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( seagulls squawk )
SAM: You lied!
You said you were going to keep the Book in the bag
at all times!
I didn't take it out, I swear!
How did it get out?
I don't know.
It was in my backpack
between my French homework and half a burrito.
The next minute it was hopping around
on the bed like a Chihuahua.
I can't explain it.
Call it back--
whistle, do something.
This beach is freezing!
JOE: At least it's empty.
Not entirely.
I think someone's buried here.
Wait a minute.
This isn't a tombstone.
It's a rune stone.
A wha...?
Runes-- they're the Viking form of writing.
Vikings, hmm...
Now, those guys had horns on their helmets, right?
No, that's just from comics and stuff.
But they did have swords and shields.
And pointy spears.
And really, really big axes, right?
( impatiently ): Yes, yes, yes.
They had all sorts of cool weapons.
But they weren't just these bloodthirsty raiders;
they were great sailors,
successful traders, explorers.
Hey, why are you guys so interested
in Vikings all of a sudden?
Because they're landing on the beach.
( Vikings shout )
( shrieks )
Vikings!
Why is he so freaked?
He said they weren't bloodthirsty raiders.
Actually, I think he said
they weren't just bloodthirsty raiders.
They could have been bloodthirsty raiders
every now and then.
Like on weekends and holidays?
Like now!
Be careful what you wish for.
BAND: ? Go! There they go ?
? Three boys surfing on the time continuum ?
? There they go ?
? The green mist fills the air ?
? The Book could take them anywhere. Go! ?
? ? ?
( electric guitars playing steady beat )
? Go! There they go ?
? Three girls warping, time is 2105 ?
? There they go ?
? You can catch a ride with the Time Warp Trio. Go! ?
? Traveling through history... ?
( ticking )
? ? ?
? With the Time Warp Trio ?
? Go! ?
JOE: You're probably wondering how we ended up on a beach,
about to be trampled
by a boatload of, yes, bloodthirsty Vikings.
It all started with a harmless video game,
which wasn't so harmless if you happen to own a book
that can warp the space-time continuum...
which I do.
All clear!
In! In! In!
( grunting )
Fred, you swear Mike doesn't mind us
playing with his video games?
Yeah, yeah, I swear.
But if he shows up,
we go out the window and down the fire escape.
Uh, Sam, you take first watch.
Me?
No. No way!
I've seen your brother!
He could bench-press my whole family!
But we're playing "Viking Smash Fest"
and you hate football.
You said we were going to play "Elf Quest II: Return to Valhalla."
We'll play that next.
Just use a code word if you see Mike coming, like, uh...
Thursday.
Code word "Thursday."
( quavers ): Code word "Thursday."
COMPUTER: Viking Smash Fest!
Choose your team and feel the pain!
I call the Giants.
No, I'm the Giants.
I'm always the Giants.
JOE: You got them last time!
FRED: It's my brother's room!
( quavers ): Thursday!
We'll shoot for it.
FRED: I'm evens.
BOTH: Once, twice, three.
Shoot! Shoot!
( whispers ): Thursday.
Once, twice, three...
Book!
What?
JOE: I said don't use the Book without asking!
Thursday.
I didn't touch it!
Thursday!
Yeah, right.
And no one takes it out of the bag, unless...
SAM: Thursday!
It's on the bed! It's on the bed!
Stay still!
Thursday!
Bad book!
Thursday!
( screams ): Thursday!
( all yelp and shout )
Get it! Grab it!
No!
( all grunting )
This isn't working.
We need a plan.
Huddle!
Sam fades right, Joe goes long and I rush the end zone.
Ready?
Hut! Hut! Hut!
( all grunt and groan )
( peeps )
( casually ): These are not natives.
They must be foreigners,
come to invade our fair Greenland!
I guess we're in Greenland.
It's not very green.
Or fair.
Silence, foreigners!
