pretty
- Well, of all the ridic...
- George, please!
Take us on outings
Give us treats
Sing songs
Bring sweets
Never be cross or cruel
Never give us
castor oil or gruel
Love us as a son and daughter
And never smell of barley water
I put that in too.
If you won't scold
and dominate us
We will never you give you
cause to hate us
We won't hide your spectacles
so you can't see
Put toads in your bed
or pepper in your tea
Hurry, Nanny
Many thanks
Sincerely
Jane and Michael Banks
Thank you. Most interesting.
And now I think we've had
quite enough of this nonsense.
Please return
to the nursery.
They were only trying to help.
They're just children.
I'm well aware they're
just children, Winifred.
I only congratulate myself that
I decided to step in and take a hand.
"Play games, sing songs,
give treats."
Ridiculous. There's no question
in my mind whatsoever.
Now is the time for action.
Give me the Times, please.
No, I do not know the number.
Oh, George, you're always
so forceful.
The Times?
George Banks here.
17 Cherry Tree Lane. I wish to place
an advertisement in your column.
- Time gun ready?
- Ready and charged, sir.
I'll take the report,
Mr Binnacle.
The wind has changed, sir. Seems
to be comin' in from a new quarter.
- So it is.
- Sir?
- What is it?
Bit of somethin' or other
taking place off the port bow.
Ghastly looking crew,
I must say!
Coo! There's a fair queue of nannies
outside, sir. Shall I show 'em in?
Ellen, I said 8:00, and
8:00 it shall jolly well be.
You see?
Twelve seconds to go.
- Ten, nine, eight...
- Posts!
Seven, six, five, four...
three, two, one!
Ellen, it is now 8:00.
Yes, sir.
But I have told you
time and time again, Ellen...
I dislike being hurried
into things.
I don't understand. They're not
what we advertised for at all.
Michael, look!
Perhaps it's a witch.
Of course not.
Witches have brooms.
It's her. It's the person. She's
answered our advertisement.
Rosy cheeks and everything.
Ellen, you may now show them in,
one at a time.
Yes, sir.
- You may come in one at a time.
- Thank you.
Oh.
You are the father of Jane
and Michael Banks, are you not?
I said, you are the father
of Jane and Michael Banks.
Well, well ye...
Yes, of course, I mean. Uh...
You brought your references,
I presume. May I see them?
Oh, I make it a point
never to give references.
A very old-fashioned idea
to my mind.
Is that so? We'll have to see
about that then, won't we?
Now then, the qualifications.
"Item one:
A cheery disposition."
I am never cross.
"Item two: Rosy cheeks."
Obviously.
"Item three:
Play games, all sorts."
Well, I'm sure the children will find
my games extremely diverting.
May I? Eh, this paper? Where did you
get it from? I thought I tore it up.
Excuse me. "Item four:
You must be kind."
I am kind,
but extremely firm.
- Have you lost something?
- Ah! Yeah.
That paper, you see.
I thought that I...
- You are George Banks, are you not?
- What?
And you did advertise
for a nanny, did you not?
- George Banks.
- Very well then.
I tore it up,
turned it over.
Tore it up again
and threw it in there. Yes.
I beg your pardon.
Are you ill?
I hope not.
Now, about my wages.
The reference here is very obscure.
- Very obscure.
- We must be very clear on
that point, mustn't we?
- Yes, we must indeed.
- I shall require
every second Tuesday off.
Every Tuesday.
On second thoughts, I believe
a trial period would be wise.
Hmm. I'll give you one week.
I'll know by then.
I'll see the children now.
Thank you.
Close your mouth please,
Michael. We are not a codfish.
Well, don't stand there staring.
Best foot forward.
Spit spot!
- George?
- Aah!
George, what on earth
are you doing?
- I thought you were
interviewing nannies.
- I was! I was!
You mean you've
selected one already?
- Yes, it's done. It's, it's all done.
- Well, where is she?
What? Well, eh, she's in
the nursery of course, I