Original subtitles

(blowing horn)

♫ Here'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're the Vic the Viking (Vic the Viking)

♫ With new adventures Vic the Viking

♫ Battle the dangers Vic the Viking

♫ Bring every enemy to his knees

♫ Vic the Viking

(upbeat music)

- Vicky, if we win again this year

we'll keep this beautiful cup.

We can only hope that our champion

will be inspired this year.

- Inspired I am, and this year no ordinary

cake or grut pie.

I'm baking a Myrthus flower cake.

- Myrthus flower?

What does it taste like?

- Oh it's delicious, it's my favorite cake

after your mother's grut pie.

Mmm-mmmm!

- But I've never seen an Myrthus flowers--

- Oh, it doesn't grow around here Vicky.

Halvar, would you mind taking me to Myrthus Island

to collect some?

- For you, my wife, anything.

- What?

No!

Flake will win again for sure with such a delicious cake.

I won't let it happen!

- Morag, darling, have you thought about

the cake you're going to bake for the annual

Best Dessert Contest?

- No, I haven't.

But I think I'll go with something simple, yet tasty.

Probably a prune pie or a pudding.

- But you can't!

We lost with the pudding last year.

Oh, uh, well, I mean.

Why don't you bake something really special and unique

that will astound the jury?

- (laughing) Why not a Myrthus flower cake

while you're at it?

- That's it!

That's a brilliant idea you just had, Morag.

And if you insist, I can take some time

to sail to Myrthus Island with you

to collect the Myrthus you need.

That could be a very romantic trip.

(dramatic music)

- Oh, I really hope there's been enough sun this year

for the Myrthus flowers to blossom.

(sneezing)

- Sorry.

Since then, as soon as I hear the word Myrth-

I sneeze.

The only time I ate some, I got itchy patches for days.

- Oh.

Myrthus Myrthus Myrthus!

(sneezing)

(laughing)

- Oh, Morag, good morning.

- Good morning!

Nice day for a romantic getaway.

We're going to collect Myrthus on Myrthus-

- Shhhhhh!

- What?

- Row faster!

We need to reach the island first.

There won't be enough Myrthus for everyone, Halvar!

- Vikings, row as hard as you can!

(energetic music)

(grunting)

- Huh?

Row hard, vikings!

- [Halver] Faster, men!

- Don't waste your breath, Halvar.

The cup is mine this year! (laughing)

(crashing)

- Have a nice swim back.

(laughing)

- Halvar!

You won't leave them here, will you?

You have to help.

- But Ylva.

- If you don't help them, I won't bake any cake

for the contest and you will definitely lose.

- All right, all right.

(growling)

Oh!

Vikings.

(groaning)

- You see?

It isn't that hard to help a viking in need.

(cheering)

(laughing)

- The Myrthus belongs to the one who picks it!

- [Halvar] Cheater!

Traitor!

Peg-legged landlubber!

- Baltak, you're going way too far.

- I'm sorry, Morag, darling.

I just want to give you the freshest and best

bunch of Myrthus flowers I can get.

- [Halvar] Quick, we need to hurry.

- Ylva, let vikings be vikings,

and enjoy some shade in the meantime.

- Halva, since you're in such a hurry,

I'll wait for you here.

Bring me the Myrthus back, will you?

(sneezing)

- Vikings, you heard Ylva.

The Myrthus awaits.

(laughing)

(laid-back music)

(growling)

- Baltak!

Let's settle this the viking way.

The winner takes the Myrthus back.

- I'm too busy picking flowers.

- Chief, what does Myrthus look like?

- Well, uh.

A flower.

Well, Vicky?

- I've never seen any in my life, Dad.

And I bet they haven't either.

- Myrthus is like, oh.

- Hmmmm.

Aha!

Tjure, what happens again when you're next to some Myrth-

(groaning)

- No, no, Vic.

If I go near that M, M, that flower,

I'll scratch, scratch for days.

- And you'd let our whole village down?

- Dad, we can't force him.

- For Flake, I'd do it.

- Ah, that's a true viking.

- I am a true viking, and to prove it, I'll do it!

Well, you'd better tell everyone in Flake

that I was the hero here.

- Oh, of course, Tjure. - Yeah, sure, why not.

(playful music)

(sniffing)

- I really don't think we should have

left the honor of the village in Tjure's nose.

- I'm sure he'll find it, Snorre.

(sniffing)

(sneezing)

- He found it!

Tjure found some Myrthus!

(sneezing)

This is the one!

Pick up all of them.

Hooray!

(laughing)

- Dad, behind you!

(sneezing)

- Yay, yes!

(laughing)

(dramatic music)

- Oh, Halva.

That is so sweet.

There, Morag.

You should have enough for your cake.

And if you thought like a viking should,

both of you would've shared it from the start.

- But after all we went through?

(triumphant music)

(clearing throat)

- Dear vikings.

This year, our jury decided to award simplicity, yes.

The winner of the annual Best Dessert Contest is...

Agnetha from the village of Bjorn,

with her delightful prune pie!

- Congratulations.

- Well done.

- Thank you so much.

(lighthearted music)

- Congratulations, Agnetha.

- Thank you!

(laughing)

(clearing throat)

- Wait.

The jury wants to give a special mention

to the audacity and uniqueness, the Myrthus flower cakes,

made by Ylva from Flake and Morag from Shnake.

(applauding)

(growling)

- I don't need a winner's cup to tell me

that you are the best baker ever, Ylva.

- What, what about my special mention?

I found the Myrthus-

(sneezing)

- Is it true you found the Myrthus?

(sneezing)

Myrthus?

(sneezing)

Myrthus?

Myrthus Myrthus Myrthus!

(sneezing)

(mellow music)