Can Can run run.... duck?!! (HTTYD oneshot)

Can Can run run.... duck?!!

The theatre was bustling with activity for tonight's show. Stage hands were quickly affixing lights and doing final checks before showtime just as the performers were going through their material to make tonight's cabaret a success.

There was a group of female dancers who were busy practicing their high kicks, cartwheels and splits while laughing and joking. "Go Astrid" Several shouted as a blond woman did a set of pirouettes.

"I can easily out do that." Another blond laughed as the ladies 'Ooohed'

"Bring it Ruff." Astrid smirked.

"Astrid you know not to dare Ruff." Another admonished.

"Oh come on Heather. You know that we don't have to dare Ruffnut to do anything crazy." Astrid told the women who all laughed. "Especially if you remember last week."

"Oh I remember last week." Heather muttered. "Mr. Haddock had to come bail us out of jail."

"The fact that he did so without questioning it says volumes." was suddenly said.

"My point exactly Camicazi." Heather stated.

"Besides Ruffnut can't beat Astrid. She's our best dancer." Camicazi now smirked.

"Oh no...." Heather facepalmed as she saw the determined look in Ruffnut's eyes.

"Prepare to be amazed!" Ruffnut declared before walking to the center. They had a pretty wide practice area and Ruffnut planned to use it all.

"Go Ruffnut Go Ruffnut!!" The women were now chanting as Ruffnut began doing an impressive set of cartwheels. Unfortunately she noticed Chicken, their troupe's mascot, stroll about their practice area a little too late and tried to stop the cartwheel in time as to not squash the bird.

"AAH" Ruffnut yelled as she blundered the landing and fell to the floor. Chicken clucked wildly and flittered about as Ruffnut's heel barely missed the bird.

"Oh my gosh, Ruffnut are you alright!!" The women shouted as they and some stagehands tried to help her.

"Probably" Ruffnut answered before she winced as she tried to get up. "Nevermind. I think I sprained my ankle."

"What is going on here?" A voice boomed causing several stagehands to clear a path. The women saw Mr. Haddock, their Master of Ceremonies approach. Once he laid eyes on Ruffnut he asked "Are you alright?"

"Sprained ankle sir." Ruffnut muttered. "Don't think I'll be able to dance."

"Who let the chicken out?" Camicazi asked as she had grabbed the, probably traumatized, bird.

"I'm going to kill my brother, I told him to keep the damn bird in her cage." Ruffnut growled as the women assisted her. She sat down on a fold-up chair and inspected the damage. "Definitely sprained."

"I'm going to have to cancel your performance tonight ladies." Mr. Haddock told them and protests then rang loudly through the room.

"Wait Mr. Haddock. We can still make this work!" Heather said.

"And how are you going to do that?" He asked. "You need sixteen people for the act and you have no substitute."

"What if we find a substitute?" Camicazi asked.

"And teach them the routine in..... eight hours?" He asked checking his watch.

"Please sir" Astrid now begged. "We could work this out. We're a cabaret afterall. Expect the unexpected."

"Very well." Mr. Haddock mumbled. "But if you don't have a solution an hour before the show then I'll have to pull you from the line up." The women nodded and once he left they all broke out in a flurry of panic.