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 us with you please

♫ He's the Vic the Viking

♫ With new adventures

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Grand old adventures

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Bring every enemy to his knees.

♫ Vic the Viking

(upbeat music)

(dramatic Arabian music)

(door rumbling)

(lantern rattling)

(gasps)

- Ali Baba's beard, who dares wake me from my slumber?

Speak sand beetle.

What are your three wishes.

(gulps)

- Three wishes?

- Yes three wishes.

And those three wishes

would change the young warriors life forever.

(gasps)

- But what did he wish for?

- (laughs) well that would be telling.

It's Arabic tradition to finish the story tomorrow night.

- Oh.

- Well it's viking tradition to plunder and pillage.

Two weeks in this sandbox and not a dried fig between us.

- I wish you'd all close your clams

so I can get some sleep.

Ow.

(gasps)

- Oh ah.

- Finders keepers.

- Hands off squid fingers.

- Too slow sand turtle.

- Huh?

(laughs)

- Oh, help me.

I'm the genie trapped in the lamp.

- Hey, Snorre's throwing his voice.

(laughter)

- Oh.

(laughs)

- [Sabu] Help me!

(screams)

Help me!

- There is a genie, I must have released him.

- Help me.

Please.

(screaming)

- That's not a genie.

(laughs)

- Never fear brave vikings.

Our genie is just a beggar.

Ow.

- Beggar?

How dare you.

I am the great Caliph Sabu of the Fatimead Empire.

King of Kings, Ruler of the Desert Sands.

(laughter)

- Oh sure and I'm Princess Helgar of Sweden.

- Would a beggar carry gold in his pockets?

- Oh.

- My evil Vizier, Harun tricked me into dressing as a beggar

to mingle with my people.

Then he had me kicked out of my own palace.

- Unforgivable.

- There's more where this came from.

Help me, help me get my crown back from Harun

and I will shower you and your fierce warriors in gold.

- Look papa.

It's him.

- Where is this palace your, um, majesty?

- Just over those dunes.

(upbeat Arabian music)

(door knocking)

- Step aside guards.

It is I, Caliph Sabu, returned from the wilderness.

- Where's your scepter majesty?

Caliph Sabu would never be seen without his scepter.

Do you have it with you?

(sighs)

(laughing)

- Don't you mollusc brains recognize your own King?

(coughing)

- If I could just access my apartment and get my scepter

and royal clothes then everyone would recognize me.

(Faxe munching)

- Maybe if we disguise ourselves as date merchants,

they'll let us inside the palace?

- No, no, no.

The Vizier won't let anyone in, except

there is one thing the palace needs.

Since the mice plague scared away the royal Harum.

- Ooh, lot's of new little friends.

- Let me guess, the palace needs mice catchers?

- Not exactly.

(door knocking)

- Open up, I bring new ladies

for the Caliph's Harum.

(sensual Arabian music)

- Oh, such exotic beauties.

- Yes, they're pearls of the North.

These brave ladies aren't afraid of a few mice.

- This way.

- After you ma'am.

(sensual Arabian music)

- Pardon.

- Excuse me.

- Oh, pardon me.

- Thank you Gentleman.

- There you go.

- They've gone.

- But they've locked the door.

(mouse squeaking)

(screams)

- Hello my furry little friend.

Are you hungry?

- Stop feeding that rodent and help us find a way out.

(dramatic music)

(sensual Arabian music)

- Excellent work guard.

I need some dancers.

- Huh, dancers?

- I'm being crowned the new Caliph tonight

and I need my Harum full of dancers for the occasion.

- But what about

(clears throat)

But what about Caliph Sabu?

(laughs)

- That little rats taken a permanent desert vacation.

- Vic we must, ooh.

- Dance my beauties, dance.

(upbeat Arabian music)

An unusual routine.

Where did you find such exotic women guard?

- It's Princess Helgar and the Nightingales.

A famous dance troupe from Stockholm.

(upbeat Arabian music)

- Huh?

Sabu.

- Oh, it's a man!

(screams)

(screaming)

- Come back my precious.

- After that impostor.

(screaming)

You're trapped beggar.

Come out and I'll be merciful, maybe.

- Ow.

- Ooh.

Oh, phew.

(mouse squeaking)

- [Faxe] Shhh.

- Hmm.

- Aha.

(dramatic music)

- Caliph (clears throat) let him go!

That's Caliph Sabu.

- Huh?

- Ha, he's a common thief.

To the dungeon with him.

- Don't touch me, do you know who I am?

Stop it!

- Be ready dad.

Snorre, I'll need your help.

- Huh?

- Free Sabu or I will release the genie in this lamp.

(laughs)

- Genie in a lamp?

You listen to too many fairytales guard.

- Arise genie.

(mouse squeaking)

- The lamp it's possessed.

- Snorre.

- Oh what, oh.

Yes, who calls upon the grand high genie Snorresabad.

- I do, Vic the Viking.

- Well little Viking,

for your bravery I grant thee three wishes.

- Hmm.

- Genie, my first wish is

that you give this poor beggar a pouch of gold.

(groans)

- Ah, gold.

- This only proves he is a thief.

Get him out of my treasure room.

- Wait.

Genie, my second wish is that

you turn these beautiful dancers

into terrifying viking warriors.

- Huh?

- Ha.

- Ah.

- Oh.

(growl)

- Ah.

(guards scream)

- Genie my third wish is for these viking warriors

to turn Vizier Harun here into royal mop filets.

- With pleasure.

(vikings scream)

(mouse squeaks)

- Hurray for Vic.

(cheering)

- [Vikings] Vic, Vic, Vicky!

- And here is your reward brave warriors.

- And that's how I got this lamp.

- And what about this carpet that Sabu gave you,

is it really enchanted?

- That'd be telling.

Don't you know it's Arabian tradition

to finish the story tomorrow night.

(gasps)

- Maybe genies and magic flying carpets do exist.

(laughter)