Original subtitles

(horn hums)

♫ 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

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Battle the dangers, Vic the Viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Bring every enemy to his knees

♫ Vic the Viking

(bright music)

(guitar strums)

(light music)

- Hurry, vikings, the next village and

its riches are near.

- All this walking is hot and thirsty work.

- All this walking is making my feet ache.

(groans)

Oh stop it.

- All this complaining is making my head ache.

- Trust me, my incredible vikings.

It will all be worth it.

We will find all the water you can drink.

And the treasures of Andalusia are legendary.

(chuckles)

It's said that this land is so rich

that even the Spaniard's teeth glow like

silver in the sunlight.

- Well his horns do look shiny.

(growls)

(guitar strums)

- Oh no.

- We've got to go back.

- How can we pass?

- Maybe we should just go around him quietly.

- Vic is right.

Shh.

Vikings, off to the village we go.

(light music)

- Stop doodling.

- Stop pushing.

I told you my feet are sore.

- Just get out of the way.

- Get off of me.

- I just want to get past you.

- I told you to wait.

- Look, I really need to get ahead of you.

You're driving me crazy.

(growls)

(screams)

(panting)

(Spanish guitar music)

- Vic, you stay here.

(pants)

(screams)

(light music)

(screams)

(screams)

(growls)

(gasps)

(Spanish guitar music)

- Hola, fellow torro lovers.

- Fellow torro lovers?

- Well, you're wearing the hats, see?

- Huh?

- I am Rodrigo.

I have lost my little amigo.

I turned my back for just a moment and he is gone.

Torro is always looking for the freshest, greenest grass.

- That little amigo?

(screams)

- Ay caramba!

Torro, no!

(gasps)

(pants)

(growls)

Woah, no!

Ay!

(groans)

- Ooh, ow, ooh, ah.

(growls)

(pants)

- Stop running.

It's your movement that makes the torro loco.

(groans)

- Stop and the bull will stop.

(pants)

(light music)

(sighs)

(sighs)

- Now that's a sore foot.

- How can we repay you, Rodrigo, our new Andalusian friend?

- I do need to get my torro to the well nearby.

There has been no rain for days and he

has had nothing to drink.

- We could get some water for us at the

same time, couldn't we, dad?

- Of course.

And in the meantime we will take you back

to our drakkar where our shipmate, Urobe, can

look after your sore foot.

- Gracias, amigos.

Look, Torro, what a nice ship our new friends have.

(growls)

Oh, easy, Torro.

It's the flag.

You know Torro is very attracted to anything which moves.

(neighs)

- I am Gaudio, Grand Gaucho, and you are on my land.

- I am Halvar, viking of Flake and we were

just helping our friend take his bull to the well.

(laughs)

- My well.

So now I take the torro back to my hacienda.

- But he's not yours.

- Oh yes he is.

Everything on my land is mine.

Now go back to your.

Oh, nice ship.

Go back before you cannot go back at all.

(Spanish guitar strums)

- You will not take this bull.

Not while we are here.

(growls)

- Very well then.

You may pass with my blessing.

Just this once.

Gauchos.

- Ay.

- Now, Tjure and Snorre will take the

bull to the well while we take Rodrigo to

see Urobe.

- Now with a little rest, some cold compressors,

you should be fine.

- You are truly wonderful friends.

I thought for sure Gaudio would take Torro.

- He's not very nice.

- Gaudio?

He is the meanest, nastiest gaucho in all of Andalusia.

- Halvar, Halvar.

Gaudio and his men cut off as we were

coming back from the well and took Rodrigo's bull.

- I must get him back.

(groans)

- [Urobe] Wait, your foot, you cannot go.

- Unless we go with him.

(Spanish guitar strums)

- Are you sure this is a good idea?

- This villain stole our friend's bull

so we shall take him back.

♫ Mi mi mi

♫ Mi mi mi

(groans)

(applauds)

- Gracias, gracias, no really.

(chuckles)

You are too much.

(chuckles)

Enough.

You lazy mules, put down your torro into

the field and we ride.

(Spanish guitar music)

- So here is the plan.

I'll go for the bull.

Rodrigo will lasso him and we will be gone

before these gauchos return.

Agreed?

- But Rodrigo can't.

- Amigo.

My foot.

- Huh?

Woah.

(screams)

(gasps)

- Thief.

Did you really think I would not see you?

I am Gaudio, the greatest gaucho of them all.

You steal my bull

(chuckles)

I don't think so.

Now you will go to jail.

Gauchos.

- No, please, don't take him away.

We'll trade you for him.

Anything.

We can go back to our drakkar and--

- Ah, your boat.

Si, we can trade for that.

- Forget it.

We will never give you our precious ship.

- Well perhaps we could have a little fun then.

What do you think about a small bet?

Don't worry, I am a fair man.

A simple race.

You and the torro to the end of the field.

If you win you're free to sail the world.

If you lose, your boat belongs to me and

you all remain here.

(gasps)

I will even give you the headstart unless

of course you do not have the courage, huh?

- Not the courage?

Me?

Let us race!

(gasps)

- [Gorme] Do try not to get hurt.

You might not be able to outrun the bull,

but you don't have to be run over by him.

- Do you think I'll like being a gaucho?

(Spanish guitar strums)

- Okay, Torro, just remember he is our amigo.

He doesn't want to stir you up so

go easy on him, si?

- Stir up?

Hm.

That's it.

I have to get back to the drakkar.

(Spanish guitar strums)

(whispers)

- Take your position, viking.

(growls)

First to the end of the field.

Go.

(chuckles)

(growls)

(chuckles)

- Oh!

- Now, dad!

(growls)

(chuckles)

- [All] Yay!

(growls)

Yay!

- Vic, my dearest boy.

- Swindler.

Cheat.

You win nothing.

The torro, your boat, all of you belong to me.

Seize them.

(groans)

Gauchos.

You worthless horse hooves.

- I think we have to talk, Gaudio.

- Help me.

Oh.

Maybe it was all just a big misunderstanding.

- Maybe you're a tyrant.

Maybe your people would be better off

if we bartered you to the Northern Barbarians.

- Oh mercy.

Please don't take me away.

- What say you our find Andalusian friend?

- Do you promise to leave free access

to the water for all?

- [Gaudio] Si, si, anything.

- I say let him go.

Let them all go.

As for you, you're free to go.

I'm sure you can find a better place to stay.

- Let me walk you back to this cute house of yours.

You wouldn't have a spare chest of gold?

(laughs)

- Now who's for a drink of fresh water at the well?

- [All] Yay.

- I cannot thank you enough for all you have done.

- We should be thanking you.

We came to your land looking for water and

treasure and we found the best treasure of all.

A new friend.

- Well, as my torro and I cannot come with you.

You must take some of the wonders of Andalusia home.

- What's in them?

- Toothpaste and deodorant.

(gasps)

Gorme, no, that's the deodorant.

(coughs)

(laughs)

- [Rodrigo] Goodbye, my friends.

- Goodbye.

- [Vic] Bye bye, Rodrigo.

Hope to see you again.

(laughs)