A/N: I didn't mean to take so long in updating, but give me a break. I mean, it's summer! Although I've been to the pool several times, I'm still pale as ever. :P

Disclaimer: I don't own one single thing. Except for James who was in the last chapter. I made him up. That makes him mine doesn't it?

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"Mr. T," asked Mrs. Lovett, "Did 'e say that you weren't Benjamin Barker?"

Mr. Todd nodded grimly, "Yeah, 'e said that."

"That doesn't make any sense." said Mrs. Lovett, chin in her hand, pondering over that bit of information, "Maybe when you change dramatically, like you did, a whole other person is born."

"Or maybe," said Sweeney with mock sweetness, "James the case worker is just very confused!"

Mrs. Lovett snickered. "Now, Mr. Todd," she said, lowering her voice, "Lets get down to business. We've got to try and get rid of Pirelli, and also kill off the judge." Mr. Todd's eyes narrowed at the mention of Turpin. "What do you intend we should do about that then?"

"Why are you whispering, Mrs. Lovett?" asked Sweeney, "No one can hear us."

"Oh yeah," said Mrs. Lovett with a laugh, "I can be as loud as I want to!"

"No you can't!" exclaimed Mr. Todd, "I can still hear you!"

Mrs. Lovett rolled her eyes. "Now Mr. Todd," she said searching around the room, "Where did you put that box?"

Sweeney reached under the bed. After groping around for a minute, he pulled out his razor box. "Right here." he said.

"Good," Mrs. Lovett answered, "Lets go." She grabbed Mr. Todd's hand and pulled him out her bedroom door, silently locking it behind her, before he could react.

"Wait!" he said urgently, "Go where?" He tried to free his hand from Mrs. Lovett's grasp, but she just held on tighter.

"To the judge's 'ouse you nit!" she said with a huff as she dragged him out of the shop and down the street, "And don't tell me that I can't come."

"You can't come!" shouted Sweeney, still trying to wiggle out of her grip.

"Too late!" she retorted, "I'm already coming."

They soon reached the judge's manor, and Mr. Todd wrenched his hand from Mrs. Lovett's. Mrs. Lovett didn't seem to notice as she proceeded to look for a way in. Prowling around the outside, she found herself by the kitchen door, which was wide open. "Aha!" she exclaimed, "Come on Mr. T, lets get this over with."

Carefully, the pair crept into the kitchen, both of them forgetting that no one could see them. "Oi!" someone yelled, and the two of them whirled around. "Sarah!" a woman shouted, "You lazy cow, get in 'ere!"

Mrs. Lovett saw a young girl emerge from the pantry and she realized that the woman had not seen them. With a sigh of relief, she and Mr. Todd continued their hunt for the judge. Glancing at a clock on the wall, she whispered to Sweeney, "He's probably eating 'is supper. Lets check the dining room."

Mr. Todd nodded and they looked around till they found the dining room. Sure enough, the judge was sitting there, slurping up soup. The beadle was there too, eating with no manners whatsoever. Mr. Todd did not see Johanna, and assumed she was upstairs in her room, like the sailor boy Anthony had said.

Grabbing his razor, he stalked over to where the judge was sitting and was about to slit his throat when Mrs. Lovett grabbed his arm.

"Mr. T," she said, "Don't you want to scare 'im first?"

Sweeney stared at her in confusion, and then it dawned on him. He smirked. "Ahh, well then, my pet, What do you suggest?"

Mrs. Lovett shrugged. "I don't know, 'ow about you kill the beadle first?"

Mr. Todd nodded and strode over to the beadle, and grabbed his fat, greasy neck with two hands. He let out a gasping sound and began to claw at his throat.

The judge glanced up from his soup to see Beadle Bamford choking and grabbing at air. "Beadle Bamford?" he asked nervously.

Suddenly, in a flash of silver, blood was gushing from his neck. The beadle gurgled and slumped on the table, dead. The judge screamed and leaped from his chair, but when he tried to leave, he was pushed against the wall by an invisible force. From his place at the wall, the judge could see the beadle's body, and the blood all around it. Some of the blood hung in the air, as if it was suspended by dark magic. Then the blood began moving towards him, slowly. Turpin screamed again, and tried to escape, but to no avail.

Just then, he noticed something silver, hanging lower then the blood in the air. In terror, he realized that it was a razor. He struggled to free himself as the razor drew near. It lifted up and placed itself at his throat. He gave one last scream as it dragged across his neck, blood spraying everywhere.

Mr. Todd grinned and wiped the razor on the dead judge's shirt. Mrs. Lovett was not so pleased. "Did ya 'ave to get blood all over me?" she asked indignantly. Before he could reply, the two of them head a shriek. Turning around, the pair saw Johanna standing at the entrance to the dining room, pale as death. She screamed again and passed out cold on the floor.

Sweeney rushed over to her. "Great," he mumbled to himself. He picked her up and placed her gently in the parlor. Meanwhile, Mrs. Lovett was busy dragging the bodies into a corner of the dining room and shutting the door. That done, she found Mr. Todd in the parlor, standing over Johanna.

"She'll be fine love," she said softly, "That Anthony fellow will be here I'm sure." She looked around the room for something to write on. "Here," she said, upon finding pen and paper, "We can even leave a note for the boy."

Silently, Mr. Todd took the writing utensils from Mrs. Lovett and hastily scribbled something. He tucked it under Johanna's arm, and took Mrs. Lovett's. He lead her from the room and out of the house. Once on the street, he suddenly became very excited.

"We did it!" he exclaimed, "Mrs. Lovett, you and me, we did it!" He grabbed her and whirled her around the road in a crazy, fast-paced waltz. Mrs. Lovett laughed. "Yes we did!" she said with joy, "Did ya see 'is face? I don't think I've ever seen anything like it."

Mr. Todd snorted. "Me neither," he said. The couple waltzed all the way home and burst into the house like a bunch of teenagers. Stumbling over each other's feet, they made their way back into Mrs. Lovett's bedroom. With a laugh, Mrs. Lovett reached for her wash basin and began washing all the blood from her face, then from Sweeney's. She was surprised when he let her.

"Alright Mr. T, now I think you need to go upstairs and see if you can't change out of those," she pointed to his bloody attire, "And I'm going to do the same."

With a quick peck on his cheek, she danced to her closet. Mr. Todd left the room. She really is a bloody wonder, he thought.

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A/N: Whew! I think this is the longest piece I've written. I hope you like it. Special thanks to MidnaLovesLinktotheendoftime and Pandora Spocks for reviewing every single chapter. I really appreciate it you guys!! Extra gin and pies for you! As for the rest of you readers, why the bloody hell have you not review yet? Do it, NOW! :P