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When the early morning hours have come and gone Through the misty morning

showers I greet the dawn For when its light has hit the ground There's lots of

treasures to be found Underneath the lovely London sky

Throw the lamps from turning down. Please don't feel blue.

For in this part of London town, the light shines through.

Don't believe the things you've read. You never know what's up ahead.

Underneath the lovely London sky.

Have a pot of tea.

Men's a broken cup.

There's a different point of view awaiting you if you would just look up.

know. Get out of it!

Yesterday you had to borrow from your chum.

Seems the promise of tomorrow never comes.

But since you dreamed the night away, tomorrow's here, it's called today.

To count your blessings, you're a lucky guy.

For you're underneath the lovely London sky.

When the slump will disappear, it won't be long.

Sooner than you think you'll hear some bright new song.

All right, children.

So hold on tight to those you love. And maybe soon from up above, you'll be

blessed. So keep on looking high while you're underneath the

lovely London.

Steaming. Clams, they've done it again. Those blundering blowfish have run Big

Ben too soon.

Storm clouds.

On the horizon, sir.

Heading straight for Cherry Tree Lane.

Button down the hatches, Mr. Binnacle.

Rough seas ahead, I fear.

Michael!

Jane! What is it, Ellen?

Oh, not again.

Annabelle! George!

You heard on, Jake. I'll ring the plumbers.

I'll tile up the water in the maze. Yes, thank you, darling. Ellen, snatch us a

mop and towel, will you? I told him to get them parts fixed.

Been here since the Romans ruled.

What's happening?

Don't go in the kitchen, Georgie. Not without your wellies. Oh, yes, hello?

We've had a burst pipe.

Excuse me. Ellen!

Can you please get the door? I've got the plumbers here.

That was quick work, wasn't it? Yes, Georgie, just...

Take this.

Yes, I'm coming.

Golly.

Ah, good morning, Mum.

You look much like plumbers to me.

I meant on the phone.

We are not plumbers, we are lawyers.

Lawyers? And here's me. I've been in my previous... Water's on. And the plumbers

are on their way. Well done, everybody.

Phew, such excitement.

What are you doing here, Aunt Jane?

We're handing out breakfast at the Union Hall. I'd smack away for a morning hug.

Come here, Jordan.

Intrusion, Mum. Our current workload prevents us from taking weekends off. We

would like to have a word with Mr Banks, if he is available.

Is this a repossession?

Wait there.

Goodness, we're cleaning up that mess all morning. Here, let me take that for

you. Oh, thank you, sweetheart. Excuse me, sir.

The wolves are at the door.

What do they want?

Quite a good thrashing, if you ask me.

Oh, it's like the River Thames in there. Don't worry, Ellen. I'll clean up. Why

don't you see to the breakfast? Well, yes, somebody's got to, haven't they?

Unless we all want to starve.

Why didn't you let Ellington up? I'm afraid lately that means more work for

The other day I found the butcher's sack hanging on the coat rack and my hat was

in the larder.

Ah, we need a brush. Ellington's right.

Michael, don't forget you've got guests at the door. Oh, right.

I'm sorry. We're struggling through a bit of chaos this morning.

So it seems, unfortunately, Mr Banks, our business cannot wait.

Excuse me, sir.

How exactly am I supposed to make breakfast when there's nothing in the

but pickled herrings and marmalade? The groceries.

I meant to go yesterday.

Very well.

Pickled earrings for breakfast and marmalade for lunch.

There's a shop across the park that'll be open.

The three of us can go.

Thank you, John. But you said we would go to the park today. We can cut through

the park on the way.

Enough, Georgie. Come along. I'll take our father. Oh, thank you. Please, come

through.

Now, what is it that I can do for you?

I am Hamilton Gooding. This is Mr. Templeton Fry. We are solicitors with

firm of Gordy, Cordry, Gooding and Fry.

What?

No, sorry, nothing.

Spruce. Is that your garden club?

No. No, it's the Society for the Protection of the Rights of the

Citizens of England.

A labour organiser.

She's a labour organiser. Yes.

Yes, but we also run soup kitchens. It's a never -ending job these days, I'm

afraid. I'm sure it is, Mrs Banks.

Miss Banks, actually, I'm Michael's sister.

My wife passed away this last year.

Oh, that's awful. Those poor children.

Our deepest condolences.

Thank you. Forgive me, what brings the two of you here this morning? Say my

goodbyes. Mr Banks, you took out a loan with Fidelity Fiduciary Bank last year

against the value of your home.

You did what?

Michael. I had to, Jane.

With Kate and the bills piling up, I really had no choice. It's hard enough

these days, isn't it?

Yes, well, it seems you have fallen three months behind in your payments.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Kate, my wife, used to look after our finances, and I've been a bit off

forgive me.

How much is it that I owe you, exactly?

Unfortunately, the bank is now demanding that you pay back the entire loan in

full.

The entire loan?

Yes, it's all in the contract.

That's more than I make in a year. I couldn't possibly... Oh, dear.

You have five days.

If you are unable to pay in full by Friday at midnight, I'm afraid we will

to repossess your home and you will have to vacate the premises.

But I work for Fidelity Fiduciary.

Not as an accountant, I presume? No, as a teller. I took a part -time position

there this past year. You see, I'm really an artist. Yes, be that as it

my father, George Banks... Was a senior partner there. Father left us shares in

the bank. You could use those to pay off the loan.

I was saving those for the children. Shares?

In the bank?

That does change things, doesn't it?

Primed and ready, Mr. Pinnacle?

Ready and charged, sir.

Do you have the shares certificate?

I'm sorry, the what? The document. The document proving you own shares in the

bank.

I suppose it must be somewhere among Father's old pages. Yes, yes, I suppose

must. Three, two, one.

Fire!

Are you housing Atticus?

No, that's the admiral next door.

He fires off a cannon to mark the hour.

He's over five minutes late.

Yes, I'm afraid he's been running a little behind these last few years.

As are we this morning.

You've been given notice.

We'll see ourselves out. Come along, Mr Fry.

I do hope you find that set.

I really do. Good day to you both.

You really have chosen the wrong profession, you know.

Why didn't you tell me you'd taken that alone?

I didn't want to worry you.

Or the children.

I kept thinking I would catch up. Kate always managed.

All the thick -headed mistakes.

I can't lose our home, Jane. She's everywhere here.

Well, then we're not going to let that happen, but Michael...

You know we neither of us have any money, so we just have to find that

certificate. Do you have any idea where Father might have kept it? I don't know.

In the attic, perhaps?

Yes. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring you into all of this. Michael.

Michael. This is our family home and you're about to lose it, so please, stop

pretending everything's fine. Are we going to lose our home?

No. No, no, no. Aunt Jane was only... No, I was just saying you won't have to

worry because your father owns shares in the bank. But you said we don't have

enough money.

