So, Disney owns Marvel now. Yeah, you heard me. The House of Mouse owns the House of Ideas.

Becoming part of the Disney crew certainly was a big change. It’s like being the black sheep at a family reunion. You know, the only one showing up in a tight-ass—emphasis on the ass—red suit, whilst everyone is either a monarch, talking animal, or singing silverware. Cracking jokes that are actually funny rather than horrendous quips you'd hear on Ellen.

Let’s get one thing straight: I love a good musical number as much as the next guy, but come on! How am I supposed to be my glorious, R-rated self in a world where the biggest scandal is whatever Frollo had going on? Picture this: I’m in the middle of slicing and dicing some bad guys, and suddenly, Mickey Mouse pops up and says, ‘Oh boy, Deadpool, that’s not very family-friendly!’ And don’t even get me started on the censorship. ‘Oh, Deadpool, you can’t say that! Think of the children!’ Well, newsflash, Mouseketeers, I’m not exactly a role model. I’m the guy who breaks the fourth wall, makes inappropriate jokes, and leaves a trail of chaos in my wake. But now, I have to tone it down? But hey, it could be worse. Disney’s got deep pockets, and that means more budget for my explosive antics, my—

Wade’s fourth-wall-breaking monologue came to an abrupt halt when he tripped over a rock, jolting him back to reality. Blinking in confusion, he realized he was lost. His aimless wandering had led him away from the city and into an unfamiliar forest. Placing his fists on his hips, he slowly turned in a full circle, hoping to spot something recognizable. Nothing. With a tut under his breath, he chose a random direction and started walking.

After about five minutes of walking, Wade began to hear the faint murmur of a voice and followed that direction. The voice got louder and louder...

Wait—were they singing?