Title: "Shrekalicious: The Live-Action Adventure" EXT. SHREK'S SWAMP - MORNING The sun rises over a tranquil, mist-covered swamp. Birds chirp melodiously until a roar unlike any other bellows from a nearby outhouse. The door bursts open, revealing TIMOTHEE CHALAMET as SHREK, squinting in the blinding morning sunshine. His lanky frame is a sharp contrast to the stout and rotund green ogre we all know and love. His skin is painted a vivid green, and his wild, curly locks are now a messy matte of ogreish grime. Timothee stands in all his lean glory, his posterior barely concealed by his hands as he lumbers towards a contraption rigged in the trees. His slim physique is a comedic mismatch for the character; where Shrek boasts burly protrusions, Timothee only has slight muscles and angular lines, but he's definitely trying, flexing with comedic effort whenever possible. With a yawn that could wake the dead, Timothee-as-Shrek saunters over to a suspicious-looking bucket hung precariously over a patch of sludgy swamp mud. He pulls the rope with an exaggerated flourish, and as the bucket tilts, thick, oozy mud cascades over him. The slim, gangly ogre begins rubbing the mud into his skin, the viscosity making slurping noises as he slathers himself. He then takes a handful of the swampy concoction, gargles it, and spits it out - a less-than-pleasant version of mouthwash. He trots over to a grimy mirror, fixed to the wall with what appears to be a mixture of hope and spider webs. Timothee-as-Shrek pulls a twig from the wall, now serving as a toothbrush, and dips it into a jar of slug slime. He brushes vigorously, flecks of 'toothpaste' flying every which way. With a final spit and rinse with more mud, he smiles broadly at his reflection. CRACK! The mirror can't handle the ogre-ness of it all and shatters into a spiderweb of cracked glass. Shrek looks impressed with himself, a small mud-covered wink to the audience as if to say, "Still got it." Cut to the pond, where Timothee-as-Shrek wades carelessly into the murky water. The contrast of his pale green painted legs against the dark water adds to the comedic spectacle. He sighs deeply, leaning back into the soothing murk as lily pads drift lazily by. A mischievous glint flashes in his eyes - he's about to do something ogre-ly. The soundtrack slows, a moment of silent anticipation, and then - PFFFFRRRBLLT! A monumental ogre fart bubbles to the surface, the water around him roiling with the ferocity of the swamp gas. Fish float to the top, their tiny fish faces frozen in shock. Timothee's expression is one of cheeky satisfaction. With surprising agility for a human Shrek, he scoops up the belly-up fish and tosses them into a sack with a twinkle in his eye. TIMOTHEE-AS-SHREK (cheerfully) Looks like extra fish tonight! He settles back into his makeshift bath, a king in his swampy domain, his life a carefree montage of swampy self-care, his day only beginning in the most ogreish of manners. The audience can't help but to erupt in laughter at the absurdity of it all as the scene fades to black. CUT TO: INT. SHREK'S SWAMP HOUSE - CONTINUOUS Timothee-as-Shrek sits at the table, looking at the laid-out fish with a contented sigh. TIMOTHEE-AS-SHREK (to audience, breaking the fourth wall) Lifestyle of the rich and famous, eat your heart out. And so begins the most unanticipated and bizarre adventure of 'Shrekalicious: The Live-Action Adventure,' setting the stage for a story that promises to be as oddly charming as its lean, green, not-so-mean lead.