Well, I can make more money.

I am a banker now, aren't I? That's what bankers do.

Make money.

But you're not a banker. You're a painter.

Yes, well, painters don't make money.

Not these days. Here, you see?

The day has hardly begun, and I have already made you ten pounds.

You'd best be going.

One moment, John.

Georgie shouldn't have to spend his ten pounds on the shopping, should he?

Here you are.

Thank you, Father.

After the park, I see. Yes, that's right, Ellen.

That's nice.

Shall we search the attic, then? Don't you have to go to work? No.

Work can wait.

Oh, thank you, Jane. Well, why don't I check the attic and you check Father's

old wardrobe?

We'll make lunch when we get home, Ellen. Gilly stays here.

Allow me what little grown -ups should become.

Mother didn't give us enough, did he? Not nearly.

Well, we can ask for day -old bread at half -off.

That's what Mother used to do.

Hello, Willoughby.

Hello, Miss Lark. Hello, Georgie. Oh, Quinn.

Good boy, Willoughby. Come on, Georgie, we haven't got enough time for this.

Come on.

Balloon lady, can we get balloons?

No, Georgie, we haven't enough of groceries as it is.

Oi, Georgie Banks, keep off the grass.

I don't spend all day caring for it just to see my work get trampled off. Go on,

hop it.

What if father does lose the house?

We'll just have to figure out a way to get it back, I suppose.

You're right.

That's what mother would do.

No.

We haven't spoken in so long, dear.

This year has gone by in a blur.

Today seems everything's gone wrong here.

I'm looking for the way things were.

I know you'd laugh and call me tragic for everything's in disarray.

These rooms were always full of magic.

That's vanished.

Since you went away.

This house is crowded now with questions.

Your John's a walking questionnaire.

And I could surely use a few suggestions on how to brush our daughter's hair.

And Georgie needed explanations.

He always knew just what to say.

And I miss our family conversations.

It's silent since you went away.

Winter has gone, but not from this room.

Snow's left the lane, but the cherry trees forgot to

bloom.

The certificate.

I'll carry on the way you told me.

Say that like I have a choice.

And though you are not here to hold me, in the echoes I can hear your voice.

But still one question fills my day, dear.

The answer I've most longed to know.

Each moment since you went.

Away, dear.

My question cases.

Where'd you go?

Nothing in the wardrobe.

Oh, my goodness.

Yes, it's quite a mess.

Yes, it is.

What are all your art things doing up here?

Oh, I wasn't using them anymore.

She'll probably just get rid of it all.

Have you looked in Father's old desk?

I honestly can't remember why we kept most of this stuff to begin with.

I mean, why on earth did we save this old broken thing?

Don't you remember that kite?

We used to love flying that with Mother and Father.

Well, it won't fly anymore.

Out it goes.

No looking back.

Hold on tight to those you love.

And maybe soon...

Willoughby!

How long

do

you think it'll take us today?

Well, let's see.

It's a nine -minute walk to the shop.

So, if it takes ten minutes... Children! Children! Coming through!

Georgie! Come back!

Georgie! You two!

I've told you before.

Off the grass!

But, Uncle Robert! You heard me.

Now!

What?

Empire, live and breathe.

You need to be more careful when the wind rises, George. You nearly lost your

kite. And you two nearly lost your Georgie. You might have got away

had I not been holding on to the other end of that string.

My goodness, Annabelle.

What have you done to your clothes?

You could grow a garden in that much soil. And John?

Yeah, it's just as filthy.

How do you know her name?

Because she's Mary Poppins, of course.

May I say you look lovely as always.

Do you really think so?

Nice to see you, Jack.

Good to see you too, Mary Poppins.

I was just your age when we first met.

Working for a chimney sweep.

How is dear old Bird?

Travelling the world he is. Off to points unknown.

Well, now, I am off to speak with the father of these children. His family is

clearly in desperate need of a nanny.

Now, quick march, and best foot forward, and I'll thank you not to dawdle.

Come on.

Father, I'm ready.

Come quick.

Quickly. What is it, Georgie?

What are you talking about?

Come! Come, look!

Wait, where did you get that kite?

I found it in the park.

She kept it from blowing away.

Mary. Oh, Vince.

Close your mouth, please, Michael. We are still not a codfish.

Pissed. Teen bags.

Still rather inclined to giggle, I see.

Good heavens.

It really is you.

You seem hardly to have aged at all.

Really? How incredibly rude.

One never discusses a woman's age, Michael. Would have hoped I taught you

better. I'm sorry, I didn't hear... You came back.

I thought we'd never see you again.

It is wonderful to see you.

Yes, it is, isn't it?

So, you know her, then? Mary Poppins used to be our nanny.

What brings you here after all this time?

Same thing that brought me the first time. I've come to look after the Banks

children. Us?

Oh, yes, you too.

But we don't need a nanny. Mother taught us to look after ourselves.

You did just misplace Georgie, I might point out. Only slightly. We got him

back.

We can do anything a nanny can.

Mary Poppins flew here on a kite.

You can't do that, can you? What are you talking about, Georgie? Don't be silly.

Oh, let him believe what he likes. When your father and I were young, we used to

imagine that Mary Poppins could do all sorts of impossible things.

Actually...

Actually, what? Actually, I'd like to get back to the matter of my employment.

Your umbrella talks.

Georgie, please. We're in the midst of a grown -up conversation.

Why don't we go upstairs, Georgie? But it did talk. I promise.

I'm afraid Georgie sometimes suffers from an excess of imagination.

As I recall, you had the same affliction yourself when you were young. Did I

really? Well, those days are long behind me. Are they indeed?

Now, about my employment. Yes, about your employment. The truth is I simply

can't afford... We can settle on terms later, although I will want my old room

back, as if it's not a complete disaster.

And I will insist on having every second she was made of. No, I'm afraid I... Of

course, Mary Poppins. Good, good. That's all settled. Then I'll stay.

Now, if you'll excuse me, the children have turned themselves into dustbins, so

the first order of business is to see them properly bathed and dressed.

Jane, have you gone completely mad? I can't afford to take on anyone else.

Poppins! Poppins isn't just anyone. Don't you see, Michael? No one's hiring

nannies anymore.

Poor women have nowhere to go. Well, neither will we by the end of the week.

Grumpy isn't just like father. I do not. Give Mary Poppins a chance. You need

help just as much as she does. Very well she can stay for the time being, I

suppose.

After all, she did fly all this way on a kite.

Those things when we were young, they didn't really happen. No. No.

Ridiculous.

Hello, Mary Poppins. Hello, Ellen.

How'd she do that?

Do what?

And why didn't Father believe you flew here on a kite? Because it's complete

nonsense, of course.

Grown -ups forget.

They always do.

That will be quite enough of that. I should have left you in the umbrella

Not with the cane!

What are you two whispering about? Nothing.

