Hello my dearies! While sittting in Spanish class, my teacher gave us all Munchkins! (Nos encanta Ud., Sra. K!) and i thought "What if Mrs. Lovett worked in Dunkin Donuts?" i ran the idea by my friend, who i then kept exchaning ideas with, placing each character in a strange job! enjoy!

i dont own sweeeny todd...or dunkin donuts...that sucks...

Chapter one:

Mrs. Lovett sipped her French vanilla latte, biding her time, minding her own business. This part of the day was pretty mellow. It was rush hour and no one could really get off the roads to come into the shop.

She stood up slightly and adjusted the pants she'd "borrowed" from Sweeney before sitting back down. Her employee uniform required a pair of pants and of course her Dunkin Donuts shirt and baseball cap, which she was barely able to squeeze on top of her wild curls. This uniform was all too different from the comfortable feeling of the gowns she was so accustomed to wearing, as well as having nothing on her head but her hair itself.

Her latte was running low and she could taste the sugar. There was too much. Drat, she was still putting in too much sugar! She couldn't afford many more screw-ups, for her boss was an up-tight "everything must be perfect, and every single tiny microscopic little thing must go according to plan!" type of guy. (Corpse Bride, anybody?)

She looked at the door marked for employees only. It was closed tight and no one was coming out. Perhaps she could sneak in one more "experimental" latte…

Mrs. Lovett got to her feet quickly and easily, thanks to her pants. She tip-toed to the coffee dispenser, put the used cup under the tab and allowed the hot coffee to flow freely.

"LOVETT!" barked Mr. Lester, her boss. Mrs. Lovett startled, banged her head on the coffee dispenser, and spilled her latte, luckily being able to duck out of the way to avoid getting anything on herself.

She gripped the counter for support as she eyed the mess on the floor. Her focus shifted to her boss, who didn't look pleased. He marched to the storage closet, grabbed a mop and marched back to her. He then grabbed her wrist and thrust the mop into her hand.

"Clean this up!" And he walked away as Mrs. Lovett began to mop up, muttering to herself about how demeaning he was being; acting as if she didn't know what a mop was used for!

The door to the coffee shop opened.

"Make it snappy, Lovett! You've got a customer!" Mr. Lester yelled.

Mrs. Lovett made haste of the cleaning, and then turned to the customer- a more-then-chubby man who had greasy hair and had to be in his late 40's. He was also wearing a t-shirt that read "I fuck on the first date"

The baker swallowed her pride and said. "Welcome to Dunkin Donuts. May I 'elp you?"

"Yes." The man replied in a pinched-nose voice. "I'll take two donuts with sprinkles, and an iced cappuccino, please."

Well 'e doesn't smell pleasant, but at least 'e's got good manners! Mrs. Lovett thought as she punched the order in on the cash register. "Coming right up, sir!"

In a mere forty seconds, Mrs. Lovett had the cappuccino ready as well as the donuts. She handed them to the customer.

"You know, you're kinda pretty!" the customer said. "And you have a hot accent!"

Mrs. Lovett rolled her eyes. How she wished Sweeney could take this guy out with the razor right now…

The guy leaned on the counter, chin in hand, attempting to look good. "Tell me, sweet stuff… you got a boyfriend?"

She was about to respond when the door opened once more. "Yes she does!" Sweeney Todd stood in the doorway, dressed in a doctor's coat.

Mrs. Lovett's eyes filled with relief. She dared not to laugh as Sweeney approached the customer, looking him dead in the face.

"You're not 'itting on my Nellie, are you?" Sweeney asked in his grave tone of voice. The customer cowered in fear before rushing out from the shop without a word, leaving his donuts behind.

Mrs. Lovett laughed wildly. When her laughter died down, she looked at her tenant. "You're not really me boyfriend, are ya?"

Sweeney shook his head. "No. I was just lucky to get in 'ere during my break at the 'ospital. I'll take that guy's donuts, please."

The baker chuckled as she handed him the bag. "'ow's that bloody job going, anyhow?"

"'Orrible. I've got another doctor there who thinks that just because 'e also 'as an accent like mine, 'e's better!"

"Well, that's just not right! You should go in and set things straight! Lay it on the line! You're Sweeney Todd, and you're not only the best barber and doctor, but the best British-speaking guy to ever walk the planet!"

"You're right, Mrs. Lovett! You're right! I'm going to do just that!" Sweeney grabbed the donut bag and walked out.

Mrs. Lovett looked after him with love in her eyes. That's when Mr. Lester came out.

"Did that man just leave without paying?" Mrs. Lovett spun around and looked at him.

"I…I…"

"And you let him leave! That's the last straw! Nellie Lovett, you're fired! Turn in your shirt and hat and get your fat ass out!" he walked into the back room and slammed the door.

Mrs. Lovett scowled. Me arse isn't fat! Don't matter..'ated this job anyhow, I did…

She was just about to go to the back room to get her street clothes back, when Sweeney came back through the door.

"Just out of curiosity, Mrs. Lovett…" Sweeney asked. "Why are you wearing my pants?"

Just the first chapter of a silly crackfic. dont worry, i will continue my others as well! keep watch!