Nanny McPhee Returns Page #2
and, yeah, you'll get it.
You'll get it.
And Mrs. Biggles has
nothing to worry about.
l can fix it.
l am fixing it.
Please, don't hurt me.
(GASPlNG) We don't want
to hurt you, Phil.
The fact is,
Mrs. Big has told us
to come back with
one of two things,
the deeds to your farm.. .
(EXCLAlMS SOFTLY)
Or your kidneys.
(SlGHlNG)
Not ripe yet,
then, old son?
(GASPS)
Uncle Phil,
where did you come from?
Oh, just on me way home.
Be ripe in a few days,
l reckon.
Must be very proud.
Your mum told me
all about your idea
to pay for the tractor.
What on earth made
you think of that, then?
Well, l saw
Farmer Macreadie
at the shop,
and he said he was
looking to buy some
Gloucestershire Old Spots.
Huh?
Pigs.
l knew that.
So when l offered to
sell him our piglets,
he jumped at it.
Clever.
Very clever.
(ENGlNE STARTlNG)
(EXCLAlMlNG)
(TRACTOR RUMBLlNG)
Come on.
Feed it through.
That's it.
Feed it through.
Come on, Phil, think.
Think, think, think, think.
Piglets. Got to get
rid of the piglets.
Got to get rid
of the piglets.
No piglets, no tractor.
Then she'll have
to sell the farm.
(HORN HONKlNG)
Look.
Cor! Look at that.
(GASPS)
ls that a motorcar?
lt must be the cousins.
lt can't be the cousins.
They're not due
till tomorrow.
VlNCENT:
Do you thinkthey've brought sweets?
MEGSlE:
They must be so rich.NORMAN:
They've gota chauffeur.
(SlGHS)
Where are we?
We're in the Land of Poo.
Duck poo, hen poo,
cow poo, goat poo.
Poo as far as
the eye can see.
Here we are, then.
Out you get.
ln fact, it's the
British Museum of Poo.
Have you gone
completely insane,
Blenkinsop?
to a place like this.
Take me home.
(WlNDOW SQUEAKlNG)
(SCREAMlNG)
You see? There are savages.
Oh, put a sock in it, Ceels.
We've got no choice.
Take me home,
right now!
And you know why
we've got no choice, too,
so let's just stop pretending
we're here because of bombs.
CELlA:
They're probablycannibals.
(EXCLAlMS lN DlSGUST)
Did you see that
thing at the window?
Greetings,
O covered-in-poo people.
Do you speak English?
You're early.
Yes, poo-man,
we have come from far away.
Far, from the land of
soap and indoor toilets.
ls that a Fry's chocolate bar
with cinder-crunch topping?
Yes, it is.
Would you like some?
Pity,
there's none left.
BLENKlNSOP:
Come on,Miss Celia.
CELlA:
Please, Blenkinsop!That's rotten.
CYRlL:
That's life.CELlA:
l'll tell Mummy!Now, don't be like that,
Miss Celia.
Let go!
Let go of the drinks
cabinet, Miss Celia!
No!
Look here, mister.
l think you'd better
take these two great
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