Leif, let's sacrifice these three sea rats
to our mighty god Odin
in thanks for our safe return.
( growls )
I don't know, Grim Snake-in-the-Grass.
It's not much of a sacrifice.
He's right.
We're terrible sacrifices.
Then again, I guess something is better than nothing.
Okay, let's sacrifice them.
Okay, guys, you two tackle the redhead;
I'll head-butt Fuzzface.
That'll never work; they have weapons!
Got a better idea?
( clears throat )
Good evening, Vikings and gentlemen!
I, Joe the Magnificent,
will now dazzle you with a spine-tingling,
eye-opening, neck-saving display of magic!
We're toast.
You, a puny foreigner, know magic?
Hah!
Prove it!
Okay, okay, um...
I'll make myself as heavy as a stone--
so heavy, that no man can lift me.
Observe!
Now, have your strongest man
lift me by my elbows.
Bjorn Inabarn!
( all laugh )
( laughing uproariously )
That's the trick?
What about the bendy pencil
or the bouncing hanky?
Anything's better than that!
Just wait.
Thank you, my good Viking.
You may put me down now.
Hocus pocus, Culpepper and Moss,
make me as strong as Fran Tarkington.
Uh... now try it again.
( grunting )
The foreigner has put on weight.
I don't understand.
They must be evil druids!
( men gasp )
Kill them!
( Leif laughs )
Relax, Grim the Gullible.
They're just fools.
We'll bring them back to Brattahlid.
They will amuse my father.
( grumbles )
JOE: Brattahlid probably wasn't such a bad place
if you happened to like fatty strips of roasted seal meat.
But we didn't,
so there was only one solution: find the Book and fast!
( toots flute )
Brave Leif, son of Erik, in Ireland raised battle flags.
One thousand men he slew, blood flooded every crag.
Arrows rained and spear tips fell.
Bold Leif's sword never sagged.
Wide eyed, his skald saw all-faithful Snorri Vyndbag!
( Vikings hoot )
Did you really kill a thousand men?
Nah, Snorri just likes to make me look good.
He's my personal poet.
Dad got him for me.
So, Leif, what'd you get your old man in Ireland?
Grim, bring me my treasure!
( grumbles )
( muttering ): Bossy, spoiled, son of the chief.
Oh!
( grumbles )
To my good friend Sven Knutson, I give one seal skin.
To his son, Ham Svenson, I give this narwhal horn.
And to his son, Knut Hamson, I give a peacock feather.
Boots for Sven Ittreins.
And nothing for Inga Normee.
Sorry, Inga.
Check it out.
If Sam was your dad, you'd be called Fred Samson.
No way.
If Sam was my dad, I'd be called Fred the Ugly.
You're right!
So that means I'm Sam Walterson
because my dad's name is Walter.
And you're Joe Johnson...
and he's Leif Erikson.
Leif Erikson?
Guys, that's Leif Erikson!
He's the first European to sail to North America!
No way. That was Columbus.
Actually, no.
Leif led the Vikings there 500 years before Columbus
was even born.
He doesn't exactly seem the explorer type.
And this funny hat I keep for myself.
( chuckles )
( clears throat )
Oh, yeah, this is for you, Dad.
( gasps )
Got it off a shepherd.
Don't know what it is, though.
( sniffing )
Smells pretty good.
Wonder what it tastes like.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
You don't know where it's been.
And besides, it's not a sandwich, it's a book.
And it's not just any book; it's the Book.
"Book"? "Book"?
Yeah, you know, uh, you read it.
They have words in them, on pages, see?
Hmm, picture!
JOE: Actually...
that's a map.
See?
This is Greenland.
That's not Greenland!
This is Greenland!
What Joe means, Mr. Erikson,
is that this squiggly thing represents Greenland,
and this squiggly thing represents North America--
a new landmass, to the west--
just waiting to be discovered
by a brave Viking like yourself.
Huh, maybe that's the place
old Bjarni Herjolfsson was talking about when he got lost.