Nothing? Such a useful word, isn't it? It can mean anything and everything.

It's just that... You don't require the services of a nanny. Well, we have grown

up a good deal in the past year, after all.

Yes.

Well, we'll have to see what can be done about that.

That was our mother's. Be careful.

I am always careful.

So you're staying?

Yes, I'll stay.

Until the door opens.

What does that mean?

That door's always opening.

Oh, not that door. Another one.

the bathroom door.

That's just silly, Georgie.

Not the bathroom door.

No, but a bath would prove useful.

Come along. Time for a good clean start.

Mother, always have us take our bath in the evening.

Well, in my experience, Annabelle, the perfect time of day to have a bath is

when one needs a wash.

Georgie, you will go first.

We are perfectly capable of drawing our own vast. How very helpful, John. In

that case, you may turn off the tap.

But not quite yet.

I still need to put in the bubbles.

But I don't like soap bubbles.

Well, then you shall have to try to avoid them at all costs.

She's a tough nut, isn't she?

All right, then.

But we'll have to get this done quickly.

Right. We still have to get down to the grocers.

And it looks as though it might rain.

I know who you should ask.

Your umbrella can't talk, Georgie. The very idea.

How do you know it can't? Because it can't. The very notion is ridiculous.

Exactly right, Annabelle. It's nonsense.

Foolishness. It makes no sense. If it makes no sense, it can't be true.

John, you're right. It's good to know you're bright.

For intellect can wash away confusion.

George, it sees.

And Annabelle agrees.

Most boulder rolls an optical illusion.

You three know it's true.

That one plus one is two. Yes, logic is the rock of our foundation.

I suspect, and I'm never incorrect, that you're far too old to give in

to imagination.

No, not yet.

Some people like to splash and play. Can you imagine that?

Take a seaside holiday, can you imagine that?

Too much glee leaves rings around the brain.

Take that joy and send it down the drain. Some people like to laugh at life

and giggle through the day.

They think the world's a brand new shiny toy.

And if while dreaming in the clouds they fall and go to sleep, although they're

down and bent in half, they brush right off. and start to laugh. Can you imagine

that?

On second thoughts, perhaps you're right. It makes no sense to take a bath

early. Wait!

I want to take a bath.

Oh, really?

Very well then.

Up you go.

a bath after all, but then again, it's not my tub.

Shouldn't you go in after them?

No, I had my bath this morning. Thank you. Well, if you won't...

Some people like to dive right in, can you imagine that? And flap about in

of gin, can you imagine that?

Doggies paddling twenty leagues below might seem real, but we know it's not

so.

Cook without a recipe, can you imagine that? And heaven knows what lives within

that pot.

Some pirates follow treasure maps and wear a silly hat. They search the world

for buried gold. They won't grow up and don't grow old. Can you imagine?

lifts them high above the blue.

Yet some others, they're an anchor, and they sink in seconds flat.

So, perhaps we've learnt when day has done some stuff and nonsense could be

Well, then that's it. It's not here.

Not now, please.

But it really happened. Tell them, Mary Poppins. I have no idea what you're all

talking about.

We swam to a pirate ship. Enough.

Please.

You're right, Father.

We're sorry.

No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I don't mean to be cross with all of you. I've just lost something very

important.

Yes, and we're going to find it. I'm sure your grandfather just tucked it

somewhere, safekeeping the bank.

Didn't Father have a safety deposit box in the bank?

Yes. Yes, he did. Well, let's go.

It's closed.

We'll go first thing in the morning.

But won't we need a key?

There's a whole drawer full of keys in Father's old desk upstairs.

Is there?

Yes. My goodness gracious glory me.

You'd think by now they'd have learned to pick up after themselves.

Cleaning is not a spectator sport, I'll remind you. John Annabelle put all the

books back on the bookshelves. Georgia Banks, come back here.

Take out this rubbish, would you? Yes, Mary Poppins.

There's a good boy.

Off you go, spit spot.

Oh, well.

That's that.

What about Mr. Dawes, Jr.? Couldn't he give you more time?

Yes, I'm sure he could if he was still here, but Dawes' nephew has been running

things lately.

I don't think he even knows who I am.

Thank you.

Well, it's high time you found out, don't you think?

Jane?

James. James.

Good morning.

Sorry.

James, we can't just charge into his office.

Hello, Miss Penny Farthing, is it?

Heavens, did the old secretary finally retire?

She always had that big jar of sweets on the desk we'd raid as children. I

remember that jar.

Those little coffees that stuck your teeth together.

Must get you one of those jars, Miss Farthing. Of course, sir.

This wouldn't happen to be your sister, would it, Mr. Banks? Yes.

Jane Banks.

How do you do?

Great pleasure to meet you. William Weatherall Wilkins. Do step this way.

If I had known that George Banks' son had taken a loan with us, I would have

handled the paperwork myself.

Unfortunately...

Regarding an extension, there's very little I can do at this point. I see.

Our father did leave us shares in the bank.

Oh.

Well, that is good news.

Yes, yes, it is, but the trouble is we can't seem to find the share

You wouldn't happen to have any record of father's shares, would you? I would

think so.

Bring in the shareholder's letter, would you, Miss Farthing? Right away, Mr

Wilkins.

And what about your uncle, Mr Dawes, Jr.? He'd know if father received

wouldn't he?

I'm afraid dear old Uncle Dawes is getting on in years on compos mentis.

Sadly, it's why I had to take over for him. Ah, thank you, Miss Farthing.

Babcock, Baker...

Hmm.

Doesn't seem to be a listing for George Banks here.

Don't despair.

You still have until that big fellow out there chimes his last on Friday night

to find that certificate.

And I'll keep looking here as well.

Yes, well, thank you so very much, Mr Wilkins. It's really been a great

pleasure. Thank you. Very kind of you. Thank you, Mr Wilkins. Not at all.

Bring in all of George Banks' old files, would you? Of course.

Georgie, this is a nursery. Let me remind you, you're not a music hall. Can

have another box?

Oh, pish -posh.

Now, John, you'd best go downstairs and help Ellen put away the dishes.

Yes, Mary Poppins.

Here, I can put those away myself.

Very well, then.

Now, Georgie Banks, if you are hoping that I will let you take this sadly

neglected kite to the park tomorrow, you'd better start patching it up this

instant. Yes, Mary Poppins.

Let me help you with this.

Oh, you're a good lad.

You're such a help, you are.

If only we could help your father save this poor old house.

I could sell my brooch and necklace, I suppose.

Matching set.

My old mum gave them to me.

You'd do that for us?

What, sell my private possessions?

Oh, no, I didn't mean like that. No.

I think they're fakes, anyway.

No.

Plenty in this house worth more than them old trinkets.

Is it? Excuse me, Ellen.

It's got into him.

I'll go.

I know how to save the house. What do you mean?

