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(triumphant horn blows)

♫ He is 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 is Vic The Viking.

♫ With new adventures, Vic The Viking.

♫ Battle the dangers, Vic The Viking.

♫ Bring every enemy to his knees.

♫ Vic The Viking.

(whistling)

(sluggish meandering melody)

- This silence is making me nervous.

- I almost wish-

- Shh,

Quiet.

Can't you see Halvar is still grieving?

(weeping and sniffles)

- Dad, it's gonna be okay.

- How could this have happened?

Look at it.

My best sword!

My father gave it to me when I was your age, Vicky.

- I remember what Grandpa always said,

"It's not the sword that makes the warrior but the-"

- "Warrior that makes the sword."

You're right, Vicky.

(water splashes)

Farewell my loyal friend,

you'll never be forgotten.

- Warrior ahead, Chief!

We're under attack!

(gasps)

(determined horn music)

- It's a statue, Gorm.

- Oh,

sorry.

- [Halvar] And he's lost his sword.

- Oh, he didn't lose his sword,

he came to claim it back.

- Ha!

- This sword is called Tyrfing.

It has powers, you see.

Whoever owns it becomes invincible.

- Huh?

Invincible?

Well, this is the sword I need.

- Alas, brave Viking, the sword lost its power

after the king's death and disappeared.

They say it waits in a secret place

in the Denieper River for its new worthy owner.

- Well, we certainly don't want it to wait for too long,

do we, Vicky?

Let's go and find this sword.

- Maybe we should still buy one too, Dad?

Just in case.

- It's not the sword that makes the warrior, Vicky.

The warrior makes the sword.

Let's go.

(dynamic music)

- On guard.

Aha.

- [Acanthis] Help!

Help!

Please,

help!

- Help me, please, help me!

- [Vicky] Dad, They need some help.

(cries for help)

- Did you hear that men?

Row faster!

- Help,

help!

(grunts)

- Dad, help me.

(groaning)

Help!

(grunting)

(laughter)

(triumphant horns blare)

- I can't thank you enough, Chief Halvar

for saving my son Alerik's life.

- You should thank Vicky, my son.

He's the one who really saved Alerik.

- Well, I'm certainly glad fate put you

on this river today, young man.

- Fate, ha ha.

It has nothing to do with fate, Acanthus.

I'm here to find that sword,

uh, Trifon?

Trifling?

- Tyrfing!

- Yes! That's the one.

- Don't move.

(joyful flute music)

- This is the jewel that gives Tyrfing its power.

(gasps)

(mysterious chiming)

- Maybe you can find it?

You saved my Alerik's life.

You deserve it.

- Wow!

It's too much, we can't accept.

- Vicky, don't you know it's rude to refuse a gift?

Thank you, Acanthis.

- Okay, you're welcome.

(mystical chiming and harps playing)

(light harp and steady drumming music)

- May I, Chief?

- Okay.

- Hm Yes, oh hm.

Ah.

This gem brings us good luck, Halvar.

- Dad, maybe if I fixed it on dragon head of the Drakkar,

we would be invincible just like Tyrfing?

- Hm, well why not?

But Vicky, don't drop it overboard.

- Of course not.

(grunts)

(chiming)

- No!

- Whoa.

(loud thud)

(whimsical chiming music)

- Oh.

(light mystical music)

(gasps)

- Chief,

Chief!

- Don't worry, Gorm.

It's just the powers of the gem.

- No,

no!

(scared yelling)

- Shallow waters ahead!

(screeching)

- Vicky?

- I'm okay.

(gasps and clambering)

- Help!

(deep rigid music)

- It's drifting too quickly, we can't keep up.

(gasp)

- Vic?

- I know exactly what we need.

(gasps)

- Our Drakkar has been taken by the river.

Could we use your horse to catch up with it?

- Of course, Vicky.

- Do you know how to ride a horse?

- Uh, no.

(horse neighs)

(laughter)

(sighing)

(laughter)

(exuberant music)

(gasps)

- [Halvar] Almost there!

(chatter and clambering)

(frantic cries)

Gorm, when you get to that vein,

come close to that bank so we can climb aboard.

- Can you say it again?

- To the banks so we can climb aboard.

- Dad, what's that noise?

- Probably just a waterfall, Vicky.

But I need to.

(hollering)

Gorm watch out!

It's a waterfall!

- Yo ho, Vic!

Hi, Halvar!

- Behind you!

- Look behind you!

- A waterfall?

(screams)

- We need to get to that tree.

But first, I need to talk to Gorm.

- But he can't hear a thing with the waterfall.

(wailing)

- Then I'm going to need your sheath, Dad.

(energetic positive music)

(grunting)

- Got it!

- I just wish I could find an idea to save

the Drakkar as well.

- After my sword, my Drakkar!

- At least we'll save our friend.

- Do you think he got it right?

- I'm sure he did.

(terrified wailing)

(grunting)

Got it, Dad!

- [Gorm] Whoa.

(terrified wailing)

(suspenseful bell music)

(terrified wailing)

- Gorm cut the rope!

- But the Drakkar?

- It's already lost, Gorm,

cut the rope.

(moaning)

- No!

(loud thumps)

(mournful harp music)

- [Crew] The Drakkar!

- Oh, gone!

My Drakkar is gone!

No more pillaging, what am I going to do?

It's a disaster, a catastrophe.

(gasping)

- Huh?

(magical uplifting harp music)

- [Crew] Wow, the Drakkar,

it lives!

(inspirational glistening music)

- I'm sorry we couldn't find your sword, Dad.

But we have a truly invincible Drakkar now!

(laughing)

- What do you mean

we haven't found the sword, Vicky?

Our adventure is only beginning.

Tyrfing the Invincible Sword is up this river,

and we're going to find it, together.

(whistling)