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♫ He's Vic the Viking

♫ Sailing the seas

♫ He's Vic the Viking

♫ Full of ideas

♫ He's Vic the Viking

♫ Say won't you take us with you please

♫ He's the Vic the Viking

♫ With new adventures

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Grand old adventures

♫ Vic the Viking

♫ Bring every enemy to his knees.

♫ Vic the Viking

(upbeat music)

- [Vikings] Heave.

Ho.

Heave.

Ho.

- That's it vikings heave, ho.

- Swing high, swing low.

Soon our larder will overflow.

(groans)

- This must be one of our best harvests ever.

- Perhaps you don't need to go

on your new expedition after all Halvar.

- An expedition is just what we need.

Wind on our backs, salt in our hair.

The mystery of new lands, the thrill of conquest.

What could possibly keep a viking from that, eh my boy?

- Oh.

- What a harvest.

Perhaps they will share it with us Baltak?

- We do not need Flake to share with us.

We're Shlake.

- We are hungry Baltak.

It's just that they've got so much

and our crops have failed.

(vikings whimper)

- A viking doesn't ask.

He takes.

Which is exactly what we will do on a new expedition.

We leave tomorrow.

- Leave tomorrow, okay.

(snoring)

(wood rattling)

- Huh?

(tense music)

Huh?

Hmm.

(gasping)

- They're so strong and perfectly carved.

- And these ropes are as supple as a mermaids tresses.

(laughs)

(screams)

(groans)

- Where did all this come from?

- Why the Gods of course.

Our spring campaign pleases them very much.

- I knew it!

- Baltak old friend.

What brings you to our fine village.

- I am here to take back what you stole from Shlake.

- My father would never steal.

- He would and he did.

Come and see for yourselves.

(growls)

(dramatic music)

- There's nothing to see.

- Exactly.

All of our ropes, our new sails, our oars, all gone.

Stolen by you.

And once we prove it, I will call the viking code on you.

(gasps)

- The viking code!

- The viking code?

- The viking code allows Baltak to claim repayment

from our village to repair the offensive theft.

Anything that his heart desires.

(gasps)

- I didn't steal anything.

I found those things.

- He didn't do it.

I know he didn't.

I saw who did.

(gasps)

It was a shadow.

It looked like this.

Creeping through our village.

If I can just compare everyone's shadows

we can find the thief.

- Hmm.

- What are you waiting for?

Sounds fair to me,

unless there's something you're trying to hide.

(comical upbeat music)

(sighs)

(laughing)

(laughing)

- [Halvar] Hah look, it's you.

You're the thief.

- [Baltak] How dare you?

- [Halvar] It's an exact copy of your shadow cheater.

- [Baltak] Thief.

(Halvar growls)

(Baltak growls)

- [Morag] No!

Wait stop!

- Morag, what are you doing?

You should not be running around, not in your condition.

- But I thought you said if they stole from us they must

let us take something from their village in return?

- What would you have us give Morag?

- Well, we mean you no harm.

So, I suppose we could just

take some grain from your larder?

- Oh.

- Do not worry about this pumpkin.

We will take whatever I decide.

Once we've caught them in their lie.

Now go and get some rest.

Hasn't anyone ever told you it's rude to stare?

She's pregnant, thief.

(Halvar growls)

Getting your own son to draw a shadow that looks like mine?

- [Halvar] I'd never.

- [Baltak] You're worse than a thief.

- [Halvar] Cheating liar.

(growling)

- Wait, wait.

I know another way to solve this.

Viking style.

- In true viking tradition,

we have chosen each others competitors.

Now take the string,

set, pull.

(groaning)

(upbeat adventure music)

(groaning)

(cheering)

- You are cheats!

Cheats, this is an outrage!

- We won fair and square.

I guess this settles the matter.

(cheering)

- We're going to give them their things back anyway

aren't we dad?

- Why should we do that, now that we've won?

- Because we're vikings and they are too.

- Oh.

- Oh well.

- Oh.

- Being a good neighbor,

my father has decided to return the goods.

- Good neighbors return goods they'd borrowed not stolen.

(growling)

- These oars could've rowed us all the way to Valhallah.

- Or to some tasty salmon.

(groans)

- Perhaps they still can.

We're good neighbors too.

Maybe we could trade our oars for some of their stores?

- We will need them for our expedition.

- But if we trade them, you won't have to go.

We'd have enough food.

- That's right.

And wouldn't you like to be here

to meet your baby when he comes?

- I will meet him on our return.

In any case we leave tomorrow.

I do not trade with cheats and thieves (growls).

(dramatic music)

- Oh.

(Halvar grumbling)

- Go on Vic.

- I'm sure Baltak didn't mean

the terrible things he said dad.

I think he was just grumpy.

(Halvar groans)

Actually I think the whole of Shlake might be grumpy.

And worried too.

Especially Morag.

- It doesn't matter my son.

- Really?

- Really, because Baltak will apologize for insulting us

or it will be war.

- Oh no!

Our parents were friends and their parents before them.

We cannot fight Shlake, not over oars and ropes.

- They should've thought of that earlier.

- Aha.

We might not have to mum.

But I'll need your help.

- Hmm.

(upbeat music)

- [Ylva] Thanks for joining Vic, Tjure.

(dramatic music)

(snoring)

- Huh?

Phew.

Uh huh.

(tense music)

(upbeat music)

(dramatic music)

- You have insulted my honor

and the honor of all Flake.

Take it back or we will be forced to make you.

- You are the one who should apologize.

Our gear is gone again!

(screams)

(screaming)

- Wait!

I will prove who the thief is, once and for all.

Look, there.

See.

I told you.

- Huh?

- [Vic] There's the thief.

- There's no one there.

Just that strange outline.

- But the thief was here.

And when he passed, he tripped the trap we laid.

Whoever stole your things was covered in ash.

- Oh.

(door opening)

(yawns)

- Oh.

- Morag.

(whimpers)

(gasps)

- It was you?

But why?

- Because she didn't want you to go.

She wanted you here when your baby comes.

- I didn't mean to cause so much trouble.

We just didn't have any food.

I'm so sorry Baltak.

(growls)

- No, I'm sorry dear wife.

I should've traded

and to you Halvar, my old friend,

you're not a thief.

You are the most honorable of all the vikings.

(sighs)

- No man should have to miss the birth of his son.

The day my glorious boy was born

was the greatest of my life.

- I know what you're thinking dad,

maybe he doesn't have to.

- Huh?

- If Shlake will lend us their new provisions,

they're oars and sails will

take us further than ever before.

And in return we will share all our of trade and treasure.

- Huh.

- Yes.

- That's exactly what I was thinking.

You really are my greatest treasure Vicky.

(vikings cheering)

(laughing)

(laughing)

- Ew.

(laughing)

(upbeat music)