If you two are going to keep up all of this whispering, I'd like you to

doing so as loudly as possible. It will still be bad manners, but at least then

we'll all be in on the secret.

Oh, hello, Jack.

Mary Poppins, how are you this fine evening? I'm settling in quite nicely,

you.

You know, when I was a lad, I used to wave up to the boy and girl who lived

here.

You mean Michael and Jane?

Oh, Miss Jane Banks.

See, Mr. Banks, about now and again, it's been ages since I've seen her. Oh,

lives in a flat on the other side of town now. I'm sure you'll bump into her

of these days.

What are you doing? No, we're not supposed to touch that. It's authentic

daughter in China, Annabelle.

Mother always said it was priceless.

There had better be enough to pay your father's debt.

That's a terrible idea, George. You know Mother loved that gold.

But she said it herself to save the house.

That was Mother's! Turn that back!

George, will you give it to me?

It's a good thing you came along when you did, Mary Poppins.

That didn't sound good, now, did it?

What are the three of you up to?

Which of you broke the bowl?

Sure he did. I did not!

No, I didn't.

Actually,

it was all three of them.

Who said that?

Oh, dear.

Look, the picture's changed. Looks as though they've broken your carriage

That they have.

It's useless now.

Useless as a chocolate teapot.

And who do we think has got to fix that?

Ah, there's the riddle. Then what broke it fixes it, that's what I say. What do

you think, Mary Poppins?

Well, I suppose we have no choice.

But how are we going to do that?

I know a bit about fixing carriages.

But we can't fix the carriage wheel. It isn't possible.

Everything is possible.

Even the impossible.

Gather round, everyone. What?

Georgie, don't forget Gilly.

Are we ready?

Wow! What just happened?

Where are we?

Looks like we're in China, so to speak.

Over here, everyone. This wheel won't fix itself.

Now tread lightly. This is fine porcelain and we don't want to chip the

No,

Georgie. Head up and feet beneath you. You too, John.

Excuse me, driver.

Would you help us?

Well, Mary Poppins, is it yourself?

But she's... But you're... That's right. I'm Irish.

I'm also part poodle.

Yes.

How wonderful to see you, Seamus. I'm so sorry about all this.

Now, would you help Jack lift the carriage while the children put the

on? With pleasure.

He's talking to a dog.

Well, of course she can talk.

Take your places, everyone.

Ready?

And lift.

Let's see now.

This should do it.

There we are.

Ship shape. That's a bad job at all.

I suppose it'll have to do.

And back to the nursery we go.

Back already?

Tony said it was dull for a while.

I want a carriage ride.

I wouldn't mind one myself.

Well, I suppose it wouldn't do any harm.

Seamus, would you mind? Not in the least.

Climb aboard, everybody.

Hooray! Mind the step. Plant yourselves comfy.

Now, where would we all like to go on this fine, fine day?

The Royal Dalton Music Hall, please.

What? What's that?

We're on the brink of an adventure, children. Don't spoil it with too many

questions. Let's go, Clive. Easy.

In the nursery you were never by yourself.

There was quite another world upon your shelf. Oh, Dawn?

Where each day crowds make their way upon the sun's descent.

To a mythical, mystical, never quite logistical tent.

Yes, in this dilly dynamical, simply ceramical royal Dalton ball. There's a

cuddly and curious, surrey and furious animal watering hole.

Where the monkeys and hummingbirds know the tunes and the words every beast...

Draw a pool always on Coral Bowl. Royal Dalton Music Hall.

Ooh, that one tickled my tail.

Nearly there, Mary Poppins.

Yes, in this marvellous, mystical, rather sophistical Royal Dalton Bowl.

There's a lot of birds queuing up, a lot of hams chewing up. Scenery they

swallow whole. There are lots of cats tuning strings.

Nightingales in the wings waiting for their big drum roll.

Cats are simply sensational.

Standing ovation. Royal Dolphin!

One thing you should know about Mary Poppins, she never explains anything.

Hurry, hurry, only a few sheets left. Get tickets while you can for the one

night only, one and only Mary Poppins.

What an honour it is to have you join us this evening.

Thank you. And who is this I see?

Why, it's John, Annabelle and Georgie Banks.

Do you know us?

Of course.

Everyone knows the Banks children.

We've all been watching you in the nursery for years. It's so good to

meet you. Hurry along now. Get yourself some peanuts and candy floss and go

right on in.

Maybe they're popping.

Yes.

Come on, let's get candy floss. Just keep away from the edge of the bowl.

The one.

D -flat major.

Uncle Gutenberg was a bookworm and he lived on Charing Cross.

The memory of his volumes brings a smile.

He would read me lots of stories when he wasn't on the source.

Now I'd like to share the wisdom of my favourite bibliophile.

He's better.

Cover is not the work, so open it up and take a look. Because under the covers

one discovers that the king may be a crook. Chapter titles are like signs,

if you read between the lines, you'll find your first...

Certainly.

Nellie Rubina was made of wood, but what could not be seen was though a trunk up

top was barren, well, her roots were lush and green. So in spring, when Mr.

we saw her blossoms bloom in there, he took root despite a bark, and now

seedlings everywhere.

Which proves the cover is not bubble, so open it up and take a look. So under

the cover, one discovers that the king may be a drop shot. The titles are

like... And if you read between the lines, you'll find your first impression

mistook.

For a cover is nice, but a cover is not the one.

Should we do the one about the wealthy widow?

Oh, by all means. Always loved that one. Well, go on then.

Lady Hyacinth McCall brought all her treasures to a reef. Where she only wore

smile. Plus two feathers.

And a leaf.

So no one tried to rob her, cos she barely wore a stick. For when you're in

birthday suit, there ain't...

Oh,

give us the one about the dirty rascal, why don't you?

Isn't that one a bit long? Well, the quicker you're into it, the quicker

out of it.

Once upon a time in a nursery rhyme, there was a castle with a king hiding in

wing. Because he never went to school to learn a single thing. He had scepters

and swords and parliament of lords, but on the inside he was sad. He's sad.

Because he never had a wisdom for numbers, a wisdom for words. Though his

was quite immense, his brain was smaller than a bird's. So the queen of the

nation made a royal proclamation to the missus and the lessus, the more or

lessus, bring me all the land's professors. Then she went to the air

and they came from the east, and they came from the south. From each college

they put knowledge from their brains into his mouth. But the king couldn't

learn, so each professor met their fate. For the queen had their heads removed

and placed upon the gate. And on that date...

I see their wives all got a note, their mate was now the late Greg. But then

suddenly one day a stranger started in to sing. He said, I'm the dirty rascal

and I'm here to teach the king. And the queen clapped her jewels, for she hated

royal fools. But this fool had some rules, they really ought to teach in

schools. Like you'll be a happy king if you enjoy the things you've got. You

should never try to be the kind of person that you're not. So they sang and

laughed, for the king had found a friend. And they ran on to a rainbow for

story's perfect end. So the moral is you mustn't let the outside be the guide.

