Sweeney Todd was awoken by Mrs. Lovett's frantic voice screaming his name.
"Mr. T! Mr. T!" she yelled at him, hitting him lightly on the arm. "Wake up!"
Sweeney grunted in reply.
"Ow!" he exclaimed, as he had just received a sharp blow to the head by Mrs. Lovett. "What was that for?" he demanded.
"Sorry, but I have no idea where we are! I just woke up next to you in this dark place!"
Sweeney noticed that he was lying on the ground and all he could see was pitch black.
Suddenly, a light flared up ahead. It was then he could see that he seemed to be in what looked like the set of a children's show. Mrs. Lovett looked at Sweeney and started laughing.
"What?" he asked. "Do I have something on me?"
"Your hair…" she said breathlessly.
"What about my hair?" he asked, frowning.
"It's so…screwed up!"
Sweeney looked around and saw a mirror in the corner of the room. It was true, his mop of black he calls hair was even messier than usual. He blushed through his pale skin. Then, he pulled out a comb and ran it through the white streak in his hair, then through the rest of his hair. He smiled at Mrs. Lovett triumphantly.
"Now YOUR hair looks horrible compared to mine,"
Then, a man comes running at Sweeney and Mrs. Lovett.
"Who are you?" they ask.
"I'm the director? Obviously. Okay, we're going to start filming in a few seconds." The man says.
"Filming what?" Mrs. Lovett asks, looking horrified.
"The children's show? Playhouse? Geez, guys, what's gotten into you?" the man runs back over to a chair and a man points a camera at Sweeney and Mrs. Lovett.
"In 3, 2, 1…Action!"
Next chapter will be up soon, the actual filming. :D Don't ask me how I thought of this, because I don't know. This is just the first chapter so please review and criticize!