Wickie the Mighty Viking (Wickie und die starken Männer)

In there?

Uh, huh. The wolf snatched Birte and dragged her into the cave!

I don't wanna go in there. - Please, you've got to get her out!

Birte?

I've got her!

Run, Ylvi, run! Hide! - I don't know where!

Wickie And The Muscle Men

Faster, men! I'm faster than you.

Wait for me. All men on the roof!

They're back! - Yeah!

We write in the year of our Lord 1095.

In the far north live the Vikings. Their courage is respected.

Their raiding parties are feared. They rob and plunder day and night,

even on Sundays and holidays. When they return from their sea voyages

the women and children of Flake rejoice over the rich booty

which their men bring back home. My name is Ramon Martinez Congaz

from the Royal Spanish Dispatch Department. And this is my story.

Here, Faxe! For you. But no more all at once, OK?

Can't wait to see what I get this time! - With luck a good box on the ear.

Shut up, shrimp! - Thank you! We should do it again soon!

How'd ya like an oar down your throat?

Like to see you try! - Tiny Horns!

Yourself! - Yourself!

Ulme, when we torch a village more support from the read guard, OK?

Thanks for the tip, Chief. - Gorm.

Just wait! - I'm so happy!

Snorre? Tjure? - Father! Father!

Wickie! - That was my split!

Mine too! Father!

Wickie! - There's your split!

There you are, my boy. Come here! - Welcome home, Father!

We missed you so much! - That's good! Where's your mother?

In the kitchen! - That's even better! Did you bring me something?

Of course!

Look! I plundered it all for us! Pure gold and silver.

I can't figure out what this thing is, but it's great for scratching your head.

And that is salt! A whole sack full! - That's all fine and dandy,

but you shouldn't always bring the boy so much ice, Halvar!

Oh, come on, kids love ice, right? - Thanks, Father.

For you, wife, of course I also have a gift!

I can hardly wait to see you in them! - Ouch, that's hot!

I think so too. - And what an aroma. Smell it.

Boy, we have to talk

man to man. - Will you tell me about the last expedition?

No, it's about something else.

You're now approaching an age, when... Well, there are girls.

And boys. And there's a difference.

When you go with a girl into the woods, it can happen that...

Halvar? - Leave me alone!

It can happen that suddenly a wolf pops up!

Then it's completely normal that the girl runs away.

Girls can do that. Not boys! - Don't listen to him, Wickie!

Woman, keep out of this! This is men's business!

The washing women are snickering because my son ran away from a wolf!

Ah...

It's deja-vu! - What's that?

French.

He's making me the laughing stock of the village. - Our Wickie is a clever boy!

Feed me! Feed me! - Wickie! Birte!

He's a cowardly little brat! - But, but I only thought...

That's your problem! You think too much. Vikings need this

and not that! - I find that extremely intelligent on his part.

Eat something, sweetie. Thanks, mother.

What a boy I was at his age! All the way to Lapland

they marveled at me. I knew where the wolves were hiding.

I lay in ambush so that none escaped!

I never ran away from a wolf. They had only to see me from afar

to turn heels and run! - We had a peeper!

- Serve him right to lose an eye! - Such a one was I!

I couldn't be stopped! I showed no mercy. Always in pursuit!

I wasn't a weakling like my son! I drove them through the forest!

The fiercest of all I caught in a trap I built myself!

Therefore, rule number 1: You have a head so you can go through a wall with it!

Mark that well, my son! - That's some amazing salt you plundered!

For Mother, only the best! - It's sand!

What? - They cheated Halvar with sand!

What are you laughing at? - That wouldn't have happened to our Wickie,

who is much slyer than you! Muscles aren't everything!

That did it! A duel will show whether brains or muscles are stronger!

A what? A real duel between men!

What do you say, son? No chickening out!

OK--but no boxing or stuff like that!

No, much better.

In accordance with an old Viking tradition we're going to have a stone duel.

The rules are very simple. Get the stones over the brook,

over to the goal flags!

Whoever gets his pile of stones over first is the winner.

That's easy. - Don't count your chickens before they hatch.

You may not be helped by any other Viking. Understood?

Yeah, I'm not stupid. - If I win

can I get a real Viking helmet? - Little knee-high wants his own helmet!

I want to be a real Viking. You have to start early.

Did you hear that? - He wants a helmet!

If you win today, my boy, then you'll get more helmets

than I have kooties in my beard! - How could he carry so many?

Agreed?

We are agreed, the bet is on And welshers will be spat upon.

