disclamer: the words in italics are not my own workings. nor are the characters and some content.
Throat contracting. Palms growing sweaty. The pie getting slippery in my hands. A toe nail? Hair? Black as soot; obviously not hers.
Two and two go together quite nicely.
The family secret? It isn't grinding the meat three times. It doesn't have to do with herbs. It is the meat they use. Those gentlemen that go into the demon's shop don't get to return home.
I must get out of here. Mum's locked me down here. Locked me. Trapped me. I can't leave. They don't want me to. Hide. I must hide.
I've found a place that suits well. But I've gotten a tad too cozy. I've fallen asleep. But suddenly, I am awakened by shrieking. Mum? It sounds as if it is. I must go investigate. Carefully, I'm crawling out of my craftily found hiding spot. Mum? I don't see her. No, no. No where to be found. The oven is fuming. Foul smell. Stronger.
Is Mum cooking? "Patty cake, patty cake, baker's man. Bake me a cake… no, no, bake me a pie, to delight my eye…"
Mr. Todd? "Mr. Todd?" He's not paying attention. He's holding someone. The ol' women? "Oh… where's the ol' women? You've harmed her too, have you? You shouldn't, you know? You shouldn't harm nobody…" I've looked down on a shiny object. I pick it up and examine it. I open it. Ah, his razors. "Oh, razor, razor…" I thrust it as he might. "Cut-a, cut-a, cut-a, cut-a," As I do, I slowly advanced toward the barber. I circle around him. Now behind him. He acts oblivious. I have a feeling he knows I'm here. I have a feeling he also doesn't care. "Bat him and prick him," A move my free hand up to his head and move my finger in the form of a "B" "And mark him with a 'B'. And put him in the oven…" My eyes flicker to the oven and then back to Mr. Todd. "For baby and me."
It is surprisingly easy to cut into someone's throat and kill them.
author's note: this is based more from the stage play than the movie. but it isn't that big of a gap. (i tried to portray toby's insanity the best i could...)