Deadpool & Liverpool Vs Interpol

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For the Goshdang Love of 14
A Skit-Filled Musical Roast Featuring Colonel Mustard & Friends

Welcome to the next wild ride in the “Colonel Mustard Get a Clue” series, where logic gets roasted, every punchline is a clue, and absurdity is the main act. Our cast? Colonel Mustard—the clue-dropping, monocle-wearing champion of common sense; Livepool—your not-so-average antihero, ready to protect every kid’s “Area 51” from Interpol’s overreach; and a supporting crew of misfits, rhinos, and data mermaids, all here to lampoon the world’s most backwards logic.

Scene: Cartel Coronation – “I Just Can’t Wait to Be Kingpin”
[Setting: A warehouse-turned-cartel-palace, balloons and fake gold chains everywhere. Livepool struts in, crown askew, with Joe Santagato as your nervous consigliere. Colonel Mustard stands in the corner, arms crossed, eyebrow raised, clue card at the ready.]

Livepool (singing, channeling pure bravado):
I’m gonna be a mighty boss, so enemies beware!
But every time the badges flash, we’re halfway out the lair!

Joe (ducking behind a crate):
No one saying, “Stand your ground!” when the cops are rolling through—

Cartel Henchman:
No one daring, “Hold your turf!” We’re all like, “Yes, sir, right away, thank you!”

Livepool (to camera):
It’s our cartel coronation, but here’s the funniest thing:
We talk a big, bad game—
But we bend over for every badge and bling!
Oh, I just can’t wait to be Kingpin!
(But only if the coast is clear and there’s not a badge in sight…)

Colonel Mustard (stepping forward, dry as ever):
“Let’s get a clue, folks. You call this a coronation? I call it a clearance sale on dignity. The only turf you’re holding is the welcome mat for law enforcement. And Joe, if you duck any lower, you’ll find the basement.”

The crowd laughs, the henchmen look sheepish, and Livepool winks at Colonel Mustard.

The Skit-Filled Musical Roast Continues
From cartel coronations to courtroom showdowns, spinning cycles of abuse to malfunctioning Buzz Lightyears, every scene is a rapid-fire roast of modern absurdity. Colonel Mustard and Livepool riff on everything—family drama, digital chaos, neighborhood jealousy, and the world’s obsession with turf and titles. The team tackles every backwards logic with a punchline and a clue card, never missing a beat.

Curtain Call:
All the characters—cartel kittens, rhinos, data mermaids, and more—gather for a musical finale. Colonel Mustard stands center stage, clue card in hand, while Livepool holds a sign: “For the Goshdang Love of 14.” The city lights spell out the title as the credits roll, and the roast lives on.

Welcome to the only series where the only thing more relentless than the jokes is the pursuit of common sense.

(And remember: If you’re still trying to be Kingpin, at least check for badges before you start the parade.)


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