For it's not so cut and dried. Well, unless it's Dr. Jekyll, then you'd

hide. Petrified!

No, the truth can't be denied, as I now have testified. All that really counts

and matters is the special stuff inside.

You did it!

So please

listen to what we've said and open a book tonight

in bed.

So one more time before we get the hook.

Outro!

to come and visit us so we could pay a visit to your nursery.

nightmare

Listen to the three of you. You're all worrying far too much.

After all, you can't lose what you've never lost.

I don't understand.

Well, do you ever lie awake at night

just between the dark and the morning?

for the place where the lost things go do you ever

dream or reminisce wondering where to find

what you truly

disappeared nothing's really left or lost without a trace

nothing's gone forever only out of

place so maybe now the dish and my

best spoon are playing hide and seek just behind the

moon waiting there until it's time to show

spring is like that now far beneath the snow

hiding in the place where the lost

things go now time

to get some sleep and in the morning bright and early we'll take that bowl to

cousin we'll have it mended

Time to close your eyes so sleep can come around.

For when you dream, you'll find all that's lost.

is the perfect phrase smiling from a star that

she makes glow trust she's always there

watching as you grow find her in the

place where

It wasn't a dream after all.

Shall we tell her?

Better not.

I expect she already knows.

Stop the devil to shoot!

What are those pea -brained big Ben buffoons doing? Watch!

Ahoy there, fair lady!

Hello. Good morning.

Oh!

Oh, no, no, no. It's all right. Don't worry.

Let me help you. Thank you.

Good morning, Jane.

I see you've bumped into Jack.

The children and I are heading into town to get something thick.

Would you like to come with us?

What cause? I'm afraid we've got a rally today.

Oh, that's right. You ought to give Jack one of those... Lion.

You're Miss Frank, aren't you? Yes.

I don't know if you remember me. I used to wave to you when I'd see you up there

in that very window.

Yes.

Jack. Yes, of course I remember.

Call me Jane, please.

Of course, I was much younger then.

True. But your smile hasn't changed a bit.

Well, it's this afternoon, if you can make it.

Spruce, eh?

Good for you, Jane Banks.

All us lamplighters know what a fine job you're doing for the workers. Well, we

try our best.

You ever need a ladder raised or a lamplit, consider it done.

Thank you, Jack. Thank you.

Polishing the keyhole, are we? Look at this.

Miss Jane's chatting with her handsome lamplighter.

Looks like it's lit her up as well, doesn't it?

Oh, no, that'll cover this.

Now, she says that ship's piled. And I say there are always other ships.

The alarm didn't ring. Oh, dear. Let me help you.

Oh, I'm going to be late.

That's all I need. No, you're not late yet, Charlie.

Here you are.

Off you go.

Good morning, Michael.

Hello, forgive me, I have to run. Oh, I'm so sorry.

It's fine.

I'm looking for number 19.

Oh, two doors down.

Many thanks, sincerely.

Michael!

Your briefcase!

I mean, leave his head on the breakfast table if it weren't screwed on.

Here, Ellen, I'll take the briefcase. The children and I are heading that way

an errand. We'll stop by the bank afterwards.

I'll give you a lift. My rounds are done.

Wonderful. All aboard, everyone. Come on.

On the bicycle?

But there are five of us. They can't all fit.

We'll wait on those wheels alone.

Don't you mind about that. It's all a question of balance.

Annabel here.

What?

And then John.

What? Lift this up straight. You're not a flower bag.

Georgie at the front. Yay!

Mary Poppins, you here?

No! All right,

everybody.

Timed and ready, Mr. Pinnacle? Ready and charged, sir. Ready, everyone?

Ready. Are you sure this is quite safe? Not in the slightest. Ready. Three, two,

steady, one.

Jiggity -jog.

Thank you, Georgie.

This way, please.

Never noticed us, Ali, before.

Well, clearly you've never had a royal Dalton ball that wanted mending.

Straight ahead.

Large and small fix -it shop. Looks as though it's just a small fix -it shop

today. That's just what we want. The bowl only needs a small fix after all.

Oh, so now my head is a door knocker. I suppose my beak might be useful for

opening cans.

Just fuss, fuss, fuss. Don't be so dramatic.

Please stay away. It is second Wednesday.

Second Wednesday? Oh, dear.

I'd forgotten.

Still, today or never, that's my motto.

Ow! There we are.

Follow me.

So, in you come.

You do not listen to Foxy.

Oh,

no. It has begun.

Now, what do you want?

You have guests, cousin. You might at least greet them at the door.

And how am I to do that, please, when I am down here, up on the ceiling?

Very well. We'll come to you.

Excuse me, please, Georgie.

Now, this way.

Be careful on the way up.

Why be careful?

Leave it all for Topsy to fix.

Climb on my shelf.

Step on the toys.

Hit the little china dolls in their faces.

John, Annabelle, Georgie, and Jack.

This is my cousin. Second cousin.

Many a times removed.

Tatiana Antonasia Cositore Topo Trepolovsky. Oh, well, you may call me

That's an unusual accent you've got there. Where are you from? Oh, that's a

interesting story. We have no idea.

We need you to fix this bowl, dear. No, no, no, no, no. It is as I have told to

you. Second Wednesday of the month, when everything is turning turtle.

Turning turtle?

What exactly does that mean?

It means my whole world goes flippity -flop like a turtle on its back.

And I don't know my up from my down, my east from my west, my topsy from my

bottomsy.

Yes, I think we've all grasped the concept.

Good. That's quick for you.

You see, my little, anything I try to fix on second Wednesday goes keflowy.

Keflowy.

Keflowy! Please, cousin, you have always said that you can fix anything.

Sweet girl, you tell Mary Poppins, who doesn't listen, that any other day

Tatiana Antonadze Acquisitori Topo Trebelovsky can fix anything.

If you ring with something broken on a Thursday, I'll make new

with my glue, pins and thread.

But you bring when I've awoken on a Friday.

I will mend and then spend on a handbag.

Children's Saturdays and Mondays are just everything is Sundays.

But in the second week, I'm very strong.

For I know that after Tuesday comes the topsy gets bad news day. It's the very

second Wednesday.

Stop is go, and that is why Every second Wednesday is a hurdle From eight to

nine, all is well Then I roll over on my shell and all Because the world is

turning turtle No, day is night, dog is cat Black is white, thin is fat That is

why I'm loosening up my girdle I cannot help this charming troop Don't mock me,

cause I'm in the soup And why? Because the world is turning turtle

I long for Tolstoy's when the world is drab.

When will it cease? Now my life resembles war and peace. That Tolstoy

has the gift of gab. I couldn't get through it. Bottom stop. King is young.

Peace and quiet. Storm and drag. Tuesday nights my blood begins to curdle.

