Original subtitles

♫ He's Vic the Viking

♫ Sailing the seas

♫ He's Vic the Viking

♫ Full of ideas

♫ He's Vic the Viking

♫ Say won't you take his picture please

♫ He's the Vic the Viking

♫ With new adventures

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Grand old adventures

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Bring every enemy to it's knees.

♫ Vic the Viking

(upbeat music)

(whimpering)

- No!

- It's gonna be okay Faxe.

Is there nothing we can do to ease his tummy ache?

- He needs more help than I can give him.

If I'm not mistaken my old friend Eboru

has retired on the nearby island over there.

He's a powerful druid,

I'm sure that he will have a cure for Faxe.

- Hard to starboard vikings.

To the druid's island.

(comical upbeat music)

- Huh?

- Keep up Vic, we have a long climb to the druid's cave.

- This shipwrecked sailor lost his buckle.

(evil laughter)

- Now Loki, god of tricks,

help me find a boat to get off this island and I'll...

(door knocks)

Oh that was quick.

(vikings panting)

Just a minute.

(evil laughter)

Yes?

- Huh?

- We're looking for the ancient druid Eboru.

- Oh, he had to take a sudden trip away.

- When will he back?

I have a sick crewman on my boat.

- Your boat?

I'm his student, I'll get my things.

- Hmmm.

(Elsenor groaning)

- Are they all your remedies?

- Of course not, just a second.

- How does know what to bring, without asking what's wrong?

- Have your men bring my chest and hurry.

There's no time to lose.

(dramatic music)

(muffled screaming)

(comical upbeat music)

This will do perfectly.

(Elsenor grunts)

(Faxe whimpers)

(belly squeaks)

(belly rumbles)

Yes, yes.

- What cure you going to use?

- Ah.

(laughs)

(screams)

- Powdered poison ivy.

Would you really cure a tummy ache with that?

- Oh, I apologize.

In his old age, I guess my mentor is getting unreliable.

He must have mislabeled the jar.

(thoughtfully groans)

I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do.

(gasps)

I meant there's nothing I can do here.

The cure I need for your shipmate is not on this island.

We met set sail immediately before it's too late.

This way.

Set course, man the oars, hoist the sails.

(Faxe whimpering)

- My tummy really aches Vic.

- You're gonna be okay, Faxe.

Very soon, I promise.

Huh?

Hmmm?

The missing buckle.

(Elsenor clears throat)

(water splashing)

- If you keep poking your nose in my affairs

I will not cure your friend, is that clear?

(Vic gulps)

(Faxe whimpers)

There, that's our destination.

- Where?

- There.

Your friend will get the cure he needs soon.

(cheering)

(seagull cawing)

(screaming)

- Shoo!

Shoo!

(screaming)

(wood splintering)

- [Urobe] By Odin not again.

- He's going to break this nice barrel

if he keeps doing that.

- Papa.

While we're sailing to the island.

Why don't you ask Elsenor to cure Gorme

of always being so distracted and sleepy.

- What an excellent idea Vic.

- It would be but a druids magic is a secret thing.

I'd need a very private place.

- By all means.

(dramatic music)

- This way.

- Forget something.

(laughs)

Close your eyes and stand very still.

No peaking.

Oh.

(frightened mumbling)

(screams)

(whimpers)

- There's a whale's water spout off the starboard bow!

(whimpering)

And some clouds gathering to the north!

(moans)

I can see some dolphins too.

(moans)

And we're getting very close to that little rocky island!

- Well done for bringing us this wonderful druid Urobe.

(evil laughter)

- I need as much of this rare seaweed as possible

to make a healing soup for your friend.

(gasps)

- First one to fill his helmet with seaweed wins a prize.

(cheering)

- I'll stay to look after Faxe.

(whimpers)

- I'm so itchy.

(Faxe moans)

- Faxe seems to be getting worse.

You might need Gorme here.

The rest of us will be as quick as we can.

(grunts angrily)

(comical upbeat music)

(Gorme whimpers)

- Would you like me to show you a trick

to help take your mind off the itching.

- Huh?

- The prize is mine!

Vikings!

I'm the best seaweed collector of all!

(screams)

(laughing)

- You mean the best seaweed dropper!

(screams)

- Quickly men, they think we're here to raid their nests.

It's on top of the rock.

(screaming)

(whimpering)

- Dad!

- Huh?

- [Vic] Dad!

- Come back with my son and my boat,

that's an order!

- Get back here!

(dramatic music)

(Faxe whimpers)

(evil laughter)

(Gorme moaning)

- Do you think you could rub your itchy back up and down

instead of side to side.

- Uh huh.

(whimpers)

- Uh, Chief.

The tide is coming in.

- Oh who cares.

How are we going to get Vic back

and cure Faxe and save Gorme?

- But it's coming in really, really fast!

- Oh.

(screams)

- Hmm.

Aha!

Gorme (whispers)

(Gorme squeaks unintelligbly)

- I think I've finally got the point of your trick Elsenor.

But the itch is still here.

I think you'll have to find something else.

- Get back.

Unless you want your itching to get much worse.

I'll do it.

Get back.

Where is that boy?

(upbeat adventure music)

- I'm here.

Do you think you can catch us both?

- Just watch me.

(screams)

(screaming and moaning)

(moaning)

- Let me get on top, you know I can't swim.

- But I was here first.

Oh, yuck.

(laughs)

- Oh.

- [Vic] Do you need help (laughs)?

(cheering)

- Thank you and I am glad

you caught that sneaky con artist of a pirate.

- He will get the punishment he deserves.

- Sorry druid Eboru, but can you help our friend Faxe?

He's still very sick.

- But of course young man.

Just let me grab what I need, yes.

(groans)

- Shouldn't he feel better?

- Doesn't he?

(belly gurgles)

- I think I'm...

Hungry.

(cheering)

Yeah.

- Oh thank you.

- You're very welcome.

(Elsenor groaning)

- What are you going to do with him?

- Well he wanted to leave this island didn't he?

- Goodbye.

- Have fun!

- Don't get wet!

(laughter)

- No!

This isn't fair!

- Be thankful we bought your boat

and the means to repair it.

- But you better start working if you wanna beat the tide!

(laughs)

(Elesenor grunting)

- No, no, no!

(vikings laughing)