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(horn blowing)

♫ 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

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ With new adventures, Vic the Viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Battle the dangers, Vic the Viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Bring every enemy to his knees

♫ Vic the Viking

(upbeat whistling)

(whimsical music)

(wind blowing)

(metal clangs)

(grunts)

- Ouch!

(laughs)

(metal clangs)

Ouch!

(metal clangs)

Ouch!

- There.

I'm also covered in smelly fish grease.

Oh, yuck.

- (laughs) Well, that's how seals and whales

survive winters around here, with their nice,

warm layer of fat on their bodies.

- Oh, this fish grease is really sticky.

Yuck.

But, I do feel much warmer.

- And you'll smell like a true Viking ready for winter.

(yells)

(Vic laughing)

- Vikings, take shelter.

The storm is upon us.

(tense drumming)

(wind blowing)

(snoring)

(ground rumbling)

- What was that?

- It's like the whole world is rocking.

I feel dizzy now.

- Dad, it really does feel like the ground is rocking.

- It's your mind playing tricks on you.

(snoring)

(waves crashing)

(beautiful flute music)

Let's go, Vikings.

Njord, the god of the winds, is letting us continue

our journey to Flake.

- Oh, my back aches.

- I still feel queasy.

- Oh, no.

- Huh?

- [Ulme] We're on an iceberg.

(seagull cawing)

- The strength of the storm must have broken the ice bank.

- Oh, really?

Oh, so what?

The Drakkar's still there.

Come on, let's go.

- You don't have to tell me twice. (shivering)

(gasping)

- Shh.

Don't make any sudden moves.

(gasping)

(yells)

(growls)

- A bear!

(yells)

- [Halvar] Run!

(whimsical music)

(yelling)

- Vicky, watch out!

(growling)

(gasping)

(lively music)

- [Vic] Go back on board and get ready to leave!

- Men, to the Drakkar!

Leave my son alone, you salmon eater.

Whoa!

(growls)

(yells)

(whimsical music)

- Dad, watch out!

(Halvar yelling)

We need to help them, quick.

We need to distract the bear.

Dad, come back while it's distracted.

- Okay.

To the Drakkar.

Oh, and be very quiet.

- Shh.

- Shh, yourself.

(tense music)

- Can you hand me another, Gorm?

- [Gorm] It was the last one.

(Vic gasps)

(sniffing)

- Come on, hurry up.

- Do we still move very slowly, chief?

- Let's run!

To the shelter!

- Oh, no.

It can smell the fish grease.

(growling)

- (yells) What do we do now, chief?

- First, we don't panic.

We are fierce Vikings.

We'll find a way out.

- Get the Drakkar ready to sail.

Faxe, let's get them out of there.

(tense music)

- Who's a good bear?

Who's a good bear, then?

Who's going to fetch some fish in the ocean

and leave us alone?

- If only we didn't smell of fish grease.

(metal clanging)

(bear growling)

(triumphant music)

(growling)

(tense music)

- To your stations.

- [All] Yes, chief.

- [Halvar] Bye-bye, bear.

And no hard feelings.

(Halvar laughs)

- Quick, it's coming.

(descending chimes)

(whimsical music)

- It can still smell our fishy marinade.

- [Halvar] Climb up there and stay put, Vicky.

(both growling)

- Hey, maybe we could barter with the beast.

We could fish for it in exchange for our lives.

(growls)

- Or maybe we could drive the bear back onto the iceberg.

- And how will we get to the iceberg

when we can't steer the Drakkar from up here?

- Ah, well, ah.

Yeah, I got nothin'.

(steady tone)

- Aha, that's it.

I'm gonna need your help, Dad.

(playful music)

Go, Dad.

Second time lucky.

(cheering)

- So, Vicky.

That wasn't so hard.

What now?

- Um, another one?

- [Halvar] Tada!

(cheering)

(tense music)

- We need to distract it like we did on the ice.

- But, we don't have anymore fish for it.

- We need to calm the bear down.

Our shirts smell like fish.

That might be enough to keep it busy.

- Your mother would never forgive me

if I let you catch a cold.

Here.

(playful music)

(sniffing)

You're warm.

You're too warm.

- Okay, your turn.

- Vicky, you really are as clever as your father.

- Hey, Bear!

Fetch!

(growling)

- Well, at least I'm not smelling that fishy now.

- Let's get down quickly, but quietly.

(thudding)

- Whoa!

- Vikings, your shirts.

Now!

(upbeat music)

(seagull cawing)

Look, we'll be in Flake in no time.

- As long as he doesn't send us

any more bears or fish grease.

(all laughing)

(upbeat whistling)