It is rest. Inn is out. And that is why I need to shut the door.

Thank you.

Thank

you.

How can that be? Well, you say, where would I stay? Lucky you.

Lucky me? Yes. Here on your head, A is far behind and led by Z. It's good to

a different point of view.

I love your shoes.

You see, when the world turns upside down, the best thing is to turn right

with it.

I do see.

From down here, things look right side up.

I wouldn't mind seeing things from that angle.

Sounds like fun, can't we?

Very well.

Flippity -flop.

There is Boris. There is that.

Purtles turning everywhere.

Things are getting clear. Well, knock on wood, my dear.

When you change the view from where you stood, the things you view will change

for good.

I never thought of things that way. He never thought of things that way. Now,

Wednesdays are my favorite day. Now, Wednesdays are... Because yesterday, I'm

quite contrary.

And now, thanks to God and Mary, I have changed to be exact. I love the fact the

world is turning to gold.

To gold.

To gold.

Come,

give your bow to me.

No more am I afraid with these new points of view.

Good.

In money?

Not very much, I'm afraid, but that doesn't make it any less beautiful.

My mother always said it was priceless.

Well, I'm sure it was to her.

Mary Poppins is right, for once.

It is all in the way that you look at things.

Thank you, cousin.

Now come along, children. Get your hats.

And don't you worry about mother's bowl.

I will fix and make perfect for you.

So you come back maybe next second Wednesday?

Yes, speed spot.

Nice meeting you, Topsy Turvy.

Topsy Turvy.

I like his kitchen.

Now what do we do?

I have no idea.

Well, like Topsy said... Maybe we should start looking at things differently.

Oh, marvelous.

It looks like things are starting to turn around for my cousin.

Mary Poppins, this is not the quickest way to the bus.

It is today.

Say, I could come back and give you a hand with all that once I drop the

at the bank. Oh, no, please don't worry. I'm perfectly fine, really.

No nonsense. The bank's just around the corner, and the children and I have

plenty of legs to get us there. Now, climb off, everyone. Ready?

And jump.

Steady the bicycle for me, would you, children? You sure you don't mind, Jack?

Of course not.

I was hoping to drop by that rally of yours, anyway.

You were?

Oh, good.

You can ride in the front basket.

Really? I think she'll be back to here.

Here, is it? Yeah. Now, where should I hold on?

Handle, boss, fine.

Ready? Yes, ready as I live. Woo -hoo!

Woo -hoo! Woo -hoo!

Woo -hoo!

Woo -hoo!

Woo -hoo!

Woo -hoo!

Woo -hoo!

Right,

that's enough.

could help us save our house.

I'm sure fathers already are. Well, we haven't.

Maybe you can get them to see things from a new point of view.

Sit over there, please, children.

Good afternoon.

I'd like to see Mr.

Michael... I'll give you a signature for that, sir.

Of course.

Excuse me a moment.

You hurt his feelings.

You do know who those men are, don't you, Georgie? Yes.

They're the lawyers.

He's the nice one.

Maybe we could convince him to help us.

But the try.

Today or never, that's my mother.

Go on.

Now. How can I help you? Finally.

I'd like to see Mr. Michael Banks, please.

Is

there

something I can do for your children?

May I have a seat, please?

Yes, of course you can, dear.

You all can.

How many repossessions so far this month?

Nineteen, sir, and we have nearly that amount scheduled for next week alone.

Who'd have thought this slump would be so good for business, eh?

I wonder, Mr Wilkins, if perhaps, as Michael Banks is an employee, you might

consider giving him a few more weeks. And lose our chance to get that house?

I mean, I... I don't like to lose, Mr Fry.

Yes, sir. Right away, Mr. Wilkins.

Why don't you all help yourselves?

Come on.

Officer's the bank chairman.

We can't go in there.

I'm running a business, not a charity.

It's just that, well, his family has suffered tremendous hardship this past

year. You are not giving banks one more second to pay off that loan. Do I make

myself clear?

Look.

It's the wolf.

In two days, Banks will be out on that street, and the house will be ours.

Jody, no!

You can't steal our house! I'm telling my father!

Steal your... Who are you?

These are the Banks' children.

Are they?

Come here, boy. I think you might have missed one of the... Let's go, Jody!

Close that door, Miss Farthing!

There you are, Michael. The children and I brought you your briefcase. Oh, thank

you. Where are the children?

Wait,

what is it? What's happened?

He's the boss. Trying to steal our house. What on earth are you talking

I'm afraid your children burst into my office just now, Banks.

What? Just seeing if anything could be done about extending your loan. When

came in claiming I was trying to steal your house.

He is. We heard him.

Mr. Wilkins is trying to help us.

I just thought they might stop running around and making a scene if I offered

them some sweets.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Wilkins.

See, it doesn't happen again.

After all, you don't want your father losing his position on account of you.

I know time is running short, Banks, but I want you to have every chance of

paying off that loan. So I will make sure that I'm in my office on Friday

evening until the last stroke of midnight.

You have my word. Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Gentlemen?

But, Father, he really... Not another word!

Take them home this instant. Yes, sir. We'll discuss this when I get back.

Come along, children.

Now we've done a tantrum.

I don't think I've ever seen Father Russ upset with us before.

But we were telling the truth!

That doesn't matter, Georgie. We got him into trouble and he doesn't even know

that we broke Mother's bowl.

Everything we've tried to fix, we've only made worse.

Which way do we go, Mary Poppins?

Now, why would you ask me?

The three of you are leading the way, after all.

Ah, but we were... Walking around in a fog.

No, we weren't. I mean, we are in a fog, but we were only talking.

Yes, too focused on where you've been to pay attention to where you're going.

But Father told us to go straight home. He'll be furious if we're late. Not much

to be done about that now, is there?

Are we lost, then?

That would depend on where you want to go.

At your service.

Say, what's with all the glum faces?

Lost sixpence and found a penny.

You've made a mess of everything. Father's furious with us. We can't find

way home.

Lost? Are you married, Bobbitt?

Hopelessly.

Well, I'm no expert.

But if ever I lose my way, I just look for a little light to guide me.

Let's say you're lost in a park shore.

You can give in to the dark or you can trip a little like

fantastic with me.

When you're alone in your room, your choice is just embrace the

gloom or you can trip a little like fantastic with me.

For if you hide under the covers, you might never see the day.

But if a spark can start inside your heart, then you can always find a way.

when life is getting dreary, just pretend that you're a leery as you trip

little light fantastic with me.

What's a leery? Why, it's what we lamplighters call ourselves, of course.

to send up the call to arms.

Leeries! Trip the lights and lead the way.

Now, when you're stuck in the mist, sure, you can struggle and resist. Or

can trip a little like fantastic with me.

Now, say you're lost in the crowd. Well, you can stamp and scream out loud. Or

you can trip a little like fantastic with me.

