Hello. I like waffles. They make me smile inside. :D

I don't own Sweeney Todd. I just like to think about him. He's delicious XDDD

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"Well," Ms. Lovett's annoying and endless chatter continued. "I'll soon see to that."

Sweeney Todd was hunched over the small window of his shop. Ms. Lovett stood behind him, talking about Johanna coming home. Sweeney didn't quite believe Anthony about her coming. He would see her for only an hour or two, then she would leave him forever, eventually married to the sailor. Well, seeing her for only a while was better than nothing, right?

Right?

His eyes fixed on the two people headed towards his shop, and he glared at them, ignoring Ms. Lovett's voice. She soon joined him when there were no words from him for too long. She understood. That damned Pirelli and his assistant were back, and asking for trouble.

"'Ello. Wot's he doin' here?" Ms. Lovett looked at Sweeney, wondering if there was something he knew that she didn't.

"Keep the boy downstairs." Ms. Lovett nodded, knowing what was to happen to that dreadful Italian.

She made her way down the stairs, where Signor Pirelli and Toby waited. "Signora," Pirelli said. "Is Mr. Todd at home?"
"Plyin' his traid upstairs." She looked at the boy. "Hey, do you mind if I gave the child a pie or two?"

"Si, si, si, whatever you want." His eyes were focused on the stairs, and he slowly made his way up. Ms. Lovett led Toby into her shop. "Close the door. I'll get you a nice, lovely pie." She plopped a pie onto the plate in her hand, and gave it to Toby. He grabbed it, and ate very fast. He must not have been fed properly.

"Me Albert 'ad a nice appetite, such as yourself." Ms. Lovett commented. "He gorged himself to blotation, 'e did." She turned to the boy, and couldn't help but notice his ridiculous amount of hair. "'E didn't have your nice head o' hair, though." The boy snarled and put down the pie. "Actually, if you really want to know the truth, it gets awful hot!" He removed the wig and scratched his head. Ms. Lovett ignored the boy and looked up to the ceiling, where she heard footsteps pacing the room above.

Sweeney stared out the window in shock. He didn't expect Pirelli to know he was really Benjamin Barker! He was barely recognizable, he admitted. But Pirelli knew. He knew....

"Don't remember me. I can tell. Why would anyone?" Pirelli asked, picking up one of the razors from the table. "I was just some worthless boy you hired for a while to sweep up the hair." He smiled at the razors. "But I remember these. How could I ever forget you, Mr. Barker?

That's not my name, dammit! Sweeney screamed in his mind, but his body remained still and calm. His throat was dry from shock, his knees barely trembling, and hands balled into fists. He was angry, sad, worried, and even sympathetic. How Pirelli had become this, he did not know. Wanting to cure his aching throat, he walked to the small stove, where the kettle waited for the water to bubble.

"So, has we got a deal, then? Or should I run down to me old pal, Bealde Bamford?" Pirelli's voice was heard behind him, in a strict tone. "Wot do you say to that now, Mr. Suh-weeney Todd?" He broke into gasps of laughter, and Sweeney couldn't take it anymore.

He grabbed the kettle and began swinging it at the man.

Clank.

Ms. Lovett and Toby looked up at the ceilling, where the strange noise came from.

Clank.

Bang.

Something heavy had fallen to the floor above. There were eight more clanks, then another heavier one. Then silence.

The boy looked worriedly at Ms. Lovett, and she tried her best to lie. "Oh, Mr. Todd up there - The clumsiest thing you'll ever meet! Always trippin' on 'is own feet an' makin' a rucuss! The man is made of chaos, I swear it." The boy giggled, obviously believing what she said.

"Now. How'd you end up with that dreadful Italian?" Ms. Lovett asked.

"'E got me from the workhouse.... Been there since I was born." He looked down sadly, but Ms. Lovett cared little. He's a boy. He could learn.

"Oh, God!" Toby jumped up, his eyes filled with panic. "He's got an appointment with his tailor! If he's late, he'll blame me!" He rushed out, before Ms. Lovett could protest.

Toby ran as fast as he could, almost flying up the steps. When he reached the door, he didn't bother to knock. He ran in.

"Signor! You've got an appointment!" His eyes grew just to see Sweeney pouring himslef a cup of tea.

"Signor Pirelli has been called away. Better run after him, boy."

"N-no, sir, I think I'm best by staying here. If he can't find me, it'll be a lashing."

Sweeney fixed his gaze on the fingers sticking out of the chest the boy was sitting on. If the boy found out, he would run to the law before anyone knew it. He had to get the boy out!

"So." Sweeney looked kindly at the boy. "Ms. Lovett gave you a pie, did she?"

"Yes, sir. She's a real lady!" Toby smiled, and Sweeney nodded.

"That she is."

He was startled when he saw one of the fingers twitch.

"But, a young boy such as yourself has a hungry stomach, am I correct?"

"Yes, sir...."

Sweeney gently pulled the boy off of the chest and led him to the door. "Why don't you wait for your Signor downstairs? I'm sure there's still plenty of pies."

"No. I should stay here."

Sweeney was annoyed, but thought fast. "Tell you what. Tell Ms. Lovett I said to give you a nice, big tot of gin!"

The boy beamed up at him. "Thank you very much, sir!" He ran out, and Sweeney looked out the window, waiting until the boy was gone. Then, he headed to the chest, and opened it.

"That boy is drinkin' me to death!" Ms. Lovett sighed, looking at Sweeney's back. "How long 'til that Pirelli gets back?"

Sweeney finally turned to face Ms. Lovett, revealing a bloody sleeve. His eyes remained on the blade he was cleaning. "He won't be back."

She gasped quietly. "Mr. T, you didn't!"

Sweeney put his eyes upon the chest, hinting that the body was stashed away in it. Ms. Lovett looked unsurely at him, before closing the door and heading towards it, keeping her eyes on him the whole time. She finally tore her sight to the chest. She opened it so very little, and closed it immediately with a louder gasp.

"Are you barkin' mad? Killin' a man wot done you no harm!"

"He knew who I was." Sweeney looked seriously at her. "He was to blackmail me. Half the profits, for the rest of me life." Ms. Lovett sighed. "Oh, well. That's a different matter, then. For a moment there, I thought you really lost it." She searched the body's clothing, retrieving a small purse. "That'll come in handy." She turned to Sweeney. "So, um.... Wot are we to do about the boy, then?"

"Send him up."

"Oh, we don't need to worry 'bout him, he's a simple thing - "
"Send him up!"

"A boy? You plan on killing a boy? Why?"

"He will find out, Ms. Lovett." Sweeney glared at her, and he put the knife in his holster. "He is clever. We aren't to get away with this."

"Oh. Well then, I'll go get him...." Ms. Lovett walked out, and a few moments later the boy had trotted up the steps.

What's going to happen? Huh? HUH?! Actually, I haven't made up my mind well either. So, send your lovely reviews, and if you have any suggestions please do make them. Remember. No reviews, no updates. And that's that.