IN WHICH we meet Mrs. Lovett’s pie-baker, who she keeps imprisoned in the basement; then he is slain by an assassin with a hammer, and she has to hire (that is, trap) a new pie-baker. ... Mrs. Oakley revenges herself upon her husband and Big Ben with the help of some kind of purgative she spikes their meal with ... and Johanna’s bestie Arabella Wilmot hatches a scheme for Johanna to dress as a boy to sniff out news of the fate of her fiancé.

A tip-top welcome to all you flash kiddies, game hellcats, natty lads and knights of the brush and moon, to the Chaffing Crib! 'Tis another Saturday night, and that means it’s time to schuck yer flyers and put up yer pins. Top off yer tumblers with straight Stark Naked, sluice yer gobs with a big splash of the same, and swivel yer lugs my way, because another rare bit of prattlery in the form of the Penny Dreadful Story Hour is upon us like Tom, Jerry, and good old Bob Logic on a lively gin hell full of dimber doxies!