Before anyone asks, I have now seen the entire movie, and loved it, but I whish it hadn't ended like it had. Anyway, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

(Chap 3: Worst Pies in London)

"You're a great singer Keena." Jenny beamed at her friend.

"No I'm not. I couldn't sing to save my life… or anyone else's." Keena muttered the last bit.

"Well she's right." Sweeney spoke from in front of the girls. "Your better than you take yourself for."

"Um…. Thanks Mr. Todd." Keena seemed to feel a small surge of confidence run through her.

They all watched as they rounded the corner and set there eyes upon Mrs. Lovett's Meat Pie shop. The girls where so busy searing at the shop that they hadn't noticed Sweeney walk up to the shop and had to run to catch up with him, almost getting ran over by a horse and cart. They stopped behind him just as it looked like he was about to run out of the shop.

"Customers!" Mrs. Lovett gasped before dragging Sweeney, Jenna and Keena into the shop.

Mrs. Lovett:
A customer!
Wait! What's yer rush? What's yer hurry?
You gave me such a--
Fright. I thought you was a ghost.

Half a minute, can'tcher?
Sit! Sit ye down!
Sit!
All I meant is that I
Haven't seen a customer for weeks.
Did you come here for a pie, sir?
Do forgive me if my head's a little vague--
Ugh!
What is that?
But you'd think we had the plague--
From the way that people--
keep avoiding--
No you don't!

Keena cringed when she smashed a bug in the flour she was using.

Heaven knows I try, sir!
But there's no one comes in even to inhale--
Right you are, sir. would you like a drop of ale?

Mind you, I can't hardly blame them
These are probably the worst pies in London,
I know why nobody cares to take them--
I should know,
I make them.
But good? No,
The worst pies in London--
Even that's polite.
The worst pies in London--
If you doubt it take a bite.

Sweeney bit into a pie, as did Keena and Jenny, they where always curious as to exactly how they tasted. Keena's face said the exact same thing Sweeney's did, but Jenny threw up all over the floor.

"Sorry." she mumbled.

"Don't worry about it dreary." Mrs Lovett said before continuing.

Mrs. Lovett:
Is that just, disgusting?
You have to concede it.
It's nothing but crusting--
Here drink this, you'll need it--
The worst pies in London--

And no wonder with the price of meat
What it is
when you get it.
Never thought I'd live to see the day men'd think it was a treat
Finding poor
Animals
Wot are dying in the street.

Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop,
Does a business, but I notice something weird--
Lately, all her neighbors' cats have disappeared.
Have to hand it to her--
Wot I calls
Enterprise,
Popping pussies into pies.

Sweeney, who had pointed out his finger, trying to say something, seemed disturbed by what she had said and put his hand back down.

Wouldn't do in my shop--
Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick.
And I'm telling you them pussy cats is quick.

Keena and Sweeney looked at each other as if to say 'she's bloody crazy'. They looked at the pies as cockroaches crawled out of them.

No denying times is hard, sir--
Even harder than
The worst pies in London.
Only lard and nothing more--
Is that just revolting?
All greasy and gritty,
It looks like it's molting,
And tastes like--
Well, pity
A woman alone
With limited wind
And the worst pies in London!

Ah sir,
Times is hard. Times is hard.

When she finished singing she squished another roach with her roiling pin and looked at the three people at the table. Jenny was throwing up into a bucket she had found under the table and Sweeney and Keena where making gagging noises having drank a bit of the ale. The man reached for the mug of ale again, but Mrs. Lovett stopped him.

"Trust me drearys. It'll take allot more than ale to wash that taste out. Come with me. I'll get you's a nice tumbler o gin, ey? Your friend might need a lie down." Mrs. Lovett said, motioning to Jenny before going into the living room.

Keena saw Sweeney pause to look up the steps. She did the same. She felt hypnotised, compelled to go up into the next room. She put her foot on the first step but her trance was broken when Sweeney shook her shoulder.

"Something wrong Keena?" He looked at her with mild concern, which was still strange. Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street, worried about a 14 year old girl he hardly knows, and, even if it is a little, she know him because she asked questions. Too may for Sweeney's liking half the time.

"You know how you mentioned ghosts… And on the ship I said I've seen them?" She said, only taking her eyes away from the steps for a few seconds to see him nod. "Well I think I just felt one… up there…" She tore her eyes away, not wanting to stand in the place of that haunted feeling any longer.

As the man and teen entered the other room they where handed a glass of gin each. It started to pour with rain.

