Mrs. Lovett rushed into the small room, dragging Toby behind with a death grip on his wrist.
"Mum!" Toby shouted, pulling until his wrist was free from Mrs. Lovett's tight grasp. Dragging himself back until he was standing in the threshold, the boy rubbed his wrist, "Ow…jeese…"
"There's no one here!" Mrs. Lovett called, looking around the very empty room. There wasn't anything or anybody in the bright white room besides a few very ugly, very uncomfortable looking yellow chairs.
"Well…you did insist on being here, like, an hour early…" Toby spoke, rolling his eyes.
"Love, the invitation said 2o'clock sharp!"
"And it's 1:03!"
Mrs. Lovett looked at the young boy with a very, don't talk to me in that kind of way, look. Still, she didn't say anything about it. Instead, she turned around and sat in the chair closest to the door while muttering, "Now see, love? We get the best seats! Now sit! All good things come to those who can wait!"
Toby rolled his eyes again and muttered under his breath as he sat down to the left of her, "Man do I get tiered of hearing you say that…"
Not two seconds after the two sat down, humming was heard down the hall. Both Nellie and Toby craned their necks in curiosity to see who else was coming to this strange event they were invited to.
But instead of seeing someone who they were expecting, dressed in Victorian dresses and pale as can be step into the room, somebody completely different waltzed in. The teenage girl had capris jeans going just past her knees on her skinny legs and a simple black t-shirt on that said, "I'd rather be watching Sweeny Todd". Her brown hair was piled and curled on top of her head with various and nonmatching bows in seemingly random places. In her ears were, what appeared to Mrs. Lovett and Tobe to be, strings, and strangest of all, she was brushing her teeth. Upon walking in the room, she stopped dead in her tracks, the toothbrush half in her mouth, and her eyes wide.
"Um…..hm?" she mumbled.
"I'm sorry what was that, love?"
"You ree semmsly eeer…hang on…" she held up her index finger, sending to the two that she would be just one minute and rushed back down the hall.
Toby and Mrs. Lovett exchanged confused glances as they waited for the strangely dressed girl's return.
Moments later she was back, looking as confused at the baker and the young boy as they looked at her.
"Wow! I didn't think you guys were actually going to come! And so…"
"What is that? American accent?" Toby interrupted. The girl just smiled and nodded while Mrs. Lovett shot him another disapproving look. "Mhmmm…Signor Pirelli used an American accent for a while…but he got bored of it and switched to Italian…"
"Anyway…And so early at that!" she shouted, a little hint of fan-girlish scream at the edge of her voice.
"Hi! I'm Molly!" she smiled, reaching out her hand to shake. Mrs. Lovett and Toby shook back, Mrs. Lovett smiling, Toby rubbing his sore wrist again.
"So, love," Mrs. Lovett went on, "I hope you don't mind my curiosity but…why exactly were we invited here?"
"Ha…" Molly went on, beginning to look around the room for something, "That's something I wasn't planning on explaining for another hour when everyone else gets here…". She leaned over one of the chairs and picked up a stack of papers that was lying under it, something Mrs. Lovett didn't notice before.
"Everyone else?" Toby asked.
"Yeah, you know, Sweeney, Johanna, Anthony, Pirelli, the judge, the beadle, all them!"
Mrs. Lovett's eyebrows narrowed, "Uh? The judge and Pirelli? But I thought…"
Molly was quick to interrupt, "Yeah, well it's all very confusing and it doesn't make sense to me either, but hey! If I can get you all here, why not! ?"
And with that, Molly whipped herself back out of the room, leaving Toby and Mrs. Lovett to sit and wonder for quiet a while. And waiting was seemingly more difficult now that they both had so many questions.
About two hours later (Cause SOME PEOPLE *cough*cough*ANTHONY* DON"T HAVE THE COURTESY TO BE ON TIME!), the room was filled with people.
Old-fashioned, pale, scary looking people.
And Molly couldn't be happier.
She stood up in front of the room, a painfully large smile on her face. "Hello everyone!" she said, trying to stay calm. "I'm soooo glad you're all here!" she squealed as her attempt to stay professional failed. "Well…I take it I don't have to introduce anyone since you already all know each other,"
Sweeney, who sat at the back of the room in a dark corner, threw a bitter gaze at the judge. When the demon barber had first walked in to see the gold-pants-wearing man talking to the beadle, he had immediately reached for one of his razors and ran for his throat. So Molly promptly confiscated both of the razors he had in his really cool fancy looking holster thing, which didn't really make for a happy Sweeney now. Even when Johanna walked in he turned his head to pretend like he didn't care.
Molly had found out that Sweeney was nothing but a big child.
