Okay, like I said, I'll be disclaiming everything from the previous chapters. Here goes…

I do not own: Sweeney Todd, Johnny Depp, Suite Life on Deck, Tim Burton, PotC, Sesame Street, various youtube parodies, Psych, Dylan Sprouse, Bon Bon, Brock's Dubs, Monty Python, Edward Cullen, Secret Window, Edward Scissorhands, Puss in Boots, Ty Pennington, and probably anything else that sounds familiar to you guys…

I fail horribly. Please don't sue.

After the tea party, Brooke and Micky just couldn't take Todd seriously any more. Mrs. Lovett didn't know about it, but after the girls had returned, she just assumed that they were all one big happy family. Ha, right. She was treating Todd like her husband now, and it was freaking him out.

So the day after the incident, the girls went up to Todd's parlor and he looked up from his brooding. He groaned when he saw who it was. He really didn't know what came over him that day, but it was something weird. He knew he would never live it down now.

The girls were smirking and he knew he was in trouble. "What do you want?" he asked in his monotone voice. Brooke and Micky rocked back and forth on their heels, looking nonchalant.

"Oh… nothing…"

Then Brooke broke down and got on her knees. "Please, please, please, please, PLEASE can we play with your razors?" Todd stared at her and said firmly, "NO."

Micky pouted and said, "But DADDY…" Todd glared at her. "Mommy said we could." Mommy? He growled.

Mrs. Lovett had brainwashed his girls. He shook Brooke and yelled in her face. "BROOKE, THIS IS NOT LIKE YOU. YOU DO NOT WANT TO PLAY WITH MY RAZORS. MRS. LOVETT IS NOT YOUR MOMMY. I AM NOT YOUR DADDY." She just stared blankly back at him. He tried with Micky too, but she did the same.

He fell to his knees and screamed, "MY BABIIIIIIEEEEEEES! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

He was breathing heavily and Brooke and Micky stared at him. They cautiously approached him and Micky said, "Um, we just said that to convince you… We're not really brainwashed. Please calm down."

Todd still had his arms raised in the air in despair, and he looked at Micky. He stood up slowly and left the room. Micky and Brooke looked at each other. Brooke suddenly remembered something and she started waving her arms back and forth.

"MICKY! WE'RE GONNA MISS JOHANNA!"

"Let's go to the pervy Judge's house!"

"Yay!"

Micky and Brooke were walking down the street, feeling awkward and itchy. Mrs. Lovett had lent them some of her dresses so they didn't look like weird foreigners. But the problem was, she was bigger than the girls were. Especially in…certain areas.

"Micky, I feel like a prostitute. This thing only covers about 2 centimeters of my boobs."

"Calm down, this is the style." They looked around and saw Anthony reading his book on the bench. All of a sudden, some random music started playing. It sounded like birds chirping. Micky smiled widely and skipped away from Brooke and down the street. Anthony looked up at her and smiled.

Brooke caught up with Micky and noticed Anthony watching them. She scowled and said, "Eyes are up here, dude." Anthony blushed and Brooke huffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest, then put them back down when she almost flashed the world.

Micky looked up at Johanna's window and said, "Well, looks like we're not the only ones dressed like harlots." She pointed at Johanna and Brooke sighed, nodding her head in agreement. Anthony looked up from Micky's chest as well, then started drooling at the sight he saw.

He jumped up and held out his arms. "I want to sing to her! They, I mean she, is so beautiful!" Micky rolled her eyes. Brooke finally caught on, then said, "Eeeeeew…Are you sure you aren't related to Turpin?"

Johanna started to sing, but Micky did as well.

Green Finch and Linnet Bird
Nightingale, Blackbird
How is it you sing?
How can you jubilate
Sitting in cages
Never taking wing?

Johanna glanced down to see some older teenager singing with her. She scowled slightly, then noticed a young man standing next to them. She smiled and pushed up her, um…sisters and continued.

Outside the sky waits
Beckoning, beckoning
Just beyond the bars

Johanna smirked. There was no way this girl would be able to hit such a high note as the one she was about to sing.

How can you remain
Staring at the rain
Maddened by the stars?

Micky belted out the high note perfectly and Johanna gaped like a fish. Micky smiled and finished the song for her.

How is it you sing
Anything?
How is it you sing?

She twirled around in the street, not noticing the Judge and Beadle peering out from their peephole. They had one in every door. Brooke was chasing her around, trying to stop her while trying to keep her own dress on at the same time. Micky was holding the cloth covering her chest so she wouldn't flash any old people.

My cage has many rooms,
Damask and dark
Nothing there sings
Not even my lark…

Larks never will you know
When they're captive
Teach me to be
More adaptive

Micky stopped and Brooke ran into her, falling on her butt and her skirt flying over her legs. "ARGGGH!" Anthony ogled at Brooke's pantaloons that Mrs. Lovett had insisted upon wearing. Anthony was a pervert. Who knew, right?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!

Green Finch and Linnet Bird
Nightingale, Blackbird
Teach me how to sing
If I cannot fly…
Let me sing!

Micky took a bow, but nobody noticed. Brooke finally righted herself and glared a Sweeney glare at Anthony. He cowered away from her. Instead, he gazed at Micky.

I feel you, Michaela
I feel you!

I was half-convinced I'd waken
Satisfied enough to dream you
Happily I was mistaken
Michaela!

Micky and Brooke looked at each other and shuddered. Anthony was…serenading Micky. How does one react to this?

I'll steal you, Michaela
I'll steal you!

Do they think that walls can hide you?
Even now I'm at your window
I am in the dark beside you
Buried sweetly in your chocolate hair!

Brooke turned to Micky. "Your hair's made of chocolate? Why didn't you tell me?" She started nibbling on Micky's hair and she pushed her away. "You idiot, he just said my hair is brown."

Brooke thought on that. "Then why didn't he say something else, like dirt? Or poop?"

Micky yelled in Brooke's face, "BECAUSE IT DOESN'T RHYME!"

"But chocolate doesn't rhyme with anything else in the song." Brooke dropped the subject upon seeing the look on Micky's face.

I feel you, Michaela
And one day
I'll steal you!
Till I'm with you something, something, something…
Sweetly buried in your chocolate hair!

Brooke turned to Micky once more. "Wow, you managed to ruin my favorite song in the entire movie. How do you feel about yourself?"

Micky thought it over. "Surprisingly awesome."

Brooke, you would suggest poop. Anthony's a perv, we all knew it. Stupid Mrs. Lovett's dresses and their incapability to cover boobs. Johanna should not wear those dresses. They make her look like a prostitute. She's only 15, geez!

And Brooke, I only made the song better. That something, something, something bit? Yeah, I couldn't remember the lyrics. SORRY, GEEZ. DON'T EAT ME.

I need some reviews and ideas for this story! Please? If you do review, Mr. T will give you a big hug and kiss.

Todd: EEEEWW, MICKY!
Micky: Pucker up, babe. *pulls Todd down into a tango dip*
Todd: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Micky: *Looks up* Oh, you're still here. If you don't review, then Mr. T will pants you.
Todd: WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM, KID?
Micky: I really don't know, okay?
Becca: BOOH-WE-OOP, IMA FISH.
Todd: Ooohkayyy…

~MickyinBoots