Original subtitles

(horn sounds)

(upbeat music)

♫ He is Vic the Viking

♫ Sailing the seas

♫ It's Vic the Viking

♫ Full of ideas

♫ It's Vic the Viking

♫ Say won't ya take us with ya please

♫ He is Vic the Viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ When you were meant to stick to viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Then just stick to viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Bring every enemy to his knees

♫ Vic the Viking

(medieval music)

(cheerful music)

(grunts)

- Like my beard?

It's just like my dad's.

It's so thick, one Winter

I found a squirrel asleep in there.

(laughs)

(laughs)

- Huh?

(gasps)

(laughs)

- It'll be a few years before you grow a beard, Vic.

Hm?

(snores)

Stop sleeping and get sweeping.

- Uh, uh, yes captain.

(breathes heavily)

- That my boy is beard power.

(laughs)

What lies ahead Urobe?

- Huh?

(mystical music)

Great riches from small beginnings

await mighty Halvar in the Emerald Isle.

(dolphins chatter)

(marching music)

(thunder rumbles)

- That was the worst raid we've ever been on.

We found absolutely nothing.

(grumbles)

- It wasn't a complete loss, Papa.

Look what I found back there.

(cheerful music)

Oh.

Oh.

- Whoa.

(yells)

- Oh, ah.

- Whoa.

- Whoa.

(seagulls squeal)

(gurgles)

- I think we've sprung a leak.

- What we need is a bung.

- For once, I think you're right.

(yells)

Yes, you're the perfect bung.

(screams)

I've got it.

I've got it.

- Hey, stop shoving, you barbarous bezerker.

Wait til I get my hands on you.

- Hey, maybe we could find some timber over there

to mend the hole.

(calm harp music)

- Why that's just what I was going to say.

You must've read my mind.

Vic, Urobe, Faxe, follow me.

Tjure, Snorre, you're in charge.

(calm string music)

(breathes heavily)

- Dad, I've been thinking.

Urobe's got a beard.

Why isn't he as powerful as you?

- Ah, because his is a wise beard.

A power beard is a completely different thing.

- Hm, I wish I understood the language of beards.

(grunt)

- [Halvar] It's taken my a lifetime to learn.

(birds chirp)

(birds chirp)

(birds flutter)

- [Vic] Oh, I wonder what that means.

- Hm, I um, let me translate.

Good fortune awaits he who fells this tree.

- Are you sure about that?

- Absolutely.

I came top of the class in runes at Druid school.

Although there was only two of us in the class,

me and crazy Idris.

- Hm?

(laughs)

- [Snorre] I don't want to gripe.

My underpants are filling up with seawater.

- Gorme, Ulme, bail out Snorre's underpants.

- [Snorre] Hey, leave my pants alone.

That's an order.

- Who's giving the orders, you or Snorre?

- I am.

(magical music)

- Faxe, chop down that tree.

- Oh.

- Faxe. - Huh?

- Turn the ax around and use the sharp end.

(laughs)

- I thought it was a bit blunt.

(foreboding music)

(birds chirp)

- [Halvar] Look out.

(tree crashes)

(birds chirp)

(calm music)

(grunts)

- What do you mean, I can't come aboard?

- You need to ask permission.

- I don't need permission.

It's my ship.

- But you made me captain.

- [Snorre] And me.

- Ouch.

- Now who's the boss?

- Uh oh, you're the boss.

(laughs nervously)

(cheerful music)

- Faxe, over here.

- Huh?

- No, as you were, Faxe.

(laughs)

(birds chirp)

- You did that on purpose.

- All right everyone.

While you others finish repairs,

Faxe, Urobe, Vicky and I

will gather some firewood for the night.

Come on, let's go.

Hurry up.

(upbeat music)

(bushes rustle)

- Shh, that sounds like another wild beast.

Leave it to me.

(dog barks)

- Huh?

- Oh.

Hey, that's my favorite bit.

I like the marrow.

- Don't worry, I'll get it.

Hey hey puppy,

wait for me.

Whoa, what's that?

(rock rumbles)

- [Druid] Seize the intruders.

- [Halvar] Come near me, and I'll flatten you

so flat, you're own mom will mistake you for a pancake.

(dog barks)

- You have cut down the sacred oak,

and for that you must pay.

- Let's discuss this Druid to Druid.

I know the secret handshake.

(bell chimes)

- Oh boy oh, why didn't you say so.

(spits)

- Well I never.

(dark string music)

- Uh, let me pay you for the damage.

Oh I seem to have left my gold at home.

Vikings, give me all you've got.

You're welcome.

- This is an insult.

Our sacred oak was priceless.

There can only be one punishment.

May the great tree spirit forgive you.

(gasps)

You will be taken from here

to a place of shaving, where your beard will be cut off.

- My beard cut off?

(mysterious music)

(speaks foreign language)

(rock rumbles)

- Here puppy, puppy.

Come and look at the nice rope.

(dog barks)

- Whoa.

(cheerful music)

- Did you just bark?

- Yes, woof, woof.

That means, "Hello have you got fleas?" in doggy language.

(dog barks)

(gasps)

- A dog?

Wait until I deal with you. (dog barks)

Now back to the Viking.

(gasps)

(rock rumbles)

(mysterious music)

(birds chirp)

- Mm, Mm, Mm.

(rock rumbles)

(magical music)

- Thor, great God of thunder,

strike down those who would shave your hairy Harold Halvar.

(menacing music)

(grunts)

(cheerful music)

(dog barks)

- What was that?

(rocks crash)

Oh we have angered their thunder god.

It wasn't my idea.

(laughs)

- I knew Thor wouldn't let me lose my beard.

- Truly your thunder god is mighty.

I should never have tried to shave one of his servants.

- Maybe we should tidy up before we go.

(dog barks)

(upbeat horn music)

- This reminds me of the house I grew up in.

We were too poor to afford a roof.

It wasn't much fun when it rained,

but you never had to get out of bed to take a bath.

(cheerful music)

- Oh look what I found.

Treasure.

- Acorns.

Now we'll be able to plant a new sacred oak.

Would you like to take one to plant at home?

- Oh thanks.

I'll call it Idrisil.

That's my favorite name for a tree.

- That sounds like a good name.

- I'll build my own hut in it.

(calm harp music)

- Well, I've done it again.

I got us out of another nasty scrape.

- With a little help from Thor and Vicky.

- You know, I think I can see

the beginning of a beard there, son.

- A beard?

Really?

- You'll make a great chief one day.

- Like you, papa.

(cheerful music)