Hey guys! :D I'm really really really happy because my passport came through the other day so I can go to France to see my sister at the end of the month. Sorry for not updating this week but I was babysitting last weekend then I had exams and revision classes then my parents decided to take me to Whitby (East coast of England) and there is a public paddling pool on the west cliff and I was running around in there at 8:30pm lol (it was cold).

Who has seen the film 'The Dictator'? I found it online last night and nearly died laughing especially when he was asking if this guy had a splash guard for a torture device that goes up some ones arse.

Sshaw101 I just wanna say thank you for being my main reviewer and I will most likely do Annie, Grease and Friends with the victorious characters and possibly the play Blood Brothers but I need to work out the characters, it doesn't take too long to do it I just need time to think.

This is going to be a long chapter but I'm too tired so I will do my best.

I'm not doing a disclaimer because when I do one I make stupid comments about Ariana Grande and its probably starting to annoy people but come on she is perfection with a dimple, fuck I did it again, just ignore me.

Sweeney and Mrs. Valentine stood looking out of the window to see Signor Pirelli walking towards the shop with a fake smile on his face, he was followed by André, his long black hair spilling over his shoulders. "Keep the boy downstairs" Mr. Todd instructed. Mrs. Valentine quickly walked towards the door and down the stairs to be met by the man and boy. "Signora, is Mr. Todd at home?"

"Plying his trade upstairs." She looks at the boy but still speaks to the tall Italian, "would you look at it, now? You wouldn't mind if I gave it a nice, juicy meat pie, would you?"

"Sí, sí, sí, whatever you want." The boy looks at the woman and smiles gratifyingly.

Pirelli climbs the stairs, as she takes André by the hand and leads him towards the pie shop door "Come on, lad. Your teeth are strong, I hope." She walks behind the counter of the shop, "Close the door." she tells him. "Get you a nice, lovely pie." she reaches under the counter and pulls out a plate before blowing all the dust off of it and placing a pie in the middle. "Sit down. Make yourself comfy." The young boy rushes towards a seat and brushes himself off, trying to make himself look presentable.

Upstairs, Signor Pirelli knocks on the door and enters after hearing the man in the room yell "Come in." Sweeney looks up from dusting the old chair in the middle of the room and sees the man wearing the blue, skin tight suit enter. "Mr. Todd." He says, taking off his hat.

"Signor Pirelli."

This time the Italian man spoke with a thick cockney accent "Call me Ryder. Ryder Daniels is the name when it's not professional." He places his tall hat on a box near the door while Sweeney stares in shock. "I'd like me 5 quid back, if you don't mind."

"Why?"

"Because you entered into our little wager under false pretenses, my friend. So that you might remember to be a bit more forthright in the future... I'll be taking half your profits from herewith. Share and share alike. Mr. Beckett Oliver."

Sweeney goes into another state of shock but this time staring at a wall.

Downstairs, Mrs. Valentine hands the dusty plate to André "There we are. Tuck in." She sits down opposite him at the table as he quickly devours the grisly pie. "I like to see a man with a healthy appetite. Reminds me of my dear Albert" she looks at a photo on the wall of a bald, fat man with a large moustache. "Liked to gorge himself to bloatation, he did. He didn't have your nice head of hair though." she says looking back at the child. He looks up at her from his meal "To tell the truth, it gets awful hot." He reaches on top of his head and pulls off the wig to reveal his head covered in black cornrows. She looks up at the celling towards the barber shop and rolls her eyes.

"Yes, this'll do nicely. You don't remember me, do you? why should you? I was just a little nipper you hired for a couple of weeks, sweeping up hair." He picks up one of Todd's razors. "But I remember these And how could I ever forget you, Mr. Oliver?" He moves and sits on a small box in the corner of the room, "I used to sit right here... and dream of the day when I could be a proper barber myself. You might say you was inspiration to me." Mr. Todd glares at him then turns away and walks across the room towards the fireplace with the kettle boiling on top.

"So has we got a deal?" Ryder stands from his seat and walks towards the man still in shock, "or should I run down the street to me old pal, Beadle Sikowitz?" His accent then changes to the fake Italian one "What do you say to that now, Mr. Sweeney Todd?" and he laughs menacingly.

The kettle boils and makes the loud squealing noise which tries to drown out the sound of the evil laughter. Sweeney's eyes widen and he picks up the kettle and repeatedly whacks it onto the frauds face causing blood to run from his nose, mouth and where ever else he has been hit before he collapses the the floor with Sweeney on top of him banging the kettle onto the man's face, crushing it painfully.

