Black Mouse was separated from the two men by only a thin metal train car wall, yet he seemed not to have heard their conversation at all.
Who knew whether he truly had some special mechanism in his brain that could filter out adult topics, or whether he understood perfectly well and was simply pretending not to hear?
It did not matter. After Deadpool's probing, he had discovered that Black Mouse was not on the same track as him, which was reassuring.
The path Black Mouse had chosen was "fun for the whole family," while his own movies were the kind that would be awkward to watch with family. There was no competition for popularity between them. That was good.
And honestly, many kids were innocent and kind when they were young. They liked Black Mouse's shows and dreamed of becoming firefighters or pilots someday, making contributions for their friends.
But what happened when they grew up? Wouldn't they end up watching his movies instead? Wouldn't they become real people? And their tastes would only grow heavier.
"Friends, are you ready?" Black Mouse's comical voice rang out again. With a broad smile, he poked his head out from the driver's cab and said excitedly, "The little train to a wonderful journey is about to depart, but before it does, does everyone know what we need to do?"
As he spoke, he placed a hand behind one of his round ears, striking a listening pose.
A jumble of children's voices rose again from all directions, but they quickly began to unite as the children shouted loudly:
"We have to chant the magical spell!"
"That's right!" Mouse nodded happily and raised both hands like an orchestra conductor. "Everyone, chant with me: Mary Kabong, Pong Palaka!"
Su Ming: "..."
As a not-so-professional Sorcerer