Nanny McPhee Page #4

There'll be debtors' prison for me,

workhouse for the older children.

Goodness only knows

what'll happen to little Chrissie.

And as for Aggy...

it's unimaginable.

[squeaking]

[springs boing]

Where are you? You mewling half-bakes!

I'm ready for you. And I'm hard!

[boing!]

[children's laughter and shouting echoes]

This is fun!

We got Cook!

[mysterious woman's voice]

The person you need is Nanny McPhee.

- [Chrissie] Ju-ump!

- [Cook shrieks through gag]

Eric, you're not making another bomb,

are you?

[he cackles maniacally]

[echoing] McPhee...

- Whee!

- Jump!

- Oh!

- Jump!

[yells]

- They're in the kitchen.

- No! No! You took them down for toast!

I never did!

You sent them to bed with no dinner.

- That's what done it!

- Don't tell...

- [banging]

- [thunderclap]

[electrical crackle]

- I'll, er...

- Why don't you...?

- I'll go.

- No, I'd better...

- Well, no, I can...

- You, erm... I'll...

- I'll be off, then.

- Yes, you... I'll just...

[electrical crackle]

[thunder rumbles]

[door creaks]

[thunderclap]

Good evening, Mr Brown.

I am Nanny McPhee.

Oh, you're... Er...of course.

Good heavens. I suppose the agency...

I do not belong to any agency, Mr Brown.

I am a government nanny.

A government nanny? How...

.. unusual.

May I come in?

Yes, by all means, do...do come in.

- Hm.

- [thunder rumbles]

I understand you have

extremely ill-behaved children.

No. No, no. No.

No... Good grief, what a suggestion.

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