"So guys!" Molly went on, clasping her hands together, "I'm going to tell you now why I invited you all here!"
"FINALLY!" Toby shouted and stood up, where Mrs. Lovett promptly grabbed his shirt and pulled him back to his seat with an embarrassed smile on her face.
"Yes, well. You're all here cause you're very popular! And lot's of people love you! In fact, many fans spend hours everyday on their computers writing, and reading, and watching, and singing, and talking about you!" Molly put a hand to her chest, "I am one of these people," she added, trying to act like it wasn't something strange at all, even though all of the people in the room were giving her very strange and confused looks.
"And well….these people, including myself, of course, have some questions that we'd like to have answered from you guys personally! Now isn't this fun! ? So I've got some questions here," she said, waving the large stack of paper in her hands, "and I've got some friends with some of their own question that are going to come in to ask you guys! All you have to do is answer them! Any questions from you guys?"
"How many friends like you are actually coming?" Toby asked, horrified
"I-a refesa to answera any questions about my pasta" Pirelli said in his extremely obnoxious accent.
"About you pasta? Surly that doesn't make any sense," The beadle directed to Pirelli.
"Love, how long is this going to take? I have pies to make!" Mrs. Lovett continued on, trying ever so hard to be polite.
"Anthony! You said this was going to be a romantic date!" Johanna cried
"No I didn't!" the boy argued back.
"Yes you did!"
"Who put you in charge?" The judge suddenly wondered, making Molly angry. She didn't really like him, so why was he here? She hoped there was some good questions for him tucked away in her stack, or she might have to actually let Sweeney slit his throat.
Breaking the noise that had erupted in the room, Sweeney suddenly shouted, "And why are you wearing a top that says you'd rather be watching me? I find that rather disturbing and throat-slitting worthy…"
And then suddenly, everyone began to talk, Johanna and Anthony arguing, Toby whining about how he didn't get his question answered and Mrs. Lovett telling him to wait. Pirelli saying… I don't know…something…all that Molly could make out was the annoying "a" at the end of every word. And the beadle and the judge looked pervertively at the teenage girl.
Feeling suddenly overwhelmed, Molly just shouted, "OKAY!" The room suddenly fell silent besides Anthony who was still defending his case to Johanna. He promptly shut up when Johanna elbowed him roughly in the rib cage.
"Question time is over!" Molly took a deep breath and looked around. "Let's bring in my first friend and questioner, Meg."
Molly clapped while all of the characters in the chair just sat silently, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed. In walked a short girl with glasses and flip-flops. Her yellow straight hair was tied in a pony tail and she was wearing similar clothes to Molly. Similar meaning not an elaborate dress…She was wearing very tight jeans, something Mrs. Lovett found looked rather uncomfortable, and a spaghetti strapped shirt with pink and red ruffles ruffling off of it.
The only super different thing from Molly to this girl is that this girl looked like she was about to explode. Her face was red, her eyes were wide, her teeth were clenched and she looked as happy as can be.
"Say something, Meg!" Molly encouraged.
"OMG! It's….EVERYONE! Mrs. Lovett! ! ! You're my favorite! Toby! YOU'RE SO CUTE! Johanna, I'm so jealous of your voice! Anthony! I like your hair! Pirelli…nice mustache. And Judge Turpin and Beadle….go die in a hole," Ignoring the offended look from the two, Meg continued, "Sweeney, where's Sweeney? ? ?"
Everyone, in unison, pointed to the back on the room where the demon hid in the shadows. "SWEENEY YOU NEED A HUG! But I won't hug you because I like life!"
Meg's energy made Molly laugh. Still she grabbed her friend's shoulders and shushed her. "Come on now Meg, ask your questions so we can get this on with!"
"Ok…ok…ok…" Meg took a deep breath and struggled to read off of the paper in her shaking hands.
"Ok…ok….ok…ok. Johanna. My first question is for you! ! Ok ready? Ready? Ok… Johanna, How does it feel to wear those extremely tight dresses that show off your…uhh…bosom? How can you sing in them?"
Meg looked up from her paper to see everyone starring at Johanna and the young girl looking rather embarrassed. Her cheeks seemed to be turning redder by the second.
"Um…" was all that she muttered out to the multiple eyes. "Can I pass on this, please?"
"No! You have to answer! It's for your fans!" Molly encouraged.
"Uh…fans?"
"Yeah, people that like you!"
"But the only people I know are Anthony, the judge and the beadle and I don't want the last two to like me!"
"It's hard to explain, Johanna, now answer the question!"
"Um…" She started again. She threw a nervous glance in the judge and Beadle's direction "Well…it feels rather painful…I guess. And degrading…I suppose. Since men always look down instead of look me in the eyes…but…it also hurts physically…to you know…breath. So…how do I sing? I…simply sing…it comes from my heart…"
Johanna finished and locked her eyes on the ground as everyone took turns looking at her.
