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(theme 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 us with you please?♫

♫He's Vic the Viking♫

♫With new adventures Vic the Viking♫

♫Battling dangers Vic the Viking♫

♫Bring every enemy to his knees♫

♫Vic the Viking♫

(joyful whistle)

(upbeat folk music)

(laughing)

- I said good pie, you oaf.

- I'm sorry, did I wake you?

Your majesty!?

- Where's the firewood I asked you two to collect?

Hmm?

- It's as good as done chief.

- As done as good.

- Tjure you're in charge, and don't let Snorre doze off

on the way.

- Mm-hmm.

- I wasn't sleeping I was just thinking

with my eyes closed.

- Now gather the firewood fast

so we can get back.

- What are you doing?

- I'm in charge.

I'm supervising.

Now get those logs.

- Only because Halvar said so.

- There's more over there.

- My finger, ouch!

It hurts!

- Stop playing around and bring that wood over here.

Oh-gla!

Ow, I'll never work again.

And it's all your fault.

You're the worst viking ever.

- You're not the boss of me, you bloated puffer fish.

And you are the worst viking ever.

(grumbling)

- Snorre!

I was joking.

Come back.

You need, I mean, we need to carry this wood to Halvar.

(fanfare)

- Since our beloved king has gone,

we've all waited for a vision to come

to our high priest.

Well, this vision has come to him,

and he's ready to reveal who the new king will be.

- Ooooh.

- Go on, paint the chosen one on our holy rock.

And don't disappoint, or you will end up

like our dear old king.

- [Crowd] Ooooh.

(grumbling)

- I won't be bossed around by ...

(grumbling)

Hmmm?

- Oh, do you think it's me, the chancellor?

(crowd boos)

(whistling)

(crowd gasps)

- Oops.

- [Crowd] King, king, king, king, king ...

- You'll pay for this.

- Ouch!

- [Crowd] King, king, king!.

(distant screaming)

- What was that?

Where's Snorre?

- Snorre?

I thought he was right behind me, chief.

(distant screaming)

- Dad, it's Snorre.

- Let's find him.

Tjure, where did you see him last?

- Well, we weren't really ...

He ...

You see he decided ...

He went that way.

- Why did you let him go on his own?

- Well, I told him, but he wouldn't listen, oh no.

He got very angry, and uh ...

- [Vic] This drawing looks like Snorre.

- Ah, this way.

- Look, it's a piece of Snorre's shirt.

He must've put up quite a struggle.

He, uh ...

Oh.

Hey Piva.

- Come on.

(all gasp in amazement)

- Out of my way,

I'll smash these gates to kindling!

(knocking)

- No, you're way too early.

Please come back tomorrow for the ceremony.

- We're not leaving, until ooh ...

- What ceremony would that be exactly?

- Well, because we're crowning our new king, of course.

- Of course! Maybe we could come in and help.

We are specialists in preparing crowning ceremonies.

We crowned the king of Sweden last month.

- Oh yes, Crowns 'R' Us.

- Professional crowners.

- Right, follow me.

Notch will want to see if you really can help.

- Who are you?

- [Vic] We are here to offer our services,

to help for the crowning, sir.

Will you be the new king?

(clearing throat)

- No, I'm not, not yet, anyway.

- [Snorre] Notch, bring me some more of that pie!

- Is that your new king?

Do you think we could greet him now?

- Fine, if you have to.

(gasping)

- Huh?

- Snorre!

- Snorre ...

- Halvar. Vic, Stinky Tjure, my friends.

- By the wrath of Thor, Snorre.

I send you out for wood and look what happens.

How could you end up in such a mess?

- I'm gonna be king, Halvar, isn't that great?

- Oh, I'm so happy for you, but we need you

on the Drakkar, and come down this instant

so I can talk to you without hurting my neck.

- I'm going to be king, Halvar,

you need to treat me with respect.

(Halvar angrily grumbling)

- Snorre!

- Oi.

- Leave him be.

- [Snorre] Whoa! Whoa!

- [High Priest] Ooh ...

- Snorre is right, dad.

He deserves respect now that he's going to be a king.

Your majesty.

(blows raspberry)

(growling)

If you stay here, I suppose we'll just have

to tell your friends in Flake

that you'll never see them again.

And I'll let your mum know you won't ever be back.

And that you won't need any more hugs,

or groot pie.

And Tjure won't have anyone to quarrel with.

- Hm!

- Could I be king of Flake, too?

- Well ...

(tjure sighs)

- Then I'll come back, if Tjure carves a statue of me.

- [Tjure] A statue?

Of you?

The nerve.

Now stop being a card and get down here.

We're going home.

- Call for backup.

(whistles)

- [Halvar] Stop!

Tjure, calm down.

- Take him away.

I never want to see you again,

and I won't go back with you.

- We must find a way to get Snorre out.

- Why?

He wants to stay here and boss everyone about.

Let's go.

- Wait!

You have to help your friend.

Notch forced the last king into exile

so that he could take his place.

Now that your friend stands between him

and the throne, I fear he is in grave danger.

- Snorre, in danger?

(whimpering)

(clears throat)

Just hay fever.

- We need to get inside.

- I can't let you back in, Notch will notice.

But please, do something before your friend gets hurt.

(door slam echoes)

(inspirational music)

- We get back in the way we came out.

And you, Tjure, as the carpenter, will help save him.

- Me?

Hmm.

- Not long now, I'll show you how to sit on the throne.

- Too small.

Ooh, too shiny.

Oh, so last season.

Ooh!

Very fitting.

- Your majesty.

I'm sorry to disturb your highness,

but there is a special present for you outside the gates.

- Well, bring it in.

- It's ...

Well, um ...

It's kind of big.

- Oh, it's me!

Bring it in.

I want to see how I look next to my throne.

Tjure's got my nose all wrong.

Tjure, my ex best friend.

(sniffles)

Hay fever.

- Your majesty might be somewhat by the recent events,

dare I suggest a treat to remind him of his homeland?

- Oh, yes, my groot pie.

Bring it to me now.

- Oh, I will fetch it for you personally.

(ominous laughter)

- Now, and quietly.

- What is going on?

I told you ...

- We're here to save you, you cod-brain.

You're in danger.

- Notch is not your friend, your majesty.

(gasps)

- Wha ...

(eerie music)

- Notch!

- I'm coming, my king!

(gasps)

What on Earth is going on here?

Guards!

- Wait!

Notch, I think you should try this pie first.

After all, you made it yourself.

(nervous laughter)

- I've just eaten.

Guards!

(all gasping)

(screaming)

- The tide is turning.

We must leave for Flake.

Snorre?

- Take care of this throne.

You truly deserve it.

And besides, I don't like heights.

- Thank you, your majesty.

- There's just one thing I'd like to take,

as a souvenir, but I'll need some help

from my new ex best friend.

(grunting)

- Ow!

(whimpering)

- Hay fever.

- Well, I'm not sure it's what I would have chosen

as a souvenir.

- [Snorre] It doesn't look like me at all,

I'm so much more handsome.

- Yes it does, you plankton-brain.

- No, it doesn't.

- Yar, it does.

- Doesn't.

- Take a look.

- It doesn't look like me.

- [Tjure] Does too!

- [Snorre] Doesn't!

- [Halvar] Will you shut up?

(upbeat whistling music)