Get ready, men. On your mark, get set...

How's it goin', Wickie? Not enough brains, huh?

Go, Wickie! show them! - Hey, Wickie,

We could have a flower picking contest! You'd win hands down!

Hm... Hm...

I've got it!

What's he doing now? - He's messed in his pants!

The kid is really clever. - What? Just think about it.

With what?

Typical. He can play with Gessi the ox, but he sure can't do any work.

Whatever. All the same to me.

Wickie, Wickie, Wickie... Oh.

That is my son!

Wickie. Wickie, Wickie...

Quiet!

I won! Or is anyone here of a different opinion?

Who else?

My stones got there first. - You had help!

From him!

That was against the rules! - Our ox is no Viking!

Is so! He has horns! So he's a real Viking, just like me!

You're an ox, all right. OK, give Wickie his helmet. You promised him!

I'll never be a real Viking. - I'm entirely certain

that you will! - I dunno. Father always says

a Viking has to be strong and brave. I don't understand

why Vikings have to run around shouting so much. If you want to rob foreigners

you could at least ask them first. - We can't ask foreigners.

We don't know any foreign languages. - Bulli and Balli understand me.

And they're seals!

Sometimes I think they're the only ones who understand me.

But I understand you too. You have to hold fast to your dreams,

then they come true. I have a dream too. - Really? What is it?

I'd like to fly, just like those sea gulls!

That'd be cool. If I only knew how they do it.

If they can do it, with their little brains, it can't be all that hard.

Wait a minute! - Where're you going now?

I've gotta try something out! - But the village festival is about to begin!

Do you wanna fly, or not? - He is so sweet.

Tjure! - Here.

We interrupt this brawl for a brief announcement.

We drink to our dear Chief, to Halvar of Flake,

who has made all of this possible! It isn't easy to steal everything

from fierce foreigners, to snuff out the existence of peace loving people

and destroy everything they hold sacred. But he's managed.

I'm so happy! - Men...

and ladies, that was the most successful raid of all time!

The grain alone will last the rest of our lives!

I haven't got that much more left. - Ramon Martinez Congaz,

from the Royal Spanish Dispatch Service. You said you have never been so successful.

By what percentage have your profits accrued during the last fiscal quarter?

What did he say? - Good. I'll write down 95 percent.

Yes!

Where's Wickie gone to? I made him a special kiddie platter.

He's probably moping around someplace. - Yeah.

Why couldn't my boy be like them? - Because he's got something upstairs!

Ha, Wickie's stood you up?

He's playing our song.

Oh, shit! Ylvi? - Thanks, Wickie.

I've always wanted one! Why weren't you at the party?

I worked through the whole night. Come, I want to show you something!

Can you really fly with that? - I don't know if it works or not.

So I wanted to try it out before I embarrass myself in front of everybody.

Just make sure you don't let go! - Got it. Just a sec!

I made this for you. - Oh, a Viking needs a sword!

Wow. Thanks, Ylvi. It's unbelievably practical!

You're welcome.

Hold tight!

Oh, my!

Faster, Wickie

Look out, log! -What? Jump over the log!

Ah!

Wow, wow, wow. Wow.

Yes, ha, ha, ha! - Hey, you're flying!

Don't let go! - Oh! Sorry!

Boy, would Father be surprised!

How far can you see? - To the village square. To the fire reef.

Wow! From up here you can just about see everything.

What's wrong, Wickie? - A ship's approaching!

And it doesn't look friendly! - Is that a joke?

No! We gotta get to the watch tower and warn the village. - OK!

Wait, Ylvi, come back!

Hey, wake up! We're being attacked!

Ylvi!

Hurry! We're under attack! - I drank the whole night through!

Ma...Ma...

Ma... Ma...

Ma...Masks on!

Ah!

The Vikings were taken by surprise. They had partied through the entire night,

thanks to which their defenses were reduced by 95 percent.

Wickie had stupidly gotten himself caught in a tree with his kite.

He had to watch helplessly as his village Flake was overrun.

Halvar and his men fought on bravely far into the night.

They could not prevent the disaster.

The foreign horde had stolen from the Vikings what they loved the most.

The children! - The barbarians!

Barbarians don't act like that. - They must have been demons!

Yes! they had a gruesome ship! - And weird faces.

Worse than Snorre's! - Come on, demons!

Cut out the nonsense! - No, they might be right.

There is a terrifying legend about the ghost ship with the black sail.

It rose long ago out of the great waterfall at the edge of the world.

It wandered over the sea, always in search of innocent children