It was a rainy afternoon in downtown Los Angeles when Chris Hemsworth, Chris Pratt, and Kris Jenner found themselves together in a quiet, upscale art gallery. The unlikely trio had been invited to a private viewing of an exclusive art collection said to include a never-before-seen painting by the elusive street artist known only as “M.”

Chris Hemsworth stood tall and calm, hands in his pockets, examining a large abstract piece made of red brushstrokes and shattered mirror shards. “Looks like Thor after a night out,” he joked, causing Chris Pratt to chuckle.

Pratt, wearing his usual easy grin, was more interested in the snacks than the art. “Is there a cheese table in this gallery? Asking for a friend,” he said, scanning the room like he was hunting treasure in one of his Guardians of the Galaxy scenes.

Kris Jenner, in a sleek black outfit and oversized sunglasses, wasn’t laughing. Her eyes were locked on a covered canvas in the center of the room. A velvet rope and two guards protected it. “That’s it,” she whispered. “That’s the painting.”

The curator, a slim man in a bow tie with a British accent so crisp it could slice paper, approached. “We’re ready to reveal the piece. But be warned—it’s… controversial.”

With a dramatic tug, he pulled the black cloth away.

Gasps echoed.

The painting was a surreal portrait of the three celebrities—Hemsworth, Pratt, and Jenner—standing in that very gallery. But in the image, the background was on fire, the walls crumbling, and behind them stood a shadowy figure with glowing red eyes. Above them, in dripping black paint, were the words: “The Price of Fame.”

Chris Hemsworth squinted. “That’s… unsettling.”

Chris Pratt backed away slowly. “Wait, are we in the painting? Like, right now? Is this some kind of Doctor Strange multiverse thing?”

Kris Jenner didn’t say a word. She stepped closer, examining the details. The painting’s clock read the exact time—3:47 p.m. She glanced at her diamond-studded watch. It read 3:47 p.m.

The lights flickered. The gallery grew cold. Then the shadowy figure in the painting turned its head—and looked at them.

All three screamed.

Suddenly, the lights snapped back on. A hidden camera crew emerged, followed by James Corden, laughing hysterically.

“Welcome to The Celebrity Trap! You’ve been pranked!”

Chris Hemsworth shook his head, half-laughing. “Mate, I thought we were about to get cursed.”

Chris Pratt gave Corden a high five. “Okay, that was solid. Can I still get some cheese though?”

Kris Jenner pulled off her sunglasses and gave the camera her signature smirk. “I knew it the whole time.”