In a barn on a tract of barren land outside of Kansas City, a cow is silently eating hay. A bright flash streaks across the sky. The barn explodes into flames leaving nothing but filet mignon and t-bone steaks. In the aftermath, blinking lights could be seen through the billowing smoke. The lights reveal a solid metal hull with what resembles a portal. The portal opens, and a duck rises out of the wreckage. "Quack," she exclaims in surprise. The smells of cooking meat and fuel fill the air. On inspecting the surrounding area, the duck leaves the barn in the direction of the nearest city. Yes, the duck can sense where the city is. Meanwhile, in this same city, a man with a shattered heart, Drosselmeyer, is musing over an incomplete story about a prince and a bird locked in mortal combat. Looking out the window, he sees a light in the distance. A foreboding feeling hangs in the air as he leaves his office with the overwhelming urge to investigate.
At the edge of the city, the duck meets the man. "Quack quack… quack," the duck angrily protests. Drosselmeyer disagrees. The duck attacks! Drosselmeyer barely escapes with his life in a cyclone of feathers and creepy duck teeth.
He barely makes it back to his office when he notices feathers on his desk chair. He is instantly struck with fear. He kicks the chair out from under his desk, and he is struck once more by his avian assailant. As a last-ditch effort, he ruffles through his desk for the answer he seeks. He pulls out a small box. On opening the box, the duck is surrounded by a strange glow. In the ensuing confusion, the duck transforms into a small girl. Needless to say, all parties involved are confused. The duck, or rather, the duck-girl, begins to dance with Drosselmeyer. Drosselmeyer, ever the entrepreneur decides to capitalize on this dancing duck-girl monstrosity. He sends her to a ballet academy to make him millions. And she did, quack.