André hears loud bangs from above and looks up, Mrs. Valentine notices and nervously begins to shift and clang some things around as she cleans the counter, trying to cover the sound. "My, my, my, always work to be done. Spic and span, that's my motto."

Mr Todd stands from the body and drops the kettle to the floor in shock at what he has just done and sits in the large chair.

"So how'd you end up with that dreadful Italian?"

André, still eating happily replies, "got me from the workhouse. Been there since I was born. He quickly jumps up after a sudden, urgent thought, "Oh God! He's got an appointment with his tailor. If he's late, he'll blame me" He rushes towards the door and up the stairs "Wait!" Mrs. valentine shouts after him but is too late and looks up worriedly.

Mr. Todd is standing calmly when André bursts in "Signor, you got an appointment..." He stops when he realizes Pirelli is not in the room. "Signor Pirelli's been called away. Better run after him.

"No, sir. I should stay here, or it'll be a lashing. He's a great one for the lashings." He moves to sit on the large chest next to the door and sits on it. One of the fake Italian's hands is sticking out from the chest, dangling limply. André doesn't notice it although Sweeney does. He smiles nervously. "So, Mrs. Lovett gave you a pie, did she?"

"She's a real lady." The hand twitches and Sweeney stares at it anxiously.

"That she is. But if I know a growing boy, there's still room for some more pie, eh?"

"Yes, sir" The now hand begins to twitch more desperately.

"Then why don't you wait for your master downstairs? Be another pie in it for you, I'm sure."

The hand twitches again. "No, I should stay here."

"Tell you what. Why don't you tell Mrs. Valentine... that I said to give you a nice, big tot of gin?" André leaps up excitedly, "thank you, sir!" with that, the boy runs out of the room. Mr. Todd turns turns to the chest after picking up a razor. Opening the chest, he sees Ryder twitching and struggling. Sweeney grabs the front of his head and pushes it up, weak eyes snap open and Todd slits his throat letting blood squirt everywhere.

He places the body, including the hand, back inside the chest and cleans his knife.

"This is the second time, sir... you have been brought before this bench." Judge van Cleaf is sat behind his podium, gabble in hand. "Though it is my earnest wish to ever temper justice with mercy... your persistent dedication to a life of crime... is an abomination before God and man. I therefore sentence you to hang by the neck until you are dead... and may the Lord have mercy on your soul." The young boy collapses in sobs. The beadle is pleased with the verdict. "Court is adjourned." The judge bangs his gabble on the podium and walks out of the room, closely followed by the beadle.

"Thank you, your Honour. Just the sentence we wanted." "Was he guilty?" "Well, if he didn't do it, he's surely done something to warrant a hanging." "What man has not?" "Sorry?" "No matter. Come. Walk home with me. I have news for you, my friend. In order to shield her from the evils of this world... I have decided to marry my dear Johanna." "Oh, sir, happy news indeed." Strange, though, when I offered myself to her, she showed a certain... reluctance." The beadle looked at the man stood next to him and started a cheery tune. "Excuse me, my lord,
May I request, my lord,
Permission, my lord, to speak?"

The judge nods in permission for the man to continue.
"Forgive me if I suggest,

my lord,
You're looking less than your best,

my lord,
There's powder upon your vest,

my lord.
And stubble upon your cheek,
And ladies, my lord, are weak."

As they round a corner, the Judge feels his chin while looking at his reflection in a shop window. "Stubble, you say? Perhaps at times I am a little overhasty in the mornings."

The beadle continues his song, still cheery,

"Fret not though,

my lord,
I know a place,

my lord,
A barber, my lord, of skill.
Thus armed with a shaven face,

my lord,
Some eau de cologne to brace,

my lord ,
And musk to enhance the chase,

my lord,
You'll dazzle the girl until..."

"Until?"
"She bows to your every will."

"A barber? Take me to him."

The beadle, no longer singing, agrees. "His name is Todd, my lord, and he is the very last word in barbering."

I hope you like this one, it took me over 2 and a half hours to go through 20mins of the film. I have not been wanting to write this chapter because I knew it would be a long one so I kept putting it off but I knew I had to do it for you guys so I sat down I my pjs at 10:30 am n I'm still not dressed and its 1:15pm... The things I do for you readers lol.

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P.S bet you were shocked at who Pirelli was, I did say that I would be using as many victorious characters as I could. Okay now I'm going byeeeee !