The bustling energy in Duckburg's community center was palpable. It was the annual Duckburg Song and Dance Competition, and the crowd's anticipation filled the air. Families, friends, and neighbors had poured in to see the best and brightest of Duckburg showcase their talents. Among the competitors? None other than Webby Vanderquack, Lena Sabrewing, and Violet Apollonia Sabrewing—the inseparable trio of adventurers, ready to step out of their usual treasure-hunting escapades and into the limelight.
This time, it wasn't about relics or defeating villains. It was about music, dance, and a little pizzazz. And oh boy, did they have a show planned.
*
Backstage, the trio huddled near the costume rack. Webby, her bright pink bow bouncing slightly as she practically vibrated with excitement.
"Okay, team!" she chirped, her voice brimming with energy. "This is it. We've practiced for weeks. We've got the choreography locked down. And we have the best song ever! Are you ready to SHAKE those tail feathers?!"
Lena, leaning casually against the wall with her signature smirk, rolled her eyes in mock exasperation. "Webs, you've asked that like, ten times in the last five minutes. But yeah, I'm ready to knock their socks off. Literally." She gave her feathery tail a little wiggle as if warming up.
Webby clasped her hands together, practically bouncing. "I can't believe this is happening! Somebody pinch me—I need to know this isn't a dream!"
Lena raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. "You sure about that?"
"Totally! Go ahead!" Webby insisted, her eyes wide with excitement.
Without missing a beat, Lena reached over and gave Webby a quick pinch right on her rump.
"YEEP!" Webby let out a startled squawk, jumping a foot in the air. Her feathers fluffed up dramatically, and she spun around to glare at Lena, her cheeks turning a noticeable shade of pink as she rubbed her butt. "NOT THERE!"
Lena burst out laughing, clutching her sides. "Hey, you asked for it! I was just being thorough," she claimed. "By the way, I never noticed this, but that's quite the butt you've got, Webby! I can only imagine how much attention you must get from the guys."
As Lena continued to flash her a teasing grin, Webby covered her now pinker looking face with both hands. "Could you please not? Hearing that really makes me really self-conscious…" she moaned in embarrassment.
Lena laughed a little. "Hey, sorry."
Webby huffed, crossing her arms, but the corners of her beak twitched with a smile. "Fine, fine. Let's just focus on the performance, okay?"
"Sure thing, Webinator," Lena teased, still grinning as she gave Webby a friendly pat on the bum. "But that pinch definitely got you warmed up."
Webby playfully glared at Lena again and stuck her tongue out at her.
Violet, who had been quietly standing nearby, raised a hand to her beak to stifle a chuckle. "I believe that earlier pinch confirmed you are, indeed, awake," she teased, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Webby sighed, her cheeks still slightly red from the earlier incident. "Yep. Sure does. Hey, what do you think?" she asked, gesturing to the stage setup with a hopeful smile.
Violet squinted a little, rubbing her chin as she approached Webby, her mind clearly racing with thoughts. To Webby's surprise, Violet suddenly got behind her, bending over to stare intently at Webby's plump rear, her beak mere inches away.
"Uh, Violet? What are you doing?" Webby squeaked, her eyes widening as her face turned an even brighter shade of red.
Violet, completely engrossed in her analysis, began to speak in her usual analytical tone. "You know, from a biomechanical perspective, your posterior has some interesting attributes. The curvature, for instance, is quite pronounced, which is typical of waterfowl species. It aids in buoyancy when swimming and provides balance during terrestrial locomotion."
She paused for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she continued her examination. "Furthermore, the muscle distribution is quite fascinating. The gluteal muscles, which make up the bulk of the posterior, are well-developed. This is indicative of a healthy, active lifestyle. In ducks, these muscles are particularly important for powerful paddling motions in water."
Violet then leaned in a bit closer, her beak almost touching Webby's rear as she continued her detailed description. "The feathers covering your posterior are also worth noting. They are dense and well-oiled, providing excellent waterproofing. This is crucial for maintaining body temperature and preventing water from reaching the skin during swimming."
She finally straightened up, her eyes still focused on Webby's rear as she concluded her analysis. "Lastly, the coloration and pattern of your feathers can play a role in mate selection. While it's more pronounced in male ducks, females also exhibit certain patterns that can be attractive to potential mates. So, in a way, one could contend that, from a biological standpoint, your posterior is not merely attractive but also possesses an element of allure."
Violet's detailed and lengthy description left Webby blushing furiously, her eyes wide with embarrassment. "Not what I meant!" she managed to cry out, surprising Violet.
