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♫ 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

♫ Here's the Vic the Viking, Vic the Viking

♫ With new adventures, Vic the Viking

♫ Battle the dangers, Vic the Viking

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Bring every enemy to his knees

♫ Vic the Viking

(Cheery music)

- You know what Vic?

It's good to be home.

Looting and pillaging gets boring after a while.

(thud)

- Mom's favorite cups.

(glass clanging)

- Dad, those are the ones you got as a wedding present.

- It's alright Vic, they're not broken.

(glass breaking)

- Oh!

- Oh, ah, hmm.

Oh, what have we done?

Help me, Vic, we've got to hide this from Ylva.

- You know what happened last time,

Mom shouted at you so much,

you were deaf for a week.

- And that was just because I blew my nose on the curtains.

She must never find out.

- Well, she's bound to,

as soon as she has cloudberry juice in the morning.

- Yeah, but in the morning

we'll be going on a long voyage

to a distant unknown destination.

Who said looting and pillaging was boring?

Ha!

- Will it be dangerous?

- Yes Vic, not as dangerous as staying here.

(duck quacking)

(snoring)

- Wasn't me, no, Ylva don't shout.

It wasn't me, honest.

(duck quacking)

(yelling)

come on, Vic, help me round everyone up,

we've got to get moving.

- [Ylva] Halvar.

(cheery horn music)

- Come on everyone, get ready.

We're going on a long dangerous voyage

to an unknown destination.

(everyone asking questions)

- Dad, what's that funny mark on your face?

- What mark?

- Stand back, let me look.

(squeaking)

oh, it's a sign, a sign from the Gods.

You have been chosen by the Gods.

- [All] Ohh, ahh, chosen by the Gods.

- Of course, I knew that.

- You've been given a gift.

- [All] Ahh, given a gift.

- You mean, like three wishes?

- No, it is such a strange shape.

It is the mark of Loki, the shape shifter.

You have been given the gift of changing

into any shape you like.

- [All] Great!

- Alright (grunting).

- Halvar, have you seen my favorite horn drinking cups?

- I want the drakkar ready to leave

by the time I get back.

(upbeat music) (panting)

I don't know how I'll figure out how to change shape.

(banging)

- Halvar, Halvar!

Halvar, Halvar, where are you?

- Change into something else.

Or maybe (grunting).

- [Ylva] Halvar, I hope you haven't broken them.

(sighing)

(duck quacking)

- Shoo, she'll hear you,

go away, go away, go away, go away.

(duck quacking)

Stand still (inaudible) duck.

(duck quacking)

when I get my hands on you,

don't you walk away from me.

Come back here, I'm gonna catch you.

Oh, I don't like ducks. (thud)

(banging)

(duck quacking)

(cheery music)

- The weird thing is, Dad didn't have that mark last night,

when he went to bed.

Something must have happened.

- Hey, look at the pillow, Vic.

It's all scrunched up where his face has been.

- It makes the same pattern,

as the mark on Dad's face.

(cheery music)

- Have you seen Halvar?

- [All] No.

- He went off to change shape.

- If he thinks he can get out of this by changing shape,

he's got another thing coming.

(duck quacking)

- Oh.

(thud)

(duck quacking)

- It's his helmet, it's him.

He's changed into a duck.

Yes, yes, I'd know that look anywhere.

(duck quacking)

- It's got to be him.

- No duck would ever dare to sit on Halvar's chest.

- Now he's here, we can set sail,

to that unknown destination.

- Halvar, halvar.

- Wait, that isn't Halvar.

- It is, it's his helmet.

He's sitting on Halvar's big chest.

- But the mark on his face,

it's not a sign from the Gods,

Halvar's pillow got scrunched up

and left a shape on his face.

- Are you doubting the Gods?

Maybe it was the Gods who scrunched up his pillow.

Did you think of that?

- Exactly, that's Halvar,

I'd know that nose anywhere.

As soon as he's ready, we'll set sail.

- We follow his beak wherever it points.

(cheering)

- That duck could point its beak anywhere.

On to the rocks, or into a whirlpool,

or even into an iceberg.

- Yes, Ylvi, we've got to find Dad before they set sail.

(dog barking)

- I don't understand,

he's still not pointing out to sea.

- Time to wake up, Halvar.

I'm going to give you a piece of my mind.

- [Vic] Dad?

(gasping)

- Oh, that hurts.

(banging)

- Dad, are you okay?

- I don't know Vic, the world keeps spinning.

- You must have bumped your head a little, Pops.

Stay here and rest.

How can I stop the crew without Dad?

(thud)

(cheery music)

(duck quacking)

- Halvar is pointing out to sea.

(cheering)

- I knew it, as soon as my back is turned,

everything goes to pot.

Get that duck off my chest!

- Vic, what are you doing wearing Halvar's eye patch?

- Don't you call me Vic.

I'm Halvar, you fool.

Didn't I tell you I would change shape?

- But the duck's Halvar.

It's wearing his helmet.

(duck quacking)

- Anyone can wear a helmet, numbskull.

But I'm the only one with an eye patch.

Enough, I'll prove that I'm Halvar.

Follow me and I'll change back into my usual body.

- [All] That would be interesting to see that.

- Well, if you are Halvar,

you've got some explaining to do.

What happened to my drinking horns?

- I swear to you Ylva,

whatever happened to those horns, it wasn't me.

(duck quacking)

Wait here, I will now change back into my original shape.

The art of shape shifting is so magical,

so delicate, so difficult,

that nobody must see.

(gasping)

(cheery music)

(mumbling)

(banging)

(coughing)

(gasping)

(cheering)

(laughing)

- What do we do now, Halvar?

- Are we still going on a dangerous voyage

to an unknown destination?

- Halvar.

- Of course we're going.

Onward men, we sail at once.

(yelling)

(panting)

Cast off, cast off!

(sigh)

- I think that mark is wearing off, Dad.

How're you feeling?

- Really dizzy.

It's all that shape shifting.

The funny thing is,

I don't remember anything about it.

- Pops.

- What is it, son?

- If Mum got her drinking horns back,

then everything would be back to normal.

You'd be friends again.

You could use the horns from my helmet.

- Thanks son, it's a kind thought,

but I would never take my own sons helmet.

(humming)

Snore.

(laughing)

Perfect.

Ylva won't know the difference.

(laughing)

I've had enough of this dangerous voyage,

we're turning back to Flake.

(braking)

(cheery music)

(whistling)

(duck quacking)

(cheery music)