Deadpool sits in his lazy boy, wearing a pair of long pajama bottoms, a short sleeve beavis and butt-head t-shirt, and his trade mark mask. He's watching Iron Chef, drinking a Heinakin and eating cheese puffs. "I want to be on Iron Chef, I make one mean cheese fricasee. Why don't they ever use Soylent Green, or Kittens?" He takes a sip of his beer, and theres a knock at his door. "That better be you Ed McMahon, I want my 10 mil". He picks up something and holds it behind his back, like a weapon, he walks to the door, opening it. To his surprise, it's Trevor, his middle man for odd jobs. "Oh, it's you" Deadpool says as he eats his hidden weapon…a cheese puff. Trevor walks in "You were expecting someone else?" Deadpool nods. "Actually, yeah." Trevor pulls out a folder, and hands it to him. "I got you this though, brighten your day up." Deadpool takes it, and opens it. "It better be my Survivor excepting my application." Trevor just shakes his head at his antics, already used to them. Deadpool reads over them, then reads again. "What?" He reads a third time. "This is insane. How much though." Reads on "Wow, eighty grand for this? Nice T-Dawg, this'll be an easy job. I'll have this done in time for The Apprentice, that Trump kills me…'Your Fired.' HAHAHAHAHA!"
He walks off to get dressed. Trevor looks at papers, and shakes his head again. "Isn't this a little, wrong?" Deadpool comes out completely dressed. "Wrong? Wrong? I kill people, steal things, brings limbs, do illegal things constantly, and I'm a Boy Scout Leader, just got my Assassin Badge yesterday. This isn't wrong, this is easy money. You know, Like Paris Hilton getting money to be dumb in front of millions. Mines just, better." Trevor just looks on. "But DP, your kidnapping…a poodle." DP heads over to a closet, opening it up, clutter falling out every where, he pulls out 2 knives, one katana, and 2 handguns. "Better pack a light lunch. Yes, a poodle. A poodle worth eighty grand to someone. I just take it, give it to some guy who will ransom it for more, but I don't care. Because his ransom will hit the news, and cops will find him. But not me, oh no. I'll Be in the Yukatan, winning an immunity from being kicked off the show."
Trevor puts papers down, grabs a beer out of the fridge, and sits down. "You stay here T to the Rizzy. I'll be back in an hour. I'm recording my shows, so don't be turning to like CSI: Miami, I hate that show." Trevor waves him off, and DP is gone.
DP Takes a taxi to the address provided, and Reads Cabby's name. "Hussein? Isn't that like that one Iraq guys names. Sodom Hussein. I bet this is a lot easier to ride then a camel, huh? Less bumps. Do you know Usama, he's not a nice guy. He gets my Darwin award of the year…" He continues to run his mouth until cabby kicks him out. He gets up as Cabby drives off. "hehehe. Another free cab ride." He says as he dusts himself off, and walks the last couple blocks, and whips out a pair of binoculars. He takes a nice long look at the address. "This place looks familiar, but why." He licks his mask. "Oooh, cheesy residue. Ok Pool ole buddy. We're gonna sit here, and wait for someone to walk the dog. I know that house, but from where." He sits for another hour, talking to himself, throwing bullets one at a time in the air, then catching them in the open chamber of his gun. Then the door opens. He looks through binoculars again. "I'll take door number one. And you win…what the. I didn't know Mary Jane Parker has a poodle.
Deadpool, Mary Jane, and any other name used, Is part Of The Marvel universe, and is not my creation.