Note: I don't own Mary Poppins, nor any other character in this story. Poppins belongs to Disney ( I think ), and Buffy characters belong to Joss Whedon and his clique.

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Student Slayer, thanks for the review. I'm glad you got your spoonful of sugar.

Imzadi, thanks for the good reviews! I've changed that mistake to cockney. I didn't know that, but yup! Gracias.

Chapter two: A stroll in the park.

"Spike, we're in public, why exactly are you drinking alcohol?" Dawn questioned, as she eyed the bottle that was sticking slightly out of the brown paper bag Spike had in his hands.

"Its not what you think! Its apple juice."

"Right. Never mind the people, but its only 9am!"

"9:30," Spike corrected as he took another swig, and then passed Mary Poppins the bottle.

"Ugh, I believe Dawn is right. Spike, put that away."

"But... Mary ... "

"Miss. Poppins, and no buts." Mary responded, and then stopped in front of the park. She placed a hand on her hip, and she glanced down at a man painting on the sidewalk.

"Wait, don't move a muscle!" The man said with a cockney accent. "I know that silhouette anywhere. Why, 'Ello Mar-ree Pop'ins!" The man stood up with a grin on his face.

"What the Hell, is Sunnydale in England now?" Dawn said angry.

"Dawn, do not curse, it's very unladylike." Mary Poppins smiled at the man, "Dawn, Spike this is Bert. Bert, this is Dawn and Spike." Bert tipped his worn out hat to them.

"Mary Poppins is taking us to the park." Dawn said.

"Not if I know Mar-ree Pop'ins!"

"My nanny took me to the park when I was an ickle kid." Spike replied as he took out another cigarette, and placed it between his thin lips.

"When you're with Mar-ree Pop'ins, suddenly you're in placed you never dreamed of."

"I bet," Dawn scoffed, and rolled her eyes at this strange man. She then smirked, and added slyly, "And what crack are you on?"

"Cocaine," Bert replied with a grin, but then continued: "And quick as you can say, "Bob's your uncle," the most unusual things begin to happen. "

Mary Poppins chuckled softly, and placed a hand on Bert's shoulder, "I'm sure I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about. " She then added yet another wink.

"Do you have something in your eye, Miss. Poppins?" Dawn asked.

"No, but thank you for asking."

"Well mind, it's not my place to say, but what she's probably got in mind is a jolly holiday somewheres or other." Bert brought a hand to his chin, and raised an eyebrow. He glanced down at the pictures he was drawing, and smirked. "Something along these lines, I shouldn't be surprised."

"Oh, that's lovely. Please, Miss. Poppins, can we go there?" Dawn pointed at a picture of a typical English countryside.

"Ah yes, over that hill there is a road, and down it, there's a circus." Bert pointed out.

"How the hell would you know?" Spike's eyed narrowed.

"Spike, be nice!" Dawn whined, and shoved him a bit.

"Mary, she pushed me!" Spike said, rubbing his arm.

"Mary! I so did not!"

"Mary!" They both cried out.

"Enough, I have no intention of making myself a spectacle, thank you." Mary Poppins placed her hands on her hips. "And stop whining."

"Okay, okay. I'll do it me'self then." Bert said.

"Do what?" Dawn questioned.

"A bit o' magic."

"A bit of magic?" Dawn raised an eyebrow, "Like ... huh?"

Bert took Dawn and Spike's hand (in which Spike obviously was taken aback, so he tried to pull his hand away. However, the crack-head's grip was strong. "It's easy, you think, you wink, you do a double blink. You close you're eyes, and jump!" When they jumped nothing happened. "Oy!"

"Is something 'sposed to happen?" Spike finally took back his hand, and wiped it on his leather duster.

Mary Poppins scoffed, and stepped beside the three of them. "Bert, what utter nonsense! Oh! Why do you always complicate things that are really quite simple? Take hands children. Don't slouch. One, two, three...!"

"Children?" Before Spike could say anymore, he was pulled by Dawn and fell into the picture. Except, when he thought he was going to hit the to the ground, he was sucked into the picture along with the other three.

"Oh, bloody hell."