
Nanny McPhee
[magical tinkling]
[man] We must begin our story, sad to say,
with an empty chair.
If it were not empty,
we would not have a story.
But it is, and we do, and it is time to tell it.
[birds twitter]
[whooshing and tinkling]
This is the story of my family,
of my seven children, who are all very clever
but all very, very, very naughty.
Aaaaah! Aaaah! Aaaaa-aaaagh...!
This is Nanny Whetstone,
the th nanny I had hired
to look after my children.
- Aaaaagh...!
- She was the strictest, the toughest
and the most fearless nanny in all the land.
As I went to work that day
at the funeral parlour,
I was confident in the knowledge
that there was nothing, absolutely nothing
- that my children could do to upset her.
- [shrieking approaches]
They've eaten the baby!
Except that.
- [children] Quick! He's coming!
- Hide!
- Quiet!
- Stop it!
- Shh!
- [urgent whispering]
[child burps]
Children, where's Aggy?
- [baby gurgles happily]
- [bells jingle]
[rattle jingles]
- Look at you.
- [Aggy gurgles]
You're all cabbagey.
Oh...and you're all gravy-y.
As was your intention, Nanny Whetstone
has resigned from her post.
I shall go to the agency this afternoon
and hire a new nanny.
You will not drive her away
as you have done with her predecessors.
[Aggy gurgles joyfully]
Papa.
Can't catch me out.
That showed 'em who's boss.
Aaaagh! Whoa! Ooh! [grunts]
Three days, eight hours and minutes.
So that got rid of her...
hours and minutes
quicker than the last one.
I think the turning point was definitely
eating the baby. Well done, Eric.
Mr Brown, are you all right?
I'm perfectly all right.
Evangeline, could you let Cook know
that the new nanny has had to leave
and I'm off to the agency to find a new one?
Good. I'll just...
[rattles doorknob]
- Mrs Partridge?
- [woman] We're closed.
- There's been a tiny hiccup.
- We're not here.
- Please, let me in...
- Go away.
Listen, they didn't eat the baby.
It was a chicken, actually.
There's no more nannies! You've had your lot.
[slams door upstairs]
[hinge creaks]
[mysterious woman's voice]
The person you need is Nanny McPhee.
Is that you, Mrs Partridge?
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