Original subtitles

(horn blares)

♫ He's Vic the Viking

♫ Sailing the seas it's the Vic the Viking

♫ Pull up our chairs it's Vic the Viking

♫ Say won't you take his picture please

♫ He's Vic the Viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ With new adventures Vic the Viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ And all that danger it's Vic the Viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Bring every enemy to his knees

♫ Vic the Viking

(upbeat music)

(gulls screeching)

- Straight ahead, son, don't take your eyes off course.

- And don't let go of the helm.

Got it, Dad.

(laughs)

- Oh, oh!

Oh.

(horn blares)

Vic!

(gasping)

- I can't watch.

- We'll make it, we'll make it.

(horn blares)

- [Man] Did you find your captain's license

in a garbage heap?

- Drakkar straight ahead!

(siren wailing)

- Halt there, sea patrol!

(laughing)

Who was steering this ship please?

- I, Halvar, chief of Flake was steering.

(tsking)

- That is not true, he was steering.

(gulps)

And he looks a little young to me.

Drakkar steering license verification,

and make it snappy.

- By Odin, since when does anyone need a license?

- Article 2033 of the sea code.

In Danish waters, every seafaring navigator

must be in possession of a drakkar steering license.

- Uh, I don't have a drakkar steering license.

In fact...

- Well, how about you give me a little bag of gold

and we can forget all of this and that?

I can be persuaded.

- Out of the question.

- In that case, this drakkar is impounded.

- What?

Impounded, that's a good one.

Try and take it.

(intense music)

(chuckles)

I'm, I'm just saying, of course my son

has a steering license don't you Vicky?

We just left it at home.

- Yeah.

- Oh, I understand, forgotten.

In that case, you certainly have no objections

that he passes the steering test again, right now.

- Huh, oh uh no, certainly not.

- I can do it, Dad.

Just watch and see.

- First part of the test, the theory.

When two drakkars pass each other,

should they pass to the port side or starboard?

- [All] Go Vicky go, go Vicky go,

go Vicky go!

- Silence on the drakkar, please.

- Hm, when two drakkars pass each other

should they pass to the port side or starboard?

(whispering)

- If you don't know, you won't get your license.

- Yes, well the answer is--

- A Viking never passes to either side, he attacks,

bam, smash!

Take that!

- That's enough!

Do that again and I will cancel the test.

- Starboard, the answer is starboard.

- Correct.

(cheering)

You've passed the first part of the test.

Stop here!

We have reached the final test area.

Over here, the practical steering test

is much, much more difficult.

(dramatic music)

You have to zigzag between the

icebergs and reach the end safely.

- And we're off.

(upbeat music)

One iceberg down.

And...

(grunts)

Two icebergs down, phew.

- Come on Vic, everybody's counting on you,

and three.

- [Vic] And three.

- Whoa, yes that was a close shave.

- I don't think I'm strong enough.

I can't force it to the right, I mean starboard.

- Go Vic, give it all you've got!

- Do you mind son?

There seems to be a speck of dirt on this.

- Oh, if I ever catch you close to that helm again,

this is your only warning.

(groaning)

- Huh?

Hmm.

I know, hang on tight.

- And the captain may as well

have just abandoned his ship.

There's no way to recover from this one now.

- Yeah, it works so much better now!

A Viking never gives up.

- Especially my Vic.

- Only one more iceberg.

- Aren't we a bit too close to the ice labyrinth?

- You mean the one that no one ever goes into

because no one ever comes out of?

- I was sure he'd do it.

That boy of mine has a brain full of brains!

(exciting music)

- [Men] Not that way!

- [Man] We're inside of the legendary ice labyrinth.

- We need to get out of here.

(sobbing)

- [Man] The wind in this labyrinth is glacial.

- [Man] I don't want to end up as ice cubes.

- [Man] Me neither!

(sobbing)

(teeth clacking)

- How long have we been here?

It's been forever!

(sobbing)

- This isn't the time to fall apart.

- Well said, son!

- Dead end ahead!

Happy warm thoughts.

Happy warm thoughts.

- We've got to keep each other warm, Snore.

- I think I'll do this for you back in Flake.

- You're warm, you're too warm.

- We're d-d-done for.

D-d-done for!

(banging)

- There's got to be a way out of this.

- Happy warm thoughts!

- Hm.

Aha!

(metal clanging)

I need your strength with these, Papa.

I need you at the helm.

Get us as close as you can to that wall of ice.

(dramatic music)

(clapping)

(grunting)

- [Halvar] Thank Odin.

- We can see the exit!

- [Men] We're saved!

- Dad, please?

Onwards!

We have to get out of here before we freeze over completely.

Port, starboard.

Port.

Now straight on.

To the exit.

(cheering)

- Thank Odin, we are saved!

- They were the stuff of fiction

because they were precise.

And beat that labyrinth of ice!

- Valiant little Viking, I present to you

your drakkar steering license.

You can keep it with the one you have at home.

(cheering)

- My dear little Vic, the helm is yours.

You have earned it.

(upbeat music)