We then enter a taxi where we see the man known as Deadpool in the back seat as Indian music plays in the background. He sits there silently. He then notices a couple pamphlets, one of which reads, "Haunted Island Tours." He takes one and puts it in his suit.

He then begins playing with the window by constantly rolling it up and down a centimeter at a time before putting his hand out the window and letting it ride against the wind.

He then notices a piece of gum stuck to the roof of the cab above him and pulls it down. It ends up getting stuck to his hand, to which he tries to flick it off, which only causes it to get stretched out. He eventually does so, but it ends up getting stuck on the fourth wall. Deadpool then wipes it off so we may get a clearer picture.

We then cut to the front seat where we see the man who is driving the cab. He's a tall, skinny, Indian Canadian male with dark brown, medium length hair. He was wearing a dark teal polo shirt over a white undershirt and under a red sweater vest, green cargo pants, white socks, and green shoes with dark soles. Deadpool then pokes his head through the small window and begins talking to the driver.

"Kind of lonesome back here," Deadpool said. He then began to squeeze himself through the small window into the passenger seat of the taxi. "Little help."

"Okay," the driver said. "I just uh… I have to keep my hands on the wheel." Deadpool manages to get into the passenger's seat, momentarily showing his junk to the audience, before getting himself seated. The driver then holds out his hand to introduce himself. "Noah."

Deadpool shakes Noah's hand and introduces himself. "Pool, Dead." Deadpool then looks down and notices something. "Nice." He's looking at a picture of a beautiful woman next to an air freshener. The female was an Asian Canadian with long black hair. She was wearing an orange shirt, a dark orange short-sleeved sweater, black pants, and gray heels with an orange strap.

"Smells good, huh?" Noah asked.

"Not the daffodil daydream," Deadpool said. "The girl."

"Ah, yes," Noah said, understanding what Deadpool meant. "Emma. She's quite lovely. She would've made me a very agreeable wife. But um… Emma's heart has been stolen by my cousin, Justin. He is as dishonorable as he is attractive."

Deadpool has a moment of clarity. "Noah, I'm starting to think there's a reason I'm in this cab today."

"Uh, yeah, you called for it, remember?" Noah answered.

"No, my slender brown friend," Deadpool said. "Love is a beautiful thing. When you find it, the whole world tastes like daffodil daydream." Noah seems to understand. "So you got to hold on to love…" Holds out his pinky, with Noah following in suite. "Tight." Squeezes Noah's pinky, hard, much to his pain. "And never let go. Don't make the same mistakes I did. Got it?"

"Yeah," Noah says, as he slightly nods his head. Deadpool then let's go of Noah's pinky.

"Or else the whole world tastes like… Mama June after hot yoga," Deadpool said.

Noah shudders. "What does it taste like? My friend Owen after he's eaten spicy burritos." Noah asked.

"No. Like, two hobos fucking in shoe filled with piss," Deadpool answered, much to Noah's disgust. "I could go all day, Noah. The point is it's bad."

"Got it, it's bad," Noah said, under his breathe. "Why the fancy red suit, Mr. Pool?"

"Oh that's because it's Christmas day, Noah," Deadpool said. "And I'm after someone on my naughty list. I've been waiting one year, two weeks, 6 days, and… oh…" Checks his watch, which features the silhouette of a familiar island. "7 minutes to fix what he did to me."

"And what did he do to you, Mr. Pool?" Noah asked.

"This shit," Deadpool replied. He then proceeds to lift up his mask, revealing a horridly scared and burned face underneath, complete with no hair. "Boo."


We then cut to an airport where we get a close up on the man who is clearly the main antagonist. He's a slender, Latino male with a soul patch beard and dark brown, medium length hair. He was wearing a red jacket over a white shirt, a black belt, green pants, brown leather shoes, a bracelet on each wrist, and a necklace with a blue quartz bull's head. He was waiting with his men while sitting on a crate filled with missiles. He bit into his apple as a helicopter approached the area. Another male, accompanied by military escorts, approaches him. He was a Caucasian male with white hair and a few bristles of whiskers on his chin. He was wearing a black suit with white dress shirt, a blue tie with a gold face of a tennis racquet on the front, black gloves, black pants, and black dress shoes. The antagonist pats the crates before standing up and approaching the 2nd male.

"They won't disappoint, Gerry," the Antagonist replied.

"They'd better not," Gerry said. "And what about next month's shipment, Ajax?"

"There won't be one," Ajax replied. "You're not the only one with a war to win."

Gerry shakes his head. "That won't do."

Ajax nonchalantly approaches Gerry. "See, we've had this small disruption to our supply chain…" He grabs Gerry by the throat and lifts him up into the air, prompting the military escorts and Ajax's men to place their hands on their weapons. "We'd appreciate your patience."

Gerry struggles to break free of Ajax's grip and concedes. "Okay," he grunts.

"We'll deliver in full the following month," Ajax says. He lets go of Gerry, causing him to gasp for air. "Pleasure doing business with you." Him and his men proceed to leave.

"Fucking mutant," Gerry said as he walks back to the helicopter while his military escorts grab the crates of weapons.

Soon, Ajax and his men get into their cars / get onto their motorcycles and drive away.


We cut back to Deadpool and Noah. Deadpool's eyes go wide as he begins patting himself down. He then looks in the backseat and realizes something.

"Aw, shit!" he said in anger. "I forgot my ammo bag!"

"Should we turn back?" Noah asked.

"No," Deadpool said. "No time. Fuck it. I got this. 9, 10, 11, 12 bullets, or bust." Loads his gun. "Right here!" Has Noah stop in the middle of the bridge, much to everyone else's annoyance.

"That's, uh, $27.50," Rolf said.

"I… I never carry a wallet when I'm working," Deadpool said. "Ruins the lines of my suit."

"Oh?" Noah said.

"But, uh, how about a crisp high five?" Deadpool asked as he held up his hand.

Noah sighs. "Okay." Noah high fives Deadpool.

"Merry Christmas," Deadpool said as he got out of the cab.

"And a convivial Tuesday in July to you too, Pool!" Noah said. He then drove away.

After he leaves, Deadpool pulls out his wallet and snickers. "Sucker," he replies. He then checks the inside of his wallet and sees his money's gone. "What the fuck?!"

We cut back to Noah, who we see has a handful of money. He smirks, having made off with Deadpool's without even knowing it. "Hook, line, and sinker."