Ogres are like onions.

They have LAYERS.

In the middle of a licorice forest, a burnt corpse began to stir. The massive figure had been assumed dead by competitors who had passed. Boy, were they wrong.

The burnt green ogre began to shudder violently. It looked as though it were trapped in some invisible cage, trying to break free.

The single eye opened with a crackling noise, the crusted eyelids parting.

Soon, cracks began to form all around the ogre's body.

"Shrek is love. Shrek is life," a voice whispered.

The ogre began to move, pieces of its figure falling away.

"SHREK IS LOVE. SHREK IS LIFE," the voice stated proudly.

The creature was muttering something incomprehensible, foam falling from its mouth as it began to get up. More chunks of skin fell away, as if the ogre was shedding.

"SHREK IS LOVE! SHREK IS LIFE!" the voice yelled.

Shrek emerged from his burnt layer, as good as new. Better, in fact.

He laughed heartily. His eye was back. The omnitrix had shed away, but that did not matter. Shrek was back, and it was time for him to end this once and for all.

Bending over, Shrek's bottom began to rumble.

"ALRIGHT, LASSIES! TIME TO FACE THE OGRELORD!" he shouted.

A massive green cloud erupted from Shrek's bum, and he was launched into the air.

He rocketed above candyland, and saw a massive fire from afar.

"That doesn't look good. Better check it out," Shrek said, banking sharply to the left.