Sweeney Todd/Courage the Cowardly Dog Crossover

Inspired by: The Wikipedia paragraph about Freaky Fred, and watching Burton's adaptation of the play.

This fits into the What The Soul Holds and Fears In The Water arc, as some similarities are present. It's a parody, I'll admit.

Things from WTSH and Fears:

The Computer and the Queen of the Black Puddle's names

Most of the prominent relationships

Child Aym

Names and Child Aym are the property of CTCDFan and I.

All characters parodying are the property of John R. Dilworth

All characters being parodied are the property of Sondheim/Burton

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Chapter one: No Place Like Wherever

The baker stared out of her window, chin in her hand, and watched the sky with a raised eyebrow.

"It's raining blood..." She mused. Of course, it rained a lot in good old...London.

But she doubted that everyone would be used to blood falling from the sky. However, no one on the streets seemed to notice, and no doors were flung open in shock. She shrugged, and slipped out the door. "Waste not, want not..."

Meanwhile, the silver haired man on the ship was becoming increasingly more suspicious of the smiling lunatic he had picked up. Perhaps some light conversation would do some good...They were docking in London, so that made for a convenient icebreaker.

"I've been in a lot of different places, but there's just no place like...London." For some irritating reason, his voice started singing on it's own. What a bizarre thing to sing about.

But the creepy man didn't seem to notice, indeed, he started singing in answer.

"No, there's no place like ...London..."

The sailor wasn't even sure they were pronouncing the name of the stupid place right.

Every time someone said it, it kept getting harder to hear and with more coughs in the middle.

"Mr...Barber?" He asked, since the man hadn't even given him a name, merely a profession.

The man sighed, and started to sing again. "You are young, life has been kind to you.."
The sailor boy flicked a silver bang out of his eyes. He knew what was coming...a flashback.

Damn.

"You will learn..."

At this point, Alistair leaned over the edge of the deck, vaguely listening, but mostly wondering why they had saved this demented man.

"There's a hole in the world like a great black pit, and the vermin of the world inhabit it, and it's morals aren't worth what a pig would spit, and it goes by the name of ...London..."

Alistair blinked. "You know, if you don't like the place, you could have just said so."

Of course, the barber ignored him. He just kept imitating Bauhaus.

Obligated to listen, since they were stuck on deck together, Alistair sat down and groaned.

"...but there's no place like London.."

"Yeah, London.." Alistair sighed. Thank god, they were ready to disembark. He tried to politely ease away. He made it all the way off the ship, and down the lane, just when he thought he was safe, the man spoke from behind him.

"I beg your indulgence Alistair. My mind is far from easy."
Oh, god. He followed.

Alistair sighed deeply.

"In these once-familiar streets I feel shadows everywhere."
Alistair didn't say anything. Maybe he'd just go away. But, no.

"Ghosts." The barber continued, and started to sing again.

Between Alistair's head banging on the wall, he picked up pieces of the barber's song.

Something about his profession, and a wife, beautiful wife, unjust imprisonment, that sort of thing. Of course, that had nothing to do with the man singing it at all. Alistair groaned, the sarcasm in his head threatening to spill out. The man seemed immersed.

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A younger barber strolled the streets, wearing a slightly less creepy grin than he had now, accompanying a woman with lime green dog ears and a tail that was always held out in annoyance. He was laughing, and having the good time his wife obviously was not.

She sighed, rolled her eyes, and reached down into the crib to pull out a small pink puppy.

They both seemed to agree on their like for the puppy, however, as they entertained the small thing together. Another man, dressed in the fancy of a judge, stared at the barber's wife through the red hair covering his face. He beckoned, and his orders were carried out thoroughly.

The police practiced the sort of cruelty that would hold a permanent spot on youtube later in the century, and carried the barber away. At first, his wife was horrified, then she seemed irritated.

The judge walked up to her, and a whole new emotion took hold of her features.

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Alistair was getting more and more nervous. He had somehow seen that flashback. Now the barber paused, and he was obligated to ask. "The lady, did she-"
As if it was precisely the cue he had been waiting for, the barber spoke right over the top of him. "Oh, that was many years ago, I doubt if anyone would know."
Fine. Fine, tell the story, get him interested, and then don't finish it. Well, thanks. Alistair glared.

The barber seemed completely immune to anything not already happening in his head. "I'd like to thank you, Alistair. If you hadn't spotted me, I'd be on the ocean still."
Alistair was about to ask something he had actually wanted to know, how the barber had been drifting in the ocean when he had told him that he'd been in Australia. As if the moment he'd actually begun to take interest wasn't allowed, the barber wandered off.

Alistair stood there for a moment more, then threw his arms up. "Fine then!" He shook his head and took off in the opposite direction. Thank god he'd never see that man again.

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Z/N: I'm actually not too horribly fond of this chapter..

In case you haven't guessed, Anthony is played by the Computer (Alistair)