WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS NOT NEW. IT HAS BEEN EDITED.
Well, here's chappie 4...
SPECIAL GUEST STAR=HAILEY JOHNSON!

"Omigosh, why is your boyfriend so dang heavy!"

"HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND."

Mr. Todd woke up to the bickering of the two girls. He remembered that he had fainted, but he couldn't remember what he had fainted about. He asked, and the girls looked at him. Brooke smiled and said, "Oh, I just told you what a-"

"BROOKE!"

"...fine."

Micky approached Mr. Todd and he made room on the bed he was on for her. She asked, "Hey, did you already go to the market and defeat Pirelli and everything yet? Or are we, like, right in the beginning if the movie?"

He scrunched his face up in confusement (A/N: 'Confusement' is NOT a word, btw). "What, are you contemplative?" Micky asked.

Brooke rolled her eyes and laughed. "That's constipated, Micky. CONSTIPATED."

Micky glared at her and said, "Contemplative and constipatedare two completely different things, kid." Brooke laughed again. "Micky, it's not like he can tell us what part of the movie we're in. He doesn't just keep reliving it!"

"Dang..." Micky said sadly. Mr. Todd felt a pull in his chest. He felt sorry for her, but he didn't know why exactly. His face softened. Brooke noticed.

"D'AW, MR. T LIKES MICKY!" She yelled. Micky turned to look at him. "Um...ew. No offense but...ew. My heart belongs to...*sigh* Wally FRIGGIN West..."

Brooke face-palmed.

Mr. Todd quickly looked around the room. "W-what! N-no I d-don't! That would just be creepy! How old are you guys, anyhow?"

Micky thought for a while. "Well, where we're from, I would be fourteen and she would be fifteen, but here...it might be different. Do you have a mirror?" She walked over to said mirror before he could answer. "WOAH! HOLY FRIJOLES! OMIGOSH, BROOKE! WE'RE, LIKE, 18!"

Brooke's eyes widened. "WHAAAAUUUUT?"

"YEAH! COME HERE AND LOOK!"

Brooke walked over to the little mirror in the bathroom and took a good long look at herself. "Creepy." She turned around and pointed to Mr. Todd. "How old are you?"

He gave her a weird look and hesitantly said, "Ummm...27..."

Brooke and Micky's eyes almost popped out of their heads. Their jaws fell. Mr. Todd knew what was wrong and he retorted, "Not everything is the same as in the movies, whatever those are."

The girls exchanged glances, and Brooke shrugged her shoulders. "Well, that's awkward. But I guess you guys aren't SO far apart in age than we originally thought. Now it's perfectly fine if you get married!"

Micky smacked Brooke in the head. "BROOKE!"

"Well, it's true isn't it? What about your parents?" Micky thought about it. "Well, yeah, they're 9 years apart, but that's besides the-"

"Andin old England, wasn't it normal for people to get married that were, like, 50 years apart?"

Micky sighed in defeat. "Yeah..."

"Alright then. Case in point." Brooke replied smugly. Oh, that smug little moocher. "Oh, you're a case alright!" Micky retorted. Brooke pfffted and left the room. Micky looked at Mr. Todd and reassured him, "Oh, don't worry about it. We'll only get married when Mrs. Lovett would've had her fantasy about marrying you."

Mr. Todd cried, "WHAT! MRS. LOVETT HAS A FANTASY ABOUT ME! WHY DO THEY EXIST!"

"Woah, calm down. I just said, you won't be marrying Mrs. Lovett, you'll be marrying me. Good day, Mr. Todd." He opened his mouth to say something. "I SAID GOOD DAY, SWEENEY!" Micky walked out of the room.

Mr. Todd sat there for a while. "Awkwaaaaaard."

He walked over to his mirror, grimaced, and whimpered, "Why do they exist," over and over until he passed out.

"I WANNA MUFFIN! MUUFFFIIIN!"

Micky and Brooke had walked to Mrs. Lovett's Meat Pie Shop, or whatever it's called. She didn't know that they were here, even though they stood staring at her for about 5 minutes. She jumped when Micky yelled at her and stared at the girls. "E-excuse me, love? A...a muffin? Wot are those?" She looked at them confused. Brooke rolled her eyes and sat down in a booth. "Just forget about the muffin, Micky. Do you wanna continue with the movie or what?"

Micky gasped. "Wait! We missed There's No Place Like London and Barber and His Wife! NOOOO!" She screamed in dismay. Mrs. Lovett continued standing there. "Umm...do you want a meat pie or what, loves?"

Micky ran screaming out of the shop. Brooke sighed and slowly stood up. "Well...I guess we'll be back in time for The Worst Pies in London. See ya!" And with that, she left the shop. Mrs. Lovett stood there for a while, then squished a bug on the counter behind her in a ninja-like fashion and went back to work.

Micky reached Mr. Todd's hotel room first. She burst through the door and screamed, "MR. TODD! WHERE ARE YOU MAN? TELL ME NOW OR I WILL SCREAM THAT YOU'RE KILLING ME!"

Mr. Todd came out of the bathroom and into the main room muttering, "Trust me, that will be happening soon..." He glared at Micky, who was laying on his bed bouncing up and down and giggling like an idiot, then at Brooke who just ran into the room, panting and sweating. She looked up to Mr. Todd giving her a death-glare, and she held up her hands in an exhausted 'what?' gesture. He replied, "Glaring makes me feel better about myself, deal with it." Brooke's jaw dropped.

He turned to Micky, who was still jumping on his bed and grabbed her and set her down on the ground. She started to kick and bite at his face. At one point, they heard a deep, guttural sound that made Mr. Todd pause. He looked at Brooke, who was looking at Micky, so he did too. "Did...d-did you just...growl at me?"

