faster, faster, faster,

faster, faster, faster, faster!

(Seamus snores)

(suspenseful music)

- That's the way, good boy,

get it just a little bit further,

a little bit further, oh, very good.

- [Ulme] Oh yeah, now got his keys.

- [Faxe] That's it, that's it.

- Mm, only two guards, but they are armed.

We'll have to take our chances.

- I don't think that's a good idea, Dad.

If they guards raise the alarm,

that beach will be swarming with Irish in no time.

- So do you have a better idea?

- First up, brainless barbarians.

- Halt, sure what's goin' on here?

- Fergus ordered these Vikings banished from the land.

- Oh really?

He'd have a strange accent.

Are you form one of the hill clans?

Which village?

- Um, eh, Bogwater.

- Oh, really, to be sure, my cousin Timon is from Bogwater.

You must know him.

- Oh yes, good old Timon.

Yes, we go way back, but I can't stand around and chat,

I have to get these Vikings back on the ship

as Fergus commanded.

Into the boat, Viking scum!

- Who are you calling Viking scum?

You--

(Snorre giggles)

- These Vikings can certainly be insolent.

Into the boat so you can be banished

from these lands forever, barbarian!

- Barbarian?

You're just a Viking in Irish clothing.

(Snorre giggles)

- You're not goin' anywhere!

- You'll regret this, Fergus.

My men on the drakkar will be here any minute to rescue us.

- (laughs) You mean this old fool and his sleepy lookout?

- Hello, everyone!

(Halvar groans)

- Take a look at your precious drakkar, Viking.

(dramatic music)

- You wouldn't!

- Perhaps now you'll understand how it feels

to have a thing you love mocked.

However, I'm not an unforgiving man.

If you apologize for your insult and plead for mercy,

I might reconsider.

- Never!

A Viking never backs down.

- Um, Halvar, maybe just this once

it might be a good idea if we did back down.

- Hm.

- [Fergus] Choose your next words carefully, Viking.

- Halvar, come on! - Oh, please, please!

- Think of the drakkar!

- Aha!

I challenge you to a dance off, Fergus.

If I win, you set us free!

- (laughs) You had your chance, little Viking,

and you're champion failed you.

Why would I let a little boy like you

face me in the dance arena?

- Because I can offer you something

that will win you every dance dual from now on

and make you the most famous Irish dancer in all the land.

- Very well.

I'll face you in the arena, but if you lose,

the drakkar burns.

(Vikings gasp)

- Agreed.

(Vikings gasp)

But, I have one request.

The quiver of arrows that your guard is carrying

and some tools for my carpenter.

(hammer pounds) (gentle instrumental music)

(uptempo instrumental music)

(group cheers) - Oh, very nice.

- Show me what you've got, Viking boy.

- Come on, Vic! - All right, Vic!

- You can do it!

(uptempo instrumental music) (metal scraps)

(Vikings gasp in amazement)

- Hooray! (group cheers)

- I have to hand it to you, little Viking.

In all my years of dancing,

I've never seen anything so magnificent!

- [Vikings] Hooray!

- To recognize your victory

and the fact that you've honored our noble custom,

we'd like to offer you a parting gift.

Seamus.

- Thanks, Fergus.

You're not goin' home empty handed, it's peat!

Excellent for your furnace or campfire.

Burns for centuries.

We've loaded up your drakkar with a mound of the stuff.

- Thank you for your gift

and sharing your traditions with us.

- Couldn't have said it better myself.

- And these are for you.

- I can't wait to show them off

to the hill clan chieftains.

Thank you, little Viking.

- [Snorre] You said you would sit

near the stinking Irish dirt pile.

- I distinctly remember you saying

that you liked the smell of that stuff.

- Mm-mm, let's settle this the Irish way.

- All right.

(uptempo violin music)

- See, Vikings do dance, Dad!

(Halvar laughs)

- [Halvar] You're right, my son.

But they should probably stick to pillaging.

(Vikings laugh)