Shrek, the unlikely guest star, stood at the center of the stage, his green skin contrasting with the sea of blue Smurfs. The audience was a blur of tiny hats and cheerful faces, eagerly awaiting the show. "Are ye ready for a bit o' fun?" He boomed, his voice echoing through the hall as he began to sing the familiar Smurfs theme song with unexpected gusto.
From the back of the hall, a figure clad in black armor moved silently through the crowd. Darth Vader, his presence as chilling as the void of space, advanced toward the stage, his cape trailing behind him like a shadow. The Smurfs, oblivious to the danger, continued to cheer for Shrek's performance.
Shrek, lost in the melody, didn't notice the dark figure approaching from behind. The Smurfs' cheers turned to confused murmurs as they noticed Darth Vader ascending the stage. The lights above flickered, casting eerie shadows over the hall. The tension was palpable, a sense of impending doom hanging in the air.
With a swift motion, Darth Vader ignited his lightsaber, its crimson blade humming ominously. The light bathed the stage in a blood-red hue, and the Smurfs gasped in unison, their excitement replaced by fear. Shrek, finally aware of the danger, turned just in time to see the dark figure looming over him.
Darth Vader delivered a swift and fatal blow, and Shrek stumbled, his song silenced. The room fell into a stunned silence, the Smurfs frozen in disbelief. The echo of the lightsaber's hum faded away, leaving behind a haunting stillness. As Darth Vader turned to leave, the reality of the moment settled over the crowd, a strange mixture of awe and sadness lingering in the air.
