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Jane:

And we do so want to get on with the new nanny.

Mr. Banks:

Very sensible. I shall be glad to have your help in the matter.

Jane:

We thought you would. That's why we wrote this advertisement.

Mr. Banks:

Advertisement for what?

Jane:

For the new nanny.

Mr. Banks:

You wrote an advert--

Mrs. Banks:

George, I think we should listen.

Jane:

You said you wanted our help.

Mr. Banks:

But, I-- oh, very well.

Jane:

"Wanted:
a nanny for two adorable children."

Mr. Banks:

"Adorable." well, that's debatable, I must say.

Jane:

If you want this choice position

Have a cheery disposition

Mr. Banks:

Jane, I don't--

Jane:

Rosy cheeks, no warts

Michael:

That's the part I put in.

Jane:

Play games, all sorts

You must be kind you must be witty

Very sweet and fairly pretty

Mr. Banks:

Well, of all the ridic-

Mrs. Banks:

George, please!

Jane:

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

Michael:

I put that in, too.

Jane:

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 & Michael:

Jane and Michael Banks

Mr. Banks:

Thank you. Most interesting. And now I think we've had quite enough of this nonsense. Please

return to the nursery.

Mrs. Banks:

They were only trying to help. They're just children.

Mr. Banks:

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.

Mrs. Banks:

Oh, George, you're always so forceful.

Mrs. Banks:

The Times? George Banks here. 17 Cherry Tree Lane. I wish to place an advertisement in your

column.

Admiral Boom:

Time gun ready?

Mr. Binnacle:

Ready and charged, sir.

Admiral Boom:

I'll take the report, Mr. Binnacle.

Mr. Binnacle:

The wind has changed, Sir. Seems to be comin' in from a new quarter.

Admiral Boom:

So it is.

Mr. Binnacle:

Sir?

Admiral Boom:

What is it?

Mr. Binnacle:

Bit of somethin' or other taking place off the port bow.

Admiral Boom:

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