"There's a few rooms up there, right? If times are so hard, why not rent them out?" Sweeney said as he sat beside Keena on a sofa. Keena smiled, feeling much better after a few swigs of the gin.

"Up there? No, I won't go near it… people thing it's haunted." Mrs. Lovett said, sitting on a chare.

"Haunted?" Sweeney asked, taking a sip of the gin.

"Thought I felt somethin' up there." Keena commented.

"You would." Jenny replied.

"Too shay." The girls giggled. Keena handing over what was left of her gin to Jenny.

"And who's to say there wrong. You see years ago, somethin' happened up there. Somethin' not very nice."

Mrs. Lovett:

There was barber and his wife,

And he was beautiful.

A proper artist with a knife,

But they transported him for life,

And he was beautiful

"Barker, his name was. Benjamin Barker." She said.

"What was his crime." Keena asked, ignoring the look she got from Sweeney.

"Foolishness." Mer. Lovett replied.

He had this wife, you see,
Pretty little thing.
Silly little nit
Had her chance for the moon on a string--
Poor thing, poor thing.

There was this judge you see

Wanted her like mad

Everyday he'd send her a flower.

Bud did she come down from her tower?

Sat up there and sobbed by the hour.

Poor fool.
Ah, but there was worse yet to come--
Poor thing.

Well, Beadle calls on her, all polite,
Poor thing, poor thing.
The judge, he tells her, is all contrite,
He blames himself for her dreadful plight,
She must come straight to his house tonight!
Poor thing, poor thing.

Of course, when she goes there,
Poor thing, poor thing,
They're havin' this ball all in masks.
There's no one she knows there,
Poor dear, poor thing,
She wanders tormented, and drinks,
Poor thing.
The judge has repented, she thinks,
Poor thing.
"Oh, where is Judge Turpin?" she was there, all right--
Only not so contrite!
She wasn't no match for such craft, you see,
And everone thought it so droll.
They figured she had to be daft, you see,
So all of 'em stood there and laughed, you see.
Poor soul!
Poor thing!

"NO!" Sweeney stood up and yelled. Everyone but Keena, jumped. Keena just glared daggers at the floor, fists clenched so tightly she started to draw a little bit of blood. She felt anger, maybe even greater than Sweeney's, build up inside her. Why she didn't know. "Would no one have mercy on her?"

"If I had been there they wouldn't live long enough to be sorry." Jenny spoke up. The two girls nodded.

"Well, I'm not sure if we would have killed them… maybe if we had a knife or something. Anyway, it wouldn't have been the first time someone's messed with us or our friends and totally regretted it… long story. Never mind." Keena shook off the looks from the two adults.

"So it is you… Benjamin Barker?" Mrs. Lovett couldn't believe it.

"Where is Lucy… where is my wife?"

"She poisoned herself. Arsenic, from the Apothecary 'round the corner. Tried to stop her… but she wouldn't listen to me… and 'e's got ya daughter."

"He… Judge Turpin?" Sweeney seemed calm, but the girls knew better.

"Adopted her. Like is own."

"For fifteen years, I've sweated in a living hell on a false charge. Fifteen years dreaming I might come home to a wife and child." Sweeney stood up and took off his coat.

"Well I can't say the years have been particularly kind to you Mr. Barker." Mrs. Lovett spoke as she stood.

"No!" Sweeney spoke firmly. "Not Barker. That man is dead. It's Todd now. Sweeney Todd. And he will have his revenge." He said firmly.

"Well, Mr. Todd. I have something to show ya, but first, what should we about those two?" Mrs. Lovett motioned to Keena and Jenny.

"We could work in the shop for you." Jenny suggested.

"And how can I pay you? As you might 'ave noticed, business 'aint exactly brilliant." Mrs. Lovett said.

"Well… we do need a place to stay." Keena said, then looked at Sweeney. "If you don't mind either Mr. Todd." She figured that he may be a bit sick of them after spending the week or so at sea.

"I'm fine with it so long as you stay out of my way." he mumbled.

"Corse. And what where yer names again?" Mrs. Lovett asked.

"I'm Keena."

"Jenny." they replied.

"Alright. Jenny there's another room down here, you can sleep in there. Keena, upstairs there are three doors. The first one is the old barber shop. The next is Mr. T's room. The third one at the end you can stay in. That alright Mr. T?" Mrs Lovett turned to Sweeney.

"As long as she's quiet… fine."

I'm not sure how long I've spent on this, but I hope I get some reviews soon. Please if your reading this, review. Anyway look out for the next chapter ok.