After he was sure Mrs. Lovett was in bed and sleeping, Toby wandered around the shop looking for a bit of gin. Up above Mr. Todd was pacing, like usual. Toby wondered why he never needed to sleep. After about ten minutes, the pacing stopped. Toby heard heavy footsteps come down the stairs and stop outside of the shop door.
Mr. Todd went down to the baking room to check how many more pies Mrs. Lovett had down here to serve for the next day. He only found one rack of pies. He didn't know what exactly he was going to do to get the meat by tomorrow, but he promised that he would get some and knew that Mrs. Lovett needed it to keep up the business.
Toby was curious as to what was up in Mr. Todd's shop. The curiousity got the best of him, and before he knew it, he was half way up the stairs to the barber's shop.
He opened the door as carefully and quietly as he could. It took a minute for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. It was freezing cold, no different as the outside temperature. How can he stand it being so cold in here?! He didn't know exactly what he was looking for, but he knew had limited time before Mr. Todd would come back up.
He started looking through the drawers in the little stand in the corner. He found Mr. Todd's most prized possessions, his razors, his friends. Toby took them each out individually, admiring the shine they all seemed to possess.
Toby heard the same heavy footsteps as before, coming up the stairs. He was trapped now, he was going to be caught. Frantically he put back the razors, and searched for a hiding place. He hid behind the cracked mirror on the other side of the small cold room.
Mr. Todd stormed in, not bothering to turn the lights on, he never had them on anyways. Something didn't feel right in the room. He looked around the darkness searching for something out of order. He noticed a drawer opened, almost falling out of the dresser, the one with his friends in it. He rushed over and seen that they were in there.
He knew that who ever was in here didn't have any time to leave. He searched around the room some more, looking for the culprit.
Toby held his breath, hoping it wasn't going to be his last. Trying to re-adjust to the cramped place, his foot lost gripped and slipped into view of Todd.
"Who is in here!?" Mr. Todd closed in on the mirror, razors ready. Toby jumped out, planning on running out as quick as he could, but stumbled over his own feet and landed on the floor right in front of Mr. Todd.
Mr. Todd thought of a brilliant idea as he noticed who was in his shop. Here is my chance to get rid of the little brat and get Mrs. Lovett her meat. How lucky I turned out to be tonight.
Mr. Todd knew he needed to make this one count, he knelt down to Toby and picked him up by his hair. With angry eyes, he started slicing his face into pieces.
He dropped him to the ground and shoved him in the shoot that leads down to the baking room. He cleaned up his shop quick and hurried down the stairs outside.
He finished up in the baking room, and went back to his shop to wait until morning.