Mary Poppins slid up the banister of the stairs, followed by the annoying brats, up to their room. When she got there she set up a bit and realized the mess that had been made. "I do believe this room can use a bit of tidying...through song, of course!"
"Ugh...cram it, Poppins, just clean our damn room." The boy said as he hopped into his bed.
"Well, that isn't at all what you were supposed to say...what in heavens has gotten into you...Micheal, was it?" Poppins shrugged it off, and headed towards the window as she began to sing. And then a lamp was tossed at her head. "Alright you little bastard!" She shouted in an American accent as she turned around. "I'm trying to raise you brats 'cause your parents can't. So sit down, shut the hell up and listen to my song!"
Iron Man flew in through the window and kicked Poppins right through the wall. The children cheered at this. "I am Iron Man, and man she was a bitch."
"Are you our new nanny?" The boy asked.
Iron Man stared at them for a few moments, then pulled out a beer and chugged it down. He tossed it out the window and zapped everything in the room, cleaning it up in a sense. "Yeah, I don't think so. I don't do well with kids." He saw Poppins start to get up and he blasted her again. "BYE!" He flew out through the wall instead of the window.