My group got to have a little fun last night. We fought Smurfs!
We have a quartet of pixies in our employ who we saved some time ago and are using to keep an eye on things. But they've been captured! And the place they're being held is far too small for us to get to (the cave entrance was only three apples tall!), so we had to be shrunk down, temporarily, through pixie magic!
(I didn't give anybody "diminutive size," though, since everything was small so the sizes were all the same).
The "smurfs" were Blue Court vampires, who incite emotions of gaiety and revelry, feeding on that the way Whites feed on lust (the Catch was true happiness, i.e., complete contentment in one's life, the kind of thing you only get as a new parent with a well-paying job and a loving spouse sorta thing; nobody in our group). And when the energy has been siphoned, instead of dying, you become one of them.
There was also a red-hatted vampire leading the village, who had sat invisibly atop one of the "mushrooms the size of houses" during our fight with his elite guards.
One of the guards was a wizard who, through a quick series of invocations and lucky rolls, ended up with me having to say: "The vampire screams and tumbles from the tree, dead before he gets to cast any of the cool spells I've written up"
Another was a weresquirrel. A gigantic squirrel the size of a mammoth with ursine paws and teeth of a tyrannosaurus. Seriously, I statted up the weresquirrel with the Hulking Size power.
It ended with us negotiating a prisoner return, on the grounds that there were hundreds of them in the village, but they'd take a great toll on their numbers trying to take us down before they finally overwhelmed us.
So they let the prisoners go, and one of our characters went back the next day and bug-bombed the whole place.
(I did warn them, though, that the Blue Court story wasn't over, and we'd someday meet Gargamel).