Title: **Shrek Scott: The Woz Swamp Serenade** [The skit opens to a misty morning at a seemingly tranquil pond surrounded by lush, green wilderness. The air is fresh, birds chirp melodiously, and the sun is just peeping over the horizon. Suddenly, the calm is broken by the unmistakable opening riff to "All Star" by Smash Mouth. The camera pans over to reveal SCOTT THE WOZ, conspicuously waist-deep in the pond, au naturel, save for a strategically placed loofah. He's got the stance of a man untroubled by the conventions of society, confidently scrubbing away with the loofah, a beatific smile on his face.] Scott (singing exuberantly): "Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me..." [Scott is the very picture of unconventional bliss, his physique surprisingly sculpted, muscles gently flexing with every enthusiastic scrubbity-scrub. The camera lingers just a moment too long on his posterior, which might just be the eighth wonder of the world according to the way the sun hits it just right, casting a halo that would make an angel envious.] CUT TO: [A close-up of Scott as he reaches the crescendo of the chorus. His expression changes suddenly from joy to mild apprehension. The camera zooms out rapidly to reveal his waist-deep position in the pond once more.] Scott (voice slightly strained but still in tune): "Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming..." [He feels it. The unmistakable rumble in the depths of his gut, like distant thunder forewarning of an impending storm. Scott, ever the professional, tries to maintain composure. He attempts to subtly shift his stance, hoping beyond hope to silently release the brewing tempest.] CUT TO: [The camera is now underwater, showing a picturesque view of vibrant fish swimming lazily. Suddenly, the serene aquatic ballet is disrupted by a series of bubbles ascending from the depths. They burst at the surface, releasing a noxious fume.] CUT BACK TO: [Scott, attempting to continue his song as if nothing is amiss, but there's a twinkle of mischief in his eye. The loofah continues its dance, but even as he hits the high notes, a few fish float belly-up, victims of the toxic bubble barrage.] Scott (singing, ignoring the aquatic casualties): "...your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb..." [A beat passes, then Scott, acknowledging the situation with a deadpan delivery that only adds to the comedy, looks directly into the camera.] Scott: "Whoops, guess I won't be invited to the underwater kingdom's ball this year." [He shrugs, a nonchalant grin spreading across his face, and continues his pond concert, unabashed and free, the epitome of a man who finds joy in the simplest things--even if that means causing a minor ecological disaster.] CUT TO: [The camera pans out to a wider shot of the pond and its surroundings, the joyful strains of "All Star" fading into the sound of nature, with just the occasional unfortunate fish making a beeline away from Scott's personal concert area.] Narrator (vo): "And so, our hero, Scott the Woz, learned a valuable lesson about aquatic life and bubble emissions. But more importantly, he discovered the unmatched freedom of pond-singing, a hobby he'd passionately pursue each dawn...with maybe a little more digestion control." [Screen fades to black, with the sounds of nature and the faint hum of "All Star" providing a whimsical end to the skit.] THE END