GRIM: Hah!
These silly foreigners are filling your head
with stories, Leif.
Here, drink!
To Leif!
( Vikings cheer )
( snickers )
( men snoring loudly )
( whispers ): Okay...
The Book is in Leif's treasure chest.
Now, where's the chest?
I think I saw him drag it over by his bed.
He's not here.
It's just his wife and three Leiflets.
Psst! Over here.
( murmuring and snoring )
( all grunting )
( rattling )
( chest dragging across floor )
( snoring )
Hey, he can't do that.
That's Leif's chest.
Yeah, with my Book in it.
Mmm... treasure...
Eep!
( mumbling )
LEIF: Wha... What?!
Huh?
By Thor's hammer...
you will pay!
I, Erik the Red,
founder of this fair land,
do hereby call the Thing to order.
We shall now vote
on whether the foreigners are innocent or guilty
of stealing Leif's treasure. ( growling )
Huh, I guess a "Thing" is sort of a like a trial.
See? I told you the Vikings were saner
and more rational than people give them credit for.
All those who think they're guilty raise their hand.
ERIK: It is settled.
I object, Mr. The-Red!
We're innocent!
Grim took Leif's treasure!
Huh? Have you any proof?
Well... no, but it's... it's true.
I swear on...
on Odin!
Odin!
One does not swear lightly on the most sacred of gods!
( stammering )
There is another way to prove your innocence.
Our strongest man will fight your strongest man.
No problemo.
Bring him on.
Relax-- you'll just dazzle him
with that magic trick again.
Bjorn, go get your brother.
( rock crunching )
( all gulp loudly )
VIKING: Leif!
Come quick!
Someone's stealing your ship!
GRIM: Hey, look what I have, Leif!
( Grim laughing )
Now who's going to be the big explorer
and discover the New World?!
( laughing triumphantly )
( growling )
He's got the Book!
How are we going to get home now?
And Grim is going to discover America!
History will be rewritten!
We could wind up unborn!
Who cares about history?!
That snake-in-the-grass has my treasure!
LEIF: Sven, Knut, Bjorn-prepare my other ship!
And put in three extra life vests-- we're coming, too!
( thunder crashing )
JOE: Sam was right about the Vikings being amazing sailors.
Leif actually seemed to enjoy rough seas.
( Leif whooping and laughing )
( cackling )
( screaming )
JOE: When the storms died down,
we tried to help out around the ship.
Sam was Leif's assistant navigator.
Okay, left here.
No, I... I mean, right!
Not that much!
Move your head!
You're blocking Venus!
SAM: Right!
Left!
Make up your mind!
JOE: Fred tried his hand at some scaldic poetry...
All right, hat-headed sea-rat,
let's see what you've learned.
Stinky, blond nose-picker
With thin goatee on chin
Tries to teach real poet to butcher verse
like him.
( toots flute ) Hmm!
JOE: And I helped with the rowing.
JOE: Yep, it was pretty smooth sailing--
until we ran into some company.
( horn blaring outside )
( blasting horn )
Hey, Leif, you mind practicing your horn a little later?
It's kind of early.
Arise, trees of the Valkyries, and prepare for battle!
( Vikings shouting )
Battle?
Someone said "battle"!
What's the score? Are we winning?
I don't even know who we're fighting.
FRED: It's Grim!
Whoo-hoo!
We're going home!
Yeah.
In pieces.
Those guys outnumber us two to one.
( gulps )
We better wake Sam.
Hello!
Earth to Sam!
Come on, Sleeping Beauty.
We're about to be attacked!
Huh?
What? Where... where is everyone?
( growling )
( ships crashing; boys shouting )
( Vikings shouting lustily )
( swords ringing )
( Sam straining )
Hey, Joe, Fred, I could use a hand!
We're over here!
FRED: Walk left!
SAM: Which left? My left? Your left?
