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(horn blows)

♫ Here's Vic the Viking

♫ Sailing the seas it's Vic the Viking

♫ Pull up a chair it's Vic the Viking

♫ Say won't you take his picture please

♫ Here's Vic the Viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ With new adventures Vic the Viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Right on that then it's Vic the Viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Bring every enemy to his knees

♫ Vic the Viking

(horn blows)

(pleasant music)

(snoring)

(horn blows)

- What in Thor's name?

(panting)

- Dad, what's going on?

(horn blowing)

- What in the name of Thor is this ruckus about?

(horn blowing)

- Oh my ears hurt.

- Don't you know?

It's bad to wake up people like that!

- What's going on?

- King's orders.

- Oh, you know what I'd say to the king?

- Tell him yourself, by all means.

- I heard Flake is the most peaceful

village in the whole legion.

- Oh well, um, yes it is your majesty

and I'm happy to keep it that way,

but what was that horn lullaby all about?

- Your village has had the great honor

of being chosen to shelter our new summer residence.

Yes, you have until sunset to pack and go,

you and all your villagers.

Congratulations my dear peasant.

Thank you, good morning.

- He can't be serious!

- Your village will become the magnificent

summer estate for our king to enjoy.

You should be very proud.

- It, it's not possible.

- We're going to lose our village!

- [Foreman] Chop chop men, get to work.

- We are under attack!

You're going to feel my wrath!

- I don't think so.

(horns blowing)

(shouting)

One wave of my flag and the royal fleet

will put you and all your villagers

in the royal dungeons for the rest of your lives.

- Flake was a gift from the gods!

If you force us out, the gods will make you pay dearly!

- I'm sure the gods will happily welcome the king here.

Now, guards get to work!

(wood creaking)

That beacon will make great firewood.

(groans)

- Jure, where are you going?

- I'm going to pack, chief.

- Nonsense!

Are you telling me you're giving up?

A Viking never gives up, Jore!

- You're right, Dad, and I know what we can do.

- You, do you see our tools?

- We left them right here, in the middle of the square.

- Did you see something Vicky?

- No Dad, I was playing.

(yells)

- [Soldier] You chopped our tools?

- What?

Vicky, did you mix up this

gentleman's tools with our chopping wood?

- Oh, oops.

I didn't mean to.

I'm really sorry, sir.

- How are we supposed to work without tools?

- He is right, sir.

This is a work site, not a children's playground.

- Getting new tools from the royal camp

will delay us too much.

We'll use your tools then.

- Ha!

We are fierce Vikings.

We use our arms and pure strength.

We don't have tools.

(chuckles)

- This is sabotage!

You won't get away with it.

Let's see how you can use your pure strength now.

Come on, follow me.

All of you.

Tear that old thing down and build

the most magnificent royal barn for the royal goats.

- Tear it down?

But our shed is almost brand new.

A coat of paint and it will be royally ready.

(sighs)

All right, I guess now the only choice

we have is to build the barn for the king.

- But we don't have any tools, chief.

- Fax is right, how are we supposed

to build a barn without any tools Mr. Know-it-all?

- I can bring the whole royal army

if you really need help.

(horns blowing)

Guards, keep an eye on them,

and get it finished by the time I return.

- I'm sure we'll manage, sir.

(grunting)

- Here is the royal floor for the royal goats' hooves.

Gentlemen, would you mind holding the plank

so we can build the walls and ceiling please?

- [Soldier] Can we get out now?

- That my friends is what I call a royal barn

for royal goats.

(laughs)

- [Soldier] Where's the door?

- Oops, I think we forgot to put one in!

(laughing)

(soldiers shouting)

- What's going on?

What?

What is that?

- [Soldier] Foreman, sir!

We can't find the door.

(horn blows)

- I've got it chief, I got the flag!

(laughing)

The flag is mine!

- Jure, no!

Put the flag down!

- How do you like that, huh?

(shouting, metal clanging)

- You played one trick too many, Vikings.

You are to vacate this village immediately, right now!

(pleasant music)

- Shame on you, chief.

You've done nothing to save our village.

This is disgraceful.

- Get away!

- It's not time to play, Gob.

- Get away!

Shoo, shoo!

- We rather need a good idea.

- Hmm.

Aha!

All we need is for Flake not to be peaceful for the king.

- But Flake is peaceful, Vicky.

- Maybe it is, but what if the guards

got really angry?

- Here wolfy wolfy, here wolfy wolfy!

(growling)

(gulls screeching)

(buzzing)

(pleasant music)

- Huh?

It's raining fish?

(gulls screeching)

(laughing)

- What are you doing?

Stop playing and get back to work!

- Maybe the gods are really angry at us.

- Just like that wise man predicted!

(shouting)

(snarling)

(yelling)

- We came here for peace and quiet.

(screams)

(snarling)

(gulls screeching)

- By Ovid's beard, what's this all about?

Stop right now!

- The gods are angry.

We should build your majesty's residence in a safer place.

On the other side of the ocean!

(yells)

- Come back this instant!

We'll be really happy here, once we--

(gasps)

(gulls screeching)

Oh gull attack!

- Time for the finale, Dad!

(buzzing)

(grunting)

- What now, what is it, huh?

By Odin's goat!

(yelling)

Wait for me, wait for me!

- Now, let's take care of this bear

and take our village back, attack!

- No Dad, I think I have an idea to chase the bear away.

(pleasant music)

(buzzing)

(screeching, roaring)

(cheering)

(clanging)

- Thanks to Vicky, the king knows

that the gods will protect Flake from any invasion.

- And Flake can be as peaceful as it always was.

(gull screeches)

(upbeat music)