Jin: I'm a Sweeney Todd fan and so I absolutely HAD to make a story. I was inspired by another fanfiction story, so thanks to IsabellaMarieCullen3214.

Disclaimer: Sweeney Todd and anything else does not belong to me in anyway. I'm just writing for my own amusement. Sorry if the characters out OOC.

A Case of Mistaken Identity

Looks Like Turpin, Acts like Turpin, Therefore its Turpin!

Sweeney Todd's foot tapped the lever on the ground, sending yet another unfortunate patron to the bake house below his shop. Another day, another victim, and yet NONE of the swine he killed were the Beadle or that accursed Judge Turpin. He was growing impatient. 'If that blasted Judge won't come, then I'll just go out and kill him while he sleeps.' Sweeney thought to himself. His doorbell chimed, signaling another soon-to-be victim, and swallowing his impatience, Sweeney turned around, smiled pleasantly, and said, "Welcome." The patron responded in a voice that sounded VERY familiar, "Mr. Todd?" Sweeney Todd got a good look at the man's face and he felt himself smiling a bit wider. Judge Turpin had FINALLY returned to his shop. But the barber noticed something different.

The man wore black robes, a black cloak, and his hair was greasy looking black. If he didn't have the Judge's face or his voice, Sweeney would've thought he WASN'T Turpin. The Turpin look-alike walked around a bit and said, "These premises are hardly prepossessing and yet The Beadle tells me you're the most accomplished of all the barbers in the city." Sweeney raised an eyebrow in slight confusion. The judge came here before and didn't he already say that? He kept that thought to himself and instead, Sweeney replied, "That is indeed, gracious of him, sir." While inside he thought, 'Perhaps he took a rather nasty spill and lost some memory?' The Turpin look-alike took off his cloak and hung it on the coat rack as Sweeney asked, "And what may I do for you today, sir?" The Turpin look-alike replied, "A shave would be good." He sat in the chair and Sweeney Todd sharpened his razor, admiring his friend's shining beauty, and replied with a smile, "The closest you will ever get."

Down in the bakehouse, Mrs. Lovett finished separating the meat from the bones of the latest victim, and placing them in the grinder. She just barely started to turn the lever when the trapdoor leading to Sweeney Todd's barbershop opened and with a nasty CRACK, down came another unfortunate patron. "Oh bloody 'ell…" Mrs. Lovett sighed. Honestly, sometimes that man had no idea how cringe inducing it was when bodies come onto the ground like that. Pulling herself together, Mrs. Lovett walked over to see if this victim had anything on him. She gasped as she looked at the persons face. It was the Judge! He finally did it! Sweeney Todd had finally killed Judge Turpin! Now that he was gone, Mrs. Lovett thought that finally she would have all of Mr. Todd to herself. She began to rifle through his pockets and found a small bag containing weird looking coins, most of them gold, but they didn't look anything like the currency she had seen before. Also, in the man's right hand was a thin stick. Had he tried to fight Mr. Todd with a pitiful excuse of a stick? Shrugging, she looked closer at the stick and on the handle it said, "If discovered, please return to Severus Snape."

Three days later…

Sweeney Todd looked out his window with his ruby-dripping razor. It was done. He finally had gotten his revenge on Judge Turpin. His Lucy had finally been avenged and Johanna was freed from the judge. But… what to do now? Sweeney Todd had never really given much thought as to what he would do after he killed Turpin. As he looked out his window, his eyes went wide with horror as he saw what to HIM was the impossible. 'No…it, it can't be!! It's impossible!! I… I KILLED HIM! HOW CAN THIS BE?!' But it was. Walking down the street with his lackey Beadle Bamford at his side, was Judge Turpin, very much alive. The doorbell chimed and Mrs. Lovett came in and said, "Ah, Mr. T! I jus' wanted ta let ya know the man you done away wit' a few days ago might've been missed. About an 'our ago, two lads and a girl (guess who) came in looking for 'im, saying that 'e wos their teacher." Sweeney Todd didn't reply as Mrs. Lovett tried to remember his name, "Ah yes! Snape 'is name wos. Severus Snape!" At that, Sweeney Todd passed out. "Mr. T? Are you alright?" Mrs. Lovett asked as she poked his unconscious form with a stick

Jin: I'm going to have more chapters up, so don't worry. It's going to hopefully get funnier from here, even though I don't usually do humor stories.