Mrs Lovett had worked tirelessly that day. What had become of Mr Benjamin Barker? The cheery man, everyone looked to and admired. Mrs Lovett was finding it hard to accept this new figure shadowed with dreadful memories. Mr Sweeney Todd was draped in sadness. The sullen look on Mr Todd's face showed nothing. No emotion. But Mrs Lovett could always desperately dig deeper. Searching for something to comfort the one she loved.
Mrs Lovett was woken by a loud bang that Toby had made. It was coming from the kitchen. The smell from the kitchen pushed Mrs Lovett back. Oh dear, the pies were burnt. Again. These really were the worst pies in London. The furnace was stained a colour of charcoal. As was Toby.
'Toby! What 'ave you done to the pies!' Mrs Lovett fumbled around for the gloves.
'This batch was the pies for the rush at noon!
Mrs Lovett attempted to put on an angry faced but failed miserably. Instead, she chuckled, grabbed Toby and pushed him out of the kitchen to clean him up. She got a bottle of Gin from the cupboard and poured a glass for Toby. He immediately drained it.
After Toby had apologized, Mrs Lovett looked at the pies in a hope that she may be able to save at least a couple but, knowing Toby, the pies could never be saved. She sighed and started to roll some more dough to try and quickly make another batch of pies.
Upstairs, Sweeney Todd was serenading his razors while imagining a grizzly death for the Judge. His razor swooped through the air and sliced an imaginary throat. As well as knocking his precious photo frame onto the ground. He cursed himself for being so foolish and picked up the pictures that had fallen out.
One side contained a picture of Sweeney Todd himself, but as Benjamin Barker. And the other side contained a picture of his wife Lucy, who Sweeney Todd had found a few weeks ago was dead. He missed her and his daughter Johanna. Johanna was a mystery to Sweeney. Both had yellow hair that glinted in the sun. The most beautiful blue eyes sparkled in the picture.
Sweeney Todd placed the photo frame back on the table and went back to his barber chair and sighed. It would never be the same. All he had now was the strangely attractive Mrs. Lovett and the annoying little boy, Toby. Sweeney's mind filled with hatred for the judge. Yet again. He went back to thinking of ways to kill the judge. These were Sweeney's only thoughts these days.
Back downstairs, Mrs Lovett watched over a sleeping Toby with contentment. The dinner rush had been exellent as usual but, Toby had done some tricks attracting some costumers into the shop. This allowed Mrs Lovett to sweet talk the customers into buying some pies before so they realized how unique the taste was and told everyone they knew. I am a crafty baker. Mrs Lovett thought to herself.
Mrs Lovett wandered upstairs to check on Sweeney Todd. ' Mr.T?' She inquired. 'Are you okay?' She edged closer to the silent man. An arm shot out to Mrs Lovett's face and the force pushed her over and onto the ground. Mrs Lovett writhed on the floor in pain. 'Mr T…' She groaned. 'What did ye do that for?'
'Reflex.' He mumbled. Mrs Lovett reached out to touch his hair that was blowing in the slight breeze. But she thought better of it and pulled her eager hand back.
'Leave me.' The barber hissed. Mrs Lovett left with a disappointed look on her face.
'Whatever ye say Mr. T.' Mrs Lovett grinned. 'Whatever ye say'