It was one of those rare days in London where the sun actually shone and the clouds disappeared. Mrs. Lovett would have liked to spend the whole day outdoors at the park, but instead, she had to stay inside the hot shop and bake. She was not entirely happy about it, but contented herself with the fact that if she hurried, she just might have enough time to go later that afternoon.

Glancing up from the dough she was rolling out, she noticed that the windows were so filthy, she could hardly see out of them. I really ought to clean those, she thought, Seeing as it's such a lovely day. It'll get me an' Toby outside, at least, for a little while. Finishing the dough, she wiped her hands on the front of her dress and went to get some rags and buckets.

She filled the buckets and placed them beside the windows. "Toby." she called, "I need your 'elp."

Toby came running out of the shop. "What's wrong Mum?" he asked, visibly concerned.

"Oh, nothing's wrong dearie," answered Mrs. Lovett, "I just thought you'd like to 'elp me wash these windows. Look at 'em! You can 'ardly see outta them anymore."

Toby studied the windows closely. "You're right Mum." he said, "I don't see 'ow we didn't notice it before." He picked up a rag. "We'd better get to work!" he said with a grin

The two of them began to work. Toby obviously had never cleaned windows before, and soon, he was wetter than the window he was supposed to be washing. Every time he splashed himself, he would shout and make a face and Mrs. Lovett would laugh. This happened a lot and consequently, they both ended up making a lot of noise. Noise that reached the ears of a brooding barber upstairs.

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Sweeney Todd was not happy on this fine summer day. He hated it when the sun came out; it reminded him of his darling Lucy, of Johanna, and everything else from those happy days 15 years ago. So he paced. And then he stood by the window, as pacing did nothing to help. Suddenly, Mr. Todd heard a shout, followed by laughter. Mrs. Lovett's laughter, to be exact. Looking down, he saw that she and that boy were washing the shop windows. Well, Mrs. Lovett was washing the windows; it looked like Toby was just making a mess. The boy was soaked, and it looked as if Mrs. Lovett was telling him so. She pointed at him and doubled over in what could only be laughter.

How could he possibly brood while they were making such a racket? He could hardly hear himself think. Mr. Todd decided to go down and make them be quiet, as it looked like they were going to be out for quite a while if he didn't put a stop to their antics. Opening his shop door, he began to walk down the stairs.

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Meanwhile, Toby had enough of Mrs. Lovett's teasing. Picking up one of the rags in his bucket, he flung it at her. It landed right in her face, causing her to shriek. "TOBY!" she sputtered, pushing her now dripping curls out of her face. She looked at the rag in her hand, then at Toby, then back at the rag. Suddenly, she hurled it at the boy. But Toby ducked just in time, and it landed on the ground. "Bugger." muttered Mrs. Lovett. Toby laughed. "You got to do better than that Mum!" he said, throwing another wet rag at her. She just managed to dodge it, but slipped in a puddle and landed with a splash on her rear,drawing a howl of laughter from Toby.

"Ya think that's funny?" she asked, standing up. Toby could only nod, he was laughing so hard. Mrs. Lovett took this opportunity and threw a rag at him. He was so startled that he fell backwards into another puddle. "Ha!" she exclaimed, clearly proud of herself. Toby, stood up, grabbed his bucket, and proceeded to dump it's contents all over Mrs. Lovett. Gasping, she staggered backwards and tripped over her bucket, knocking it over and falling directly into the arms of Sweeney Todd. They both tumbled into the spilled water, getting Mrs. Lovett even more wet and soaking Mr. Todd.

"Damn it woman!" shouted Mr. Todd trying to get to his feet, but failing considerably since Mrs. Lovett was on top of him, "What do you think you're doing?" Mrs. Lovett responded with a shriek of laughter. Swearing under his breath, Mr. Todd pushed her off of him. He stood up and wrung out his shirt. "I just came down to tell you two to shut up." he growled. "You're making an absolute fool of yourself Mrs. Lovett!"

Mrs. Lovett stood up shakily, still giggling. "I know," she said with a grin, and then burst into hysterical laughter again. Angrily, Mr. Todd shook her by the shoulders. "What is so funny?" he demanded. "You....you... oh just look at you!" Mrs Lovett gasped out, trying to control herself.

Mr. Todd glanced at himself in the now-clean shop window. He was completely soaked from head to toe and his hair was hanging like strings all around his face. Water was dripping off of his nose and his clothes stuck to him like glue. Glancing back at Mrs. Lovett, he saw that her hair had fallen from it's typical style and her dress was positively drenched. He felt a chuckle start in his throat and he began to laugh. Not as loudly or hysterically as Mrs. Lovett or Toby had, but it was still laughter.

Mrs. Lovett's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open as she heard the demon barber laugh. She could not believe he was actually laughing. He had hardly ever even smiled since he came back from Australia. Yet here he was, laughing! She began to laugh along with him, happy that he was happy and very very happy that he wasn't pushing her up against a wall with his razor at her neck.

Suddenly, Mr. Todd turned and began to walk up the stairs to his shop. "I'll bring these down later, Mrs. Lovett." he called, indicating his wet attire. Mrs. Lovett could only shake her head in amazement. The man was so confusing at times. Gathering up the wet rags on the ground she was suddenly very happy that she had not gone to the park like she had wanted to earlier.

A/N :Should I continue this story, or do you think it's good as it is?