Oh, she did all right.

She was about to kick him where the sun don't shine, when, all of a random sudden, their friend Hailey burst into the room holding a small piece of paper. "I'LL SAVE YOU!" She started folding like mad and when she was done, she held it in her hands, not letting anyone see it. Mr. Todd, extremely scared at this point, asked, "W-What is that?"

Micky replied, "MAH LASER! BLAH!"

Hailey looked at her and yelled, "SHUT UP!" Micky shut up.

"Now, as I was saying...it's a bird, it's a plane...nope, you had it right the first time!" She took the folded piece of paper and put the end in her mouth, and blew it at Mr. Todd's face. It hit him in the eye. He screamed and she swung her arms up in a victory pose, and yelled, "PWNED!"

She ran out the door, leaving Brooke rolling on the floor in a hysterical fit of laughter, Todd on his knees, clutching his eyeball screaming, "AAUUUUFHGHH MY EYEBALL GAGAAHHHGAFFLLJHDHEEEEK THE PAIN IT BUUUUUURRRRRNNNNNSSSS BLLLLAAARGH I'M DYYYIINNNGGG HELLLP MEEEEEEEEEE," or something like that, and Micky confused, staring at the door, then at Mr. Todd, then at the floor.

Once Brooke calmed down enough to speak, she crawled up to Mr. Todd and asked with a smile, "Are...*giggle*...are you okay? *snicker chortle chuckle*" He tried to glare, but it irritated his eye more, so he just smacked her. She fell on the floor again, still laughing. After a few moments, Mr. Todd looked around on the floor and picked up the piece of paper Hailey had blinded him with and took a look at it. He looked up in fury at Micky, except his eye still hurt (a lot), so that eye was twitching now and then. Micky pointed and laughed. "No way, Hailey! You did notjust take out Sweeney Todd with a tiny paper crane! OMAHGAWSH YOU ARE SOOOOO BOSS!"

Mr. Todd fell on the floor, exhausted by how stupid these people were.

Micky walked over and helped Mr. Todd onto the bed. She pried his hand away (literally. His hand was like a leech), and looked at his eye. He sat still, but he pouted. "Oh, come on. It's not that bad. My 7-year-old cousin Chloe is tougher than you." She gave him a friendly shove. He fell off the bed with a thump.

Micky continued, "Soooo...did you happen to thank that nice sailor who saved your life? You should, like, ya know, do somethin' for him..."

Mr. Todd looked at her funny. Her eyes widened and she punched him. "MR. TODD! YOU'RE JUST AS BAD AS BROOKE! THE INSINUATION! LE GASP!" Mr. Todd looked at Brooke. She smiled evilly and replied, "Yep, I gotsa pretty dirty mind. But Becca's waaaaaaaaay worse." Micky nodded, agreeing to her statement.

"Well, anywho, not what I meant. PLEASE don't get anyideas of...you know...THAT stuff...what I meant was that you could maybe...help him out in some way...give him something..." Brooke's smirk just grew wider and wider. Micky rolled her eyes. "Okay, I'm NOT helping the situation. Just forget all that other stuff. Why don't you...sing him a song?"

Mr. Todd almost fainted again. "W-What? Sing him a...song?"

Brooke shrugged. "Well, yeah. What else would you sing him, a penguin?"

Mr. Todd shook his head. "I...I dunno...I don't like people...especially Anthony...but, I guess...sure."

Micky yelled in victory, striking the same pose as Hailey had earlier. She frowned and turned to Brooke. "Hey, we should really come up with a name for that pose. You know, for easy reference?" Brooke nodded.

"How about...Victory Pose?"

"Okay Brooke, even you know that's lame. Maybe...something to do with superheroes?"

Brooke said, "*GASP* YES!"

"How about...*GASP* the...wait for iiiiit...the Batpose."

"GASP TIMES THREE."

"RIGHT?"

"YES."

"Okay. So where were we...?" She struck the pose again, but this time she said, "Duhnuhduhnuhduhnuhduhnuh BATPOSE." Brooke sang along, "BATPOSE!"

Mr. Todd curled up on the bed and took a nap. His brain hurt from all this idiocy.

Brooke sighed and sat on the ground. Micky went up to her and patted her on the back saying, "Help is on the way, my friend." Brooke nodded and grabbed the crane, making it dance like Napoleon Dynamite.

Micky turned around quickly. "At least it better be..."

OKAY THEN. Pfft, I have no idea how to spell 'Snuffleuffagous', so I deleted it...AND NO I WON'T GOOGLE IT. Plus this will probably be the last guest appearance of Hailey because she and I are drifting, and that's because of stuff that I should probably talk to someone about...ANYWHO. And apparently my cousin Chloe is 7 instead of 5...I know, I know, that's horrible. But she and her bro love me...

UNHOLY CRAP, BATMAN! IT'S ALREADY 8:45! I STARTED WORKING ON THIS AT LIKE 7:00! Ugh, I'm terrible...oh well, you know you still love me...
Todd: No I don't. Remember, I don't like people.
Micky: But you love meeeeeee! You can't deny iiiiiit...
Todd: Ugh, I'm so glad you don't own me...
Micky: *smirk/evil grin* Aw, you know that's your lifelong dream...
Todd: Umm, not really-
Micky: *strikes pose but falls on butt*
Todd: *Looks down at Micky. Walks away*
Micky: Owww...
Brooke: *walks in and sees Micky. Walks away*

Review, or I'll probably just end up hurting myself again.
~MickyinBoots