And when the fog comes rolling in, just keep your feet upon the path.

Mustn't mope and frown, or worse, lie down. Don't let it be your epitaph.

So when life is getting scary, be your own illuminary. Who can shine the light

for all the world to see?

As you trip a little light. Fantastic.

With me.

A leery lad's the edge of night. Though dim to him, the world looks bright.

He's got the gift of second sight. To trip a little light.

O 'Leary's job is to light the way To break the night and make it day We mimic

the moon, yes, that's our aim For we're the keepers of the day And if you're

deep inside a tunnel And there is no end in sight Well, just carry on until the

dawn It's darkest right before the light Now what do we do?

Well, just as Jack said, we follow the light.

Come along.

Join us in a bit of kick and prance.

What did he say?

Kick and prance. It means dance. It's leery speak.

You don't say the word you mean. You say some of the rhymes only.

Here, I'll show you how it works.

Angus, give us your weeping wail.

To the rest of you, that means tail.

I was short of a sheet. He was in the street. Just to tumble down a thing.

to get himself a drink. Then I pinched what's but off. He grabbed his ladder.

smile and smirk. To work.

There's nothing to it.

Can you... Can I speak leery, Mary Poppins? Can I speak leery?

Of course you can. She's Mary Poppins.

Can we do it with you? Please.

Oh, very well then.

Children, tell us your sorry tale.

Give us your weep and wail. Well, we had this bull.

Rabbit in the hole. That fell and broke.

Bicycle spoon.

So we took it to a shop. Like a lollypot. And went upside down. Met the

clown. Then went to the bank.

Rattle and clank. Got lost in the pub. Lump on a log. We found a friend. Who

stands in defence.

Who took us on a trip. Snap a horse's dick. And we took it up.

That sounds a little bit bombastic. But they tripped the line. We tripped the

line.

If your life is dead and foggy, that's no reason to complain.

There's so much in store inside the door of 17 Cherry Tree Lane.

So when troubles are in session, simply be more intangible.

For your life comes with a lifetime guarantee.

As you live your life fantastically. Won't you live your life fantastically?

Come on!

What on earth have you all been?

I told you to bring them straight home. I've been worried sick.

We're sorry we're late, Father. It wasn't Mary Poppins' fault.

We got lost in the fog.

Jack and the Learys led us down the frog and toad.

He means road.

So you've been off filling the children's heads with stuff and

I've had quite enough. Come in at once.

Best to take my leave. Good night. Good night, Jack.

Into the parlour. Go on.

Go on.

Don't be too hard on them, sir.

They're only children, after all.

I know they're children.

My children, and I will deal with them as I see fit. Now leave us to it.

Yes, sir.

Not you, Mary Poppins, in here.

Very well, sir.

You could have lost me my job.

Do you understand that?

Have you any idea how difficult it is to find a good position like mine these

days?

But there you all were, tearing about like a... And you, Mary Poppins, I

you were here to look after these children.

It wasn't her doing it. It was me.

No, it was us.

We thought maybe if we talked to Mr Fry, he could give you more time to save the

house. We were only trying to help. Well, you didn't help!

Now, I know it's been a hard year for our family, and I've done all I can to

keep you all from worrying, but I can't do this on my own. It's too hard. I

just... I'm barely holding it together as it is. I can't even seem to remember

my briefcase in the morning.

And there's no more time. We're about to lose our home, and I can't lose this

house. I just can't.

I don't know what to do. I'm sorry. I don't know what to do.

Everything's fallen to pieces since your mother.

Haven't we lost enough already?

We haven't lost, Mother.

Not really.

Why did you all get so clever?

Last night Mary Poppins told us... I hope I'm

as clever as you when I grow up.

You're right.

Of course you're right, Georgie.

Your mother's not gone. She's in your smile.

And in your walk, John.

And Annabel's eyes.

And she'll always be with us.

Wherever we go.

Love you.

Now run along, wash your hands, get ready for dinner.

Did you have something to do with them trying to save the house?

I never said a word.

It was all the children's idea.

The whole time I've been looking after them, they've been looking after me. I

had it all backward.

A bank's family trade.

What was I thinking?

Some people think a great deal too much.

Of that I'm certain.

Here, Jane.

Let me help you with that. Oh, thank you.

No luck.

We can look through everything again if you like.

No. No, there's no point. It's nearly midnight.

We tried our best.

But thank you, Jack, so much. And thanks to all your friends for helping us.

Thank you. Of course.

Anything for you.

We'll be out in a moment.

The children have packed up the last of their things themselves.

Well done, everyone.

All right, have you got Gilly?

Yes, Father.

Good, good.

Good riddance to that old kitchen.

Never could figure out that stove.

All right, well, we've spent every last moment that we can here.

Time to say goodbye.

Goodbye, old friend.

What are you all doing here so late?

We've been waiting to see you off, sir. We'd be here no matter what the hour. If

you or your family should ever need a place to stay, Willoughby and I would be

happy for the company.

That's very kind of you, Miss Lark. Jane's offered to put us up in her flat,

least for the time being.

No, forever, for as long as you'd like.

I wish you'd come with us, Ellen. Oh, don't you worry about me.

I've got a nice room fixed up at my sister's.

You won't need us, will you, Mary Poppins?

Don't be silly.

She says she's not leaving until the door opens.

In any case, your home is with us.

I'm pleased she got caught on your string, Georgie. My cape!

I forgot my cape! Very well, but be quick about it.

The Admiral's got something he would like to give you, Mr Banks, sir.

HMS Glad Tidings. I commanded her myself.

May she guide you safely into port.

Thank you very much, Admiral.

I will take very good care of her.

Eight bells, Mr. Binnacle. Time to man our post.

Yes, sir. Goodbye, Mr. Banks, sir. Bye.

Goodbye, Binnacle. I found it!

Bye, Willoughby. Oh, I'm not sure that's going to get off the ground anymore.

It looks more glue than kite.

Georgie, did you patch this up with one of my old drawings?

It looks like you've done a fine job there.

Look. Can you see?

That's all of us together in front of the, um...

What is it, Father?

Wait.

Certificate of shares?

This is what we've been looking for.

We need to get to the bank.

What's the time? Anyone?

Seven minutes to midnight.

Seven minutes? It's not enough time. We need to be at the bank by midnight.

Take the van. No, it's no good. You still wouldn't make it in time. Well,

can we do?

Nothing. We can't turn back time. Why not?

Everything is possible.

Even the impossible.

Can we do that, Mary Coppins?

Can we turn back time?

Well, I don't see why that couldn't be arranged.

That's ridiculous.

Indeed it is, Michael. It's not.

Foolishness. It makes no sense.

And if it makes no sense, it can't be true.

What are you all talking about? Never you mind about that. You just get that

kite to the bank as fast as possible and leave the rest to us. How will you do?

