Gru stood at the edge of the stage, his eyes fixed on the unexpected performer. Noah Jutila was in his element, clutching the microphone and passionately singing a heartfelt ballad titled *I Love You, Cute Girl*. The Minions, ever the enthusiastic audience, swayed along, some dramatically wiping away imaginary tears.
Margo leaned towards Gru, whispering with a raised eyebrow. "Who *is* this guy?"
"I don't know, but he is very… passionate," Gru replied, watching Noah sway dramatically. Meanwhile, Bob clutched his teddy bear tighter, sighing dreamily at the performance.
Noah strummed the final chord, his voice echoing through the backyard. "I loooove yoooou, cuuuuute giiiiirl!" he sang, his eyes opening to meet Margo's with a hopeful smile.
Agnes clapped enthusiastically. "I think he's really good!" she exclaimed. But Margo's face turned crimson as she sputtered, "Wait, *what?!*"
"Margo and Noah! Margo and Noah!" they chanted. Margo groaned, burying her face in her hands.
Gru shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Alright, everybody out of my backyard before I build a *real* villain lair under it!" he declared, trying to regain control of the situation.
Noah, undeterred, took a deep breath, clutching the microphone once more. "Encore?" he asked hopefully. But Gru was swift, dragging him off the stage as the Minions booed in disappointment. Margo shook her head, still flustered. "This is officially the weirdest night of my life," she muttered, her cheeks still a shade of red.