"AWWWWWW! ! !" Anthony and Meg cried and Anthony leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
"EWWWWW!" Toby cried.
"It's so cheesy! But so AWESOME!" Meg called. Everyone knew that honestly, any answer would make her happy.
"Rrrrrrriiiiiggghhhhtttt!" Molly went on, "Well that broke the ice! Now bring on the next questioners!"
Meg leaped out of the front of the room and grabbed one of the yellow chairs to scoot next to Mrs. Lovett, leaning in unnecessarily close to her.
In next came another two girls. Only these two were…really young. They both had brown hair and similar t-shirts to the two older girls. One had a overly happy animated dog and bird on it and the other girl's was a simple red. The girl on the left was wearing jeans similar to Molly's, while the girl on the right was wearing a white skirt.
Molly stood above them and placed her hands on their heads. "Everyone! This is Sam and Marie! They're my awesome neighbors/little sister like things and they have some question because they like Sweeney Todd too!"
Mrs. Lovett's eyes narrowed as she spoke up suddenly, "Now by liking Sweeney Todd you mean…"
Molly sighed and realized that this all wasn't clear to the poor group of people in front of them. "I mean, not just him…like the whole movie…uh…like concept! Mostly the singing and acting. But yeah! The blood and gore and pie making of people, ergo, the cannibalism and hm…stalking too, I guess…" she added, motioning to Anthony who looked around like he didn't know what she was talking about, but he really did.
"How do you know about this! ! ? ?" came Sweeney's rough voice from the back. Molly knew that if she hadn't taken away his razors she would be very very dead by now.
"It's called a DVD…duh…"
"Wot the bloody hel…"
"Hey! Children in the room, Sweeney! This is rated K+ and we're keeping it that way! Tsk Tsk…MOVING ON!" Molly shouted with a dismissal of Sweeney's opinion.
Mrs. Lovett narrowed her brown eyes at the two young girls, "Um? How old are you, love?"
"Ten, ma'am. Twins! I'm older" Marie boasted.
"Stop bragging…"
"Ten? And you know all about this and blood and gore and such…"
The girls looked at each other and giggled, "Yes ma'am!"
"Ask away twinseys!"
"Ok!" Sam stepped up. "Toby!" She squealed sudden fan-gilishness taking over her too. "I LOVE YOU!"
Toby's eyes got wide as he looked at the young girl confused. "Thank you? Is that my question?"
"No silly! Now listen! Ok, now I really want to know this! The finger that you found in the pie?" Toby shivered, Sam smiled, "What did it taste like?"
Now the boys eyebrows pulled together and he looked confused and bewildered all at the same time.
"Why would you want to know that?"
"OH PLEASE TELL ME! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! Oh PLEASE! I LOVE YOU!"
"Alright! Uh…" Toby also looked around the room to find that everyone was staring at him. "Well….the worst part was that it was actually…kind of…tasty?" Everyone else in the room were the bewildered and confused ones now. Going on, Toby added, "Uh…It was the NAIL that was gross! It tasted rough and crunchy and like rocks…and trust me I know what those taste like…THAT WAS GROSS!"
Toby shivered again and shrunk down in his seat. Mrs. Lovett tried to pat him on the back but he pulled away…Molly figured it must of, you know, been because of the whole finger incident…yeah…
Sam smiled big, "K! I'm happy now!"
"You're turn, Marie!" Molly chirped.
The other twin stepped up, she looked around at everyone with the same big smile as all the others and shouted "MRS. LOVETT!" she left it silent for a moment…and then continued "Get a grip…it's never gonna happen…"
The baker's eyes turned from sad, to confused, to concerned, to anger and then back to sad in a matter of a few seconds.
Marie went on now, "K… Mrs. Lovett, my question is for you!"
"Yes love?"
"What the heck do you see in Sweeney? !"
"SERIOUSLY!" Toby shouted, turning to his mum.
"I will not answer that. That is not a proper question," Mrs. Lovett said, straightening out her dress on her lap and avoiding everyone's staring eyes.
"You have to Mrs. Lovett!" Molly argued.
Mrs. Lovett bit her lip and looked back to the dark corner where Sweeney sat. "Well…"
What will Mrs. Lovett say?
Find out next chapter!
And submit your own questions for the characters in the reviews! ! (keep it K+ for the twinseys!)
Give me a question, and your name/code name and Molly will be happy to read off your question!
One more question for you! I'm bringing Lucy in soon. Should she be Lucy-Lucy? Or beggar woman Lucy? Let me know!
Thanks for reading!