Be specific.
( Sam shouting )
FRED: We've got to help him.
I think someone's got to help us first.
Look!
( bellowing )
Hey, everyone,
free mead!
Mead?!
( men laughing heartily )
( spears whistling )
SAM: Whoa...!
( ship creaking )
( Sam sniffing )
SAM: Something's burning.
Fire! Fire!
( screaming )
Look!
Leif has a berserker!
( screaming )
He'll kill us all!
( Sam screaming )
FRED: Whoo-hoo!
All right, yeah!
Show 'em who's the bear!
Get 'em Sam, get 'em!
Your men are retreating, Grim.
Give up!
Okay, you win!
( Grim grunts )
( Leif howls )
Whoa!
( wood creaking )
( grunts; groans )
( cheering )
Whew, that's better.
It was hot in that thing!
Did I miss something?
Miss something? Are you kidding?
You saved the day with that mad berserker act!
I did?
I-I mean, of course I did.
( clears throat )
Yup, it was all part of my plan.
( Leif shrieks )
No...!
My treasure!
SAM: Um, Joe?
Isn't the Book in there?
Yeah.
Well, what happens
if it gets, you know, burnt to a crisp?
I guess we're about to find out.
( all screaming )
JOE: It's a good question.
What would happen if time were somehow destroyed?
Good thing Leif had his double-ply
walrus-hide gloves with him.
( chest hissing; boys cheering )
Uh-oh.
( water gurgling )
( chest thuds )
It hit a sandbar.
LEIF: That can only mean one thing-- land!
( chirping )
What did you say this place was called?
Well, it's definitely North America,
but I'm not sure where, exactly.
Maybe Newfoundland or Nova Scotia?
Ah, not very catchy names, are they?
I think I'll call it "Vinland."
Makes you think of grapes and wine.
I hate to break it to you, Leif,
but I don't think that's a grape.
True, but "Poisonous Berryland"
isn't going to bring in the tourists.
( footsteps approaching )
For fighting bravely
and guiding me to this new land,
you may choose one item of my treasure.
We'll take this ax.
I want to keep this bearskin.
( Joe clears throat )
Guys, aren't you forgetting something?
Oh, yeah-we'll take that.
Okay, buddy, bring us home.
Fred needs pizza and a hot shower.
Pronto!
Um, right...
Home, Book, home!
( tapping in distance )
Oh, great, just great!
I can't spend the rest of my life with Vikings!
They don't read, they eat seals, everyone has a mustache.
Would you quit banging
that rock?!
You're giving me a migraine!
Hey-- those look like the same runes
we saw when we landed in Greenland.
Maybe they'll tell us how to get home.
What does it say, Bjorn?
"Vikings were here.
"The year 1001.
Thor's Day."
"Thor's Day"?
That kind of sounds like...
Wait a minute, it is!
Thor's Day is Thursday, and Thursday is today!
( whooping and shouting )
Vinlanders-- lots of them!
Back to the ship!
Leif the bold, Leif the brave,
Discovered fair Vinland,
And crushed 50 natives
With one blow of his hand!
( arrows splashing into water )
Guys, wait up, it's Thursday!
Okay, Joe, today's Thursday, and you know what?
If we run, we might live to see Friday.
No! Don't you get it?
We warped back in time on a Thursday!
It was the code word, so I kept saying it.
And if saying Thursday brought us here,
maybe it can take us home!
It's worth a shot...
ALL: Thursday... Thursday...
Thursday!
( whooshing )
It worked!
Look, no holes!
I'm not even bruised!
( Mike growling softly )
Mike's room...
Mike's video games!
Easy, bro!
We've got a mad berserker on our side!
( growls feebly )
( roars )
( yelps )
MIKE: Come back here,
you little twerp!
FRED: See ya, Mike the Too Late!
JOE: Mighty Armpit Sniffer!
FRED: Reindeer-brains!
Breaker of Wind!
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