The big dumb idiots carried a potato sack through a small planet in the middle of bumblefuck nowhere. They had found the sack at the bottom of the galaxy's biggest sewer pipe, perfectly unharmed, which they then took through Potatoland and finally, to Exegol.

All the big dumb idiots starting singing merrily.

Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness,
Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve…

The big dumb idiots carried the potato sack down through the halls of the giant box in the middle of the ocean, doing the coffin dance as they walked. We do be vibing though, they thought.

Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the Sheev.

They carried the potato sack through the halls of Montezuma and the shores of Tripoli.

Bringing in the Sheev, bringing in the Sheev.
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the Sheev.

The potato sack was placed on the ground and the contents plopped out similar to how a green turd plops into the Jumbo John after a long day of eating Shrek Yogurt. Raggedy Ann dolls covered the floor.

Bringing in the Sheev, bringing in the Sheev,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the Sheev!

"Somehow, I returned," Sheev said.

"Great, what do we do now, Your Thiccness?"

"Prop me up as a marionette and swing me around like a ragdoll, that'll be intimidating! And make sure I never touch the ground, either, so I'm just constantly floating in the air being flung around by a big metal arm."

"Already done, Your Sheevity. We opened your If I Ever Get Betrayed And Murdered By the Apprentice I've Been Training to Betray and Murder Me diary. Most of the diary was just your dream journal, though."

"What can I say, I love me some good Taylor Lautner," Sheev said while blasting Dream from Sharkboy and Lavagirl complete with the music video Sharkboy made playing on a big monitor. The big dumb idiots picked up Sheev and yeeted him into the marionette machine.

"Hey Sheev, what're those big statues with the cloaks for?"

"It's a surprise tool that will help us later," Sheev said, blowing a phat kiss to the big dumb idiot. "I see the stadium where all the failed Sith of the past get to sit to watch my execution in twenty years is coming along nicely."

"Don't all the Sith betray and murder their masters, though? Won't it be awkward to make them sit next to each other?"

"Shut up," Sheev said, eating corn and drinking tea. "It'll be wonderful. I plan for there to be loud drums playing, too, and we can get everyone matching cloaks."

"I can't wait, I've already marked my calendar," said the two girls from Frenemies. "This will be a front-page exclusive on GeeklyChic!"

"It's a great plan, Palpable Teen," everyone said in perfect harmony. "It's not half-baked or ill thought out in the slightest."

"All that's left is to sit around and wait thirty years after my empire falls apart for a kid who isn't born yet to turn into an evil Sith lord."