Hello, Pixie 137 here :) I was watching Nanny McPhee the other day and well, decided to write a fanfic. if you have bothered to click on this then I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Nanny McPhee. I only own my characters :)

We start this story, sad to say, with a struggling family. A family that consists of five… delightful, yet unpredictable children, a dog that looks, and acts more like a wild bear, and of course a father that tries his best at keeping his family together after the tragic loss of his dear wife.

Mr Jeremy Addison, father of five, owner of Maggie the dog and also the owner of the local bakery down the street, is falling apart as we speak.

Mr Addison had just finished trying to get his children ready for the sixth nanny that he had interviewed. This one seemed to be the most promising, she cooked, she cleaned and she even told stories. Her name was Miss Bishop, and she would be here soon.

"But Papa, do you have to go?!" Frederick the youngest of the five, whined. He tightened his grip around his father's leg.

"Yes, n-now please, Freddie let go. The n-nanny will be here in a moment, and I don't want to… want to, uh." He stammered, trying to peal his son from his leg.

"I don't want a nanny, I want Mama!" He screamed.

Mr Addison got down to the height of the red headed little boy, and placed both of his hands on his son's tiny shoulders. "I do too, but she isn't coming back. She's with the angels n-now."

Frederick's eyes glistened from the tears he was trying to hold back to no avail. His father gave him a sad smile, and wiped the boy's chubby cheeks.

Mr Addison got up from the floor, dusting off his knees.

"Papa?" Frederick sniffled.

"Yes, my boy?"

"Can you make me some cake mix when you come back?" Frederick asked, looking up at his father through thick auburn curls.

"You can't just have cake mix, you'll be sick." He shook his head and smiled at his youngest son. "I'll think about it."

Ding-Dong.

"Right. That will be the n-nanny." Mr Addison answered the door, revealing a rather plump woman with grey hair and eyes like coal.

"Ah, uh, you're n-not N-nanny Bishop."

"No. I'm Nanny Wallop. Nanny Bishop is busy." She said, her voice had a nasal sound to it.

"Ah, right. Well, I'll get the children –"

"I can handle the children, Mr…"

"Addison," he corrected.

Frederick waited in the hall, evilly eyeing the big old woman.

"You may go, Mr Addison." She practically pushed him out the door.

"Be –" The door slammed shut.

He sighed.

"…Good."

Well, that didn't go as well as he thought it would have.

He made his way to work, with a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. He hated leaving his children with a nanny, but it was the only way he could go to work and he still had to make funeral arrangements.

Trying his best to put on a brave face, he entered the Bakery. Wondering what he would end up coming home to.