Violet hurriedly tried to correct herself, flapping her wings nervously. "I mean, your butt is cute… or, I mean, sexy…" She winced, her face flushing as she realized how awkward that sounded.
Lena, who had been watching the whole exchange with a bemused expression, chimed in with a smirk. "I think Webby was talking about our chances of winning, not her… uh, anatomy."
Violet's eyes went wide in realization, and she quickly turned to Webby, her embarrassment growing. "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to make it weird!"
Webby laughed, waving her hands dismissively, still blushing but clearly amused now. "It's fine! Just… let's focus on the performance, okay?"
"Right! Performance!" Violet echoed, her voice a little too high-pitched as she tried to shake off the awkwardness.
Lena chuckled, shaking her head. "You two are something else."
With that, the trio shared a laugh, the moment of embarrassment quickly forgotten as they prepared to take the stage, ready to shine.
*
When the announcer called their names—"The Tail Feather Trio!"—the crowd erupted into cheers. The trio stepped out onto the stage, the bright lights casting a golden glow over their outfits. Webby waved enthusiastically at the audience, Lena gave a confident nod, and Violet offered a polite smile.
The music started with a funky beat, and the girls took their positions. Webby stood in the center, Lena to her left, and Violet to her right. As the first notes of "Shake a Tail Feather" rang out, the trio began to sway in unison, their movements fluid and precise.
Webby kicked off the first verse with gusto, her voice clear and full of enthusiasm:
"Come on, girls, shake your tail feathers, here we go!"
As she sang, she turned around and playfully wiggled her feathery tail, earning a wave of laughter and applause from the crowd. Lena and Violet joined in for the chorus, harmonizing beautifully:
"Come on, let me see you shake your tail feather,
Do it right, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby!"
The choreography was electric. The trio spun, twisted, and—of course—shook their tail feathers from side to side in perfect synchronization. The audience couldn't get enough of it. Violet added some extra flair by doing quick, elegant turns that made her feathers shimmer under the stage lights. Meanwhile, Lena brought her edgy charisma, throwing in a few cool spins, playful self-spanks and finger snaps that matched the rhythm perfectly.
Webby, being the ball of energy she always was, bounced across the stage, her movements exaggerated and full of charm. She wiggled her tail feathers with such enthusiasm that the audience erupted into cheers and laughter.
When they hit the bridge of the song—"Twist it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby!"—the girls stepped forward in a line, each taking turns to show off their moves. Webby did a dramatic twist, Lena did a flashy shimmy, and Violet executed a precise pirouette that ended in a tail feather shake that had the entire crowd clapping along.
*
As the song neared its end, the girls went all out. They moved together in a tight formation, their choreography building to a crescendo. Webby led the final chorus with her infectious energy:
"Come on, let me see you shake your tail feather,
Do it right, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby!"
Lena and Violet joined in, their voices blending seamlessly as they belted out the last lines. After which, they turned away and practically mooned the audience as they struck their final pose, bending so low that their beaks nearly touched the stage and their tails sticking up in the air.
The crowd went wild. Cheers, whistles, and applause filled the room as the trio turned back around and beamed at the audience, their hearts racing from the adrenaline of the performance.
*
Backstage, the girls were buzzing with excitement. Webby was practically bouncing off the walls. "Did you see their faces?! They LOVED us! We totally nailed it!"
Lena grinned, her usual cool demeanor softening. "Yeah, I guess we weren't half bad. But let's be real—my tail feather moves stole the show."
Violet gave a small, satisfied smile. "The statistical likelihood of us winning is now significantly higher. That was exhilarating."
Just then, the announcer's voice came over the speakers. "And the winners of the Duckburg Song and Dance Competition are… The Tail Feather Trio!"
The girls erupted into cheers, hugging each other tightly. Webby's eyes sparkled with joy as she exclaimed, "WE WON! This is the best day EVER!"
*
The trophy was shiny and golden, shaped like a musical note with tiny feathers engraved on its base. As the girls stood on the stage, holding their prize and basking in the applause, they knew this was a moment they'd never forget. Sure, they'd fought monsters, traveled the world, and unearthed ancient treasures—but this? This was something special.
And as they posed for a photo and proudly displayed their rears, their tail feathers still wiggling with pride, one thing was certain: The Tail Feather Trio had officially shaken their way into Duckburg history.
At the Duckburg Song and Dance Competition, families, friends, and neighbors gather to witness the talents of Duckburg's best, including Webby Vanderquack, Lena Sabrewing, and Violet Apollonia Sabrewing—an adventurous trio transitioning from treasure hunting to spotlight.
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