I will need a lot of help, Jack. It is done. Go and gather the lyrics. Right.

Children, help me ready the bicycle.

I'll take the reins this time. Speed is of the essence. Have you ever ridden a

bicycle like this before?

See, how different can it be from riding an elephant?

Ready? And up.

Now all we have to do is turn back time.

A very good week's work, gentlemen.

Thank you, sir.

It looks as if Banks won't be joining us tonight.

He does have a few more minutes, sir.

You said you'd wait until the last stroke of midnight. Yes, I know that.

So we wait.

I'm a man of my word.

How much time do we have? Um...

There's only five minutes left, I think.

Good. Now over to the tower. What?

Sorry. This is as far as you go. Back in a flash.

Come on.

I mean, you'd think they'd never done this before.

minutes to go.

Two, one.

Why hasn't Big Ben chimed?

Perhaps your watch is running fast. Don't be a simpleton. My watch never

fast.

Big Ben's gone dark.

Relight the clock, Jack. Quickly.

Look, they've relit Big Ben.

But that time is wrong.

The clock, Mr. Clark.

That's Max.

He's made it in time.

Not yet, he hasn't. Get down there and make sure he doesn't get inside until

that blasted clock strikes twelve.

But, sir... Now, Mr. Fry!

Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

James? What?

Let's go fly a kite.

There it is. Come on with the light. The first one? Okay.

You run. I'll unspool.

Yes, quick.

What is all this?

It's what we've been looking for.

Three, two, one.

Fire!

Mr. Pinnacle.

Big Ben has finally got it right.

And this goes at the top.

What's that? Where does this go?

No,

this piece goes there.

And does it matter that it's all cut up in bits? It's still worth something, is

it? It's still valid so long as all the pieces are there.

Is that so?

Now, Georgie, there was one more piece, a corner piece with a lot of signatures

on it. Do you remember that?

It must have been in his house, I'm sorry, Father.

Oh, that's all right, Georgie.

No, it isn't.

I'm afraid you have a problem, Banks.

You see, without those signatures, you have no bank shares.

No house.

You have nothing.

What? But he knows you have the bank shares.

He's been planning this all along.

Take your children out of here, Banks. I've had enough of their lies.

Don't you dare insult my children.

Don't you dare.

They are not lying, and you know it.

Only wish I believed them sooner.

You all had him pegged right from the start, didn't you?

Come on.

Now take the house.

Go ahead.

I've everything I need right here.

Yes, you there, Willie.

Uncle George.

What on earth are you doing here?

A little bird told me that you've been trying to cheat the bank's family out of

their shares in this bank.

That, yes, we heard him.

I also hear you've been telling the whole of London that I've gone loony.

The only loony thing I ever did was trust you to look after this bank.

You can't be serious. I've nearly doubled the profits of this bank. Yes,

wringing it out of the customers' pockets.

Their trust in us built this bank.

You squatted every last bit of the goodwill.

Well, Willie, I'm back and wore out.

Gentlemen, would you show my nephew to the door, please?

Yes, sir, Mr. Dawes.

You're all fit to run this bank.

Oh, we'll see about that.

I may be sickle in the drain, but I've got a few steps left in me.

So when they tell you that you're finished and your chance to dance is

that's the time to stand, to strike up the band, and tell them that you've just

begun. So when life's a real piece of pie, you must choose to be a trooper,

your life comes with a lifetime guarantee.

As you...

With me!

Trip -a -little. Trip -a -little. Trip -a -little. Trip -a -little. Trip -a

-little. Trip -a -little. Trip -a -little. Trip -a -little. Trip -a

Trip -a

-little.

Trip -a

-little.

Once upon a time, there was a man with a wooden leg.

That's not it.

It's about a little boy named Michael.

Michael wanted to give his tuppence to a bird lady.

But after a little persuasion, he decided to give it to his father.

Michael's father, your grandfather.

gave those tuppence to this bank and told us to guard it well.

We did just that.

And after several quite clever investments, if I do say so myself,

that tuppence has grown into quite a tidy sum.

Really?

Really, Michael. In fact, enough to pay off that loan you took.

The house is yours.

Thank you.

What a beautiful day to be going back home. Look at them lovely cherry

They're lovely.

We shall have to paint them.

What about you, Jane?

What about me?

It is. What about you and that handsome lamplighter? No, just go with your

friends, really.

Stop this, Ellen.

What's this?

The sprint's back.

It's the day. Can we go?

Please? I don't see why not.

And you too, Dave. Liv, you come with me, Ellen. We'll be caught dead.

Depending on what is inside Fill it with hope

and playful surprises And oh dearie ducks then, you're in for a

ride Look inside the balloon And if you hear a tune There's

nowhere to go but out May we have balloons?

Yes, of course we can. Let's go.

There's nowhere to go but up.

Hello, we would like some of your very finest balloons, please.

That you shall have.

But choose carefully, my dearie ducks. Many have chosen the wrong balloon.

Be sure to choose the one that's right for you.

Which balloon would you like, Georgie?

Why don't you go first, sir?

Me? Those days are long behind me. I don't think I've held a balloon since I

a child.

Then you've forgotten what it's like.

To hold a balloon.

To be a child.

If your selection feels right, well then dearie, hold tight.

If you see your reflection, your heart will take flight.

If you pick the right string, then your heart will take wing.

And there's nowhere to go but...

like that boy with a shiny new toy.

And there's nowhere to go but up. Just one day at the fair has me

waltzing on air and there's nowhere to go but up.

Jane, I remember.

It's all true. Every impossible thing we imagined with Mary Poppins, it all

happened. Now my heart is so light that I think I just might.

Start feeding the birds And then go fly a kite With your head in a cloud Only

laughter's allowed And there's nowhere to go

comes from believing the magic inside the balloon.

The past is the past. It lives on as history.

That's an important thing.

The future comes fast. Each second a mystery.

For nobody knows what tomorrow may bring.

This one looks like you.

How do you know?

Don't you lose her, son!

I won't, sir!

Up here in the blue, it's a marvellous view. Side by side is the best way to

fly. Once I just looked above, but now I am part of the lovely London

sky.

Would you like to try one yourself, sir?

I'll give it a go. Oh, run up.

Choose carefully.

Well, nowhere to go but up.

Give a lift to a foe for you'll reap one.

There's only one balloon left, Mary Poppins.

I think it must be yours.

Excuse me, ma 'am.

Practically perfect in every way.

Welcome home, everyone. It's nice to be back, isn't it?

It is. It's so nice.

I never thought I'd feel this much joy and wonder ever again. I thought that

door was closed to me forever.

She's gone, hasn't she, Michael?

Thank you, Mary Poppins.

Goodbye.

I won't forget Mary Poppins.

So hold on tight to those you love, and maybe soon from up above, you'll be

blessed, so keep on looking high, while you're underneath

the lovely light.