AN- I only own William Evans. Everything else belongs to Walt Disney. Please Read and Reveiw

"I will NOT marry William Evans!" shouted a voice from inside the house. Mary had to smile to herself, Jane Banks surely seemed to be as stubborn as ever.

She heard more yelling from inside and then a crash followed by two children fighting over a toy. "Not now, children." Came Mrs. Banks' tired voice.

Figuring the poor woman could stand it no longer, Mary knocked on the door. She was pleasantly surprised when the red faced Mr. Banks answered the door.

"I received a letter, you needed a nanny." She said coming straight in, not bothering to introduce herself.

"Who's at the door? It's-" "Jane! She's back." "Told you, Michael" shrieked the eldest two children, running up to her. "Mary Poppins! Mary Poppins! Mary Poppins!" They said excitedly. They were soon joined by the youngest three: John and Barbara, the twins, and little Annabelle. The three were enchanted with the wonderful tales their older siblings had told them of this magical woman.

"Children! Stop dancing about me. I am NOT a maypole. Now Michael, close your mouth, we are not codfish." Mary Poppins instructed to the boy who stared mouth agape at her.

"You're back? But we never sent you a letter?" Mrs. Banks asked, as her oldest two grinned eagerly.

"We did, Mother. We sent the exact same letter as last time, as well. We did not want to risk getting anyone else." Jane said, her blue eyes sparkling.

"I-I really wish to stay and chat, but I must be going… The Hospital…" Mrs. Banks said already reaching for her coat.

"Then go, Mother" Jane snapped. Mary Poppins gave her a stern look, but Jane ignored her nanny. Mr. Banks also had to head to work, leaving Mary alone with the five children and the servants.

"Mary Poppins, you haven't changed at all since you left!" Michael said amazed. If there was any doubt that she was magical, it was gone now.

Even though it had been ten years since she had left, Mary was quite happy to see the children again. Jane had grown into a beautiful young lady, at seventeen, and sixteen year old Michael seemed as polite as ever. But they hadn't learned their lessons, which was part of the reason Miss Mary Poppins was here. She followed Jane to the nursery and put her bag down but only got her measuring stick out.

"Now, come here to be measured. You first, Jane." Mary commanded despite the girl's grumbling. She never left until the children were practically perfect, but it seemed these children did not learn her lessons. Jane's measurement read that she was stubborn and prone to temper tantrums. Michael was lacking ambition. Seven year old, Barbara was prone to tell wild tales, tattling, but also egging others on, while her twin brother, John, was loud and unruly, nearly always in trouble. Five year old Annabelle was spoilt and would listen to no one.

"What about you? Why do we gotta be measured and not you?" John said to Mary.

"Quite right, let's see, hold this end. And it says-"

"Practically perfect in every way!" Jane and Michael interrupted.

"Do not interrupt. It's quite rude, but yes. I am practically perfect in every way. " Mary scolded.

"Sorry." Both of them sounded pretty apologetic. Mary smiled.

"Now, please tell me why I am standing here in front of you today?" She questioned.

"It was nice for a while, after you left. Michael and I were behaving as you taught us, but then Father got promoted and Mother paid more attention to her causes than to us. Plus, the twins are little monsters." Jane began.

"Are not!" both shouted indignantly. "But what about you and William?"

"I don't wish to marry William. I want to go to school. Mother even fought for women's rights, but won't let her own daughter have a say" Mary didn't say anything. She couldn't say anything against her employers.

Eager for a distraction, Mary saw the window. Looking out the nursery window, one could see it was a lovely day.

"Lovely enough for an outing." Mary said absentmindedly. "Perhaps even the screevers might be out"

"Bert!" Michael cried happily. "You really think so? He's our sweep, now. He was here just last week…" as he trailed off, Mary could tell just how much Bert Alfred meant to these children, and how much Michael idolized him.

"Now, if you all behave yourselves we will go down to the park." She said quickly, cutting him off.

"Oh yes, please. May we go?" all the children said eagerly.

"All right troops, fall in." she led them as though she was a drill sergeant all the way to the park.