Mary Poppins Page #10

More, tell them more!

Mr. Banks:

Majestic self-amortizing canals

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

Oh, it fires the imagination!

Mr. Banks:

Plantations of ripening tea all from

Bank Directors:

Tuppence prudently thriftily, frugally

Invested in the

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

To be specific

Bank Directors:

In the Dawes, Tomes Mousley, Grubbs, Fidelity Fiduciary Bank

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

Very well, my boy, give me the money.

Michael:

No, I won't! I want it to feed the birds.

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

Banks!

Mr. Banks:

Yes, sir. Now, Michael.

When you deposit tuppence in a bank account

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

Go on!

Mr. Banks:

Soon you'll see

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

Tell him more!

Mr. Banks:

That it blooms into credit of a generous amount semi-annually

Bank Directors:

And you'll achieve that sense of stature

As your influence expands

To the high financial strata

That established credit now commands

Mr. Dawes (Snr) & Directors::

You can purchase first and second trust deeds. Think of the foreclosures! Bonds, chattels,

dividends, shares. Bankruptcies. Debtor sales. Opportunities. All manner of private enterprise.

Shipyards. The mercantile. Collieries. Tanneries. Corporations. Amalgamations.

Banks!

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

While stand the banks of England, England stands. Oh, oh, oh, oh! When fall the banks of

England, England falls!

Mr. Banks:

You see, Michael? All for the lack of...

Bank Directors:

Tuppence patiently, cautiously trustingly invested in the

To be specific in the Dawes, Tomes, Mousley, Grubbs, Fidelity Fiduciary Bank

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

Welcome to our joyful family of investors.

Michael:

Give it back! Gimme back my money!

Mr. Banks:

Michael, behave.

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

Banks!

Michael:

Give it to me!

Mr. Banks:

Michael, behave.

Michael:

Jane! Jane! Gimme back my money!

Mr. Banks:

Jane! Michael! Michael! Michael!

Michael:

Gimme back my money!

Mr. Banks:

Michael!

Client 1:

There's something wrong. The bank won't give someone their money!

Client 2:

Well, I'm going to get mine! Come along, young man! I want every penny!

Client 3:

And mine, too!

Client 4:

And give me mine, too!

Banker:

Stop all payments. Stop all payments.

Mr. Banks:

Michael! Jane!

Michael:

Give me my money!

Mr. Banks:

Children, come back here.

Mr. Dawes (Snr):

Stop those children.

Mr. Banks:

Jane! Michael!

Micheal:

Gimme my money back! I want my money! Come on.

Director:

Stop those children! Stop those children!

Old Woman:

Come with me, my dears. Granny'll hide you!

Bert:

Here, here, half a mo.

Michael:

Leave her alone! Leave my sister alone!

Bert:

Easy, now. Your old friend ain't gonna hurt ya.

Jane:

Bert, it's you!

Bert:

In the flesh, and at your service.

Michael:

You're filthy!

Bert:

Oh, perhaps a smudge or two. It so happens that today I'm a chimney sweep.

Jane:

Oh, Bert, we're so frightened.

Bert:

Now, now, don't take on so. Bert'll take care of you like I was your own father. Now, who's after

you?

Jane:

Father is.

Bert:

What?

Michael:

He brought us to see his bank.

Bert:

I don't know what we did, but it must've been something dreadful.

Michael:

He sent the police after us, and the army and everything.

Jane:

Michael, don't exaggerate.

Bert:

Well, now, there must be some mistake. Your dad's a fine gentleman and he loves ya!

Jane:

I don't think so. You should've seen the look on his face.

Michael:

He doesn't like us at all.

Bert:

Well, now that don't seem likely, does it?

Jane:

It's true.

Bert:

Let's sit down. You know, begging your pardon, but the one my heart goes out to is your father.

There he is in that cold, heartless bank day after day, hemmed in by mounds of cold, heartless

money. I don't like to see any living thing caged up.

Jane:

Father in a cage?

Bert:

They makes cages in all sizes and shapes, you know. Bank-shaped some of 'em, carpets and

all.

Jane:

Father's not in trouble. We are.

Bert:

Oh, sure about that, are you? Look at it this way. You've got your mother to look after you. And

Mary Poppins, and Constable Jones and me. Who looks after your father? Tell me that. When

something terrible happens, what does he do? Fends for himself, he does. Who does he tell

about it? No one! Don't blab his troubles at home. He just pushes on at his job, uncomplaining

and alone and silent.

Michael:

He's not very silent!

Jane:

Michael, be quiet. Bert, do you think Father really needs our help?

Bert:

Well, not my place to say. I only observe that a father can always do with a bit of help. Come on,

I'll take you home.

Chim chiminy, chim chiminy chim chim cheree

A sweep is as lucky as lucky can be

Chim chiminy, chim chiminy chim chim cheroo

Good luck will rub off when I shakes hands with you

Or blow me a kiss and that's lucky too

Now as the ladder of life has been strung

You might think a sweep's on the bottommost rung

Though I spends me time in the ashes and smoke

In this whole wide world there's no happier bloke

Chim chiminy, chim chiminy chim chim cheree

A sweep is as lucky as lucky can be

Chim chiminy, chim chiminy chim chim cheroo

Good luck will rub off when I shakes hands with you

Bert & Children:

Chim chiminy, chim chiminy chim chim cheree

A sweep is as lucky as lucky can be

Chim chiminy, chim chiminy chim chim cheroo

Good luck will rub off when I shakes hands with you

Mrs. Banks:

Oh, Ellen, see who that is, and send them away. I'm dreadfully late!

Ellen:

Yes, ma'am.

Bert:

Well, I'll be gettin' along now.

Jane:

Oh, please stay 'til father comes home. He'll feel much better if you shake hands with him.

Ellen:

It's the children, ma'am.

Mrs. Banks:

Oh, I thought they were with their father. You haven't been running off again, have you? You

know how terribly it upsets me.

Bert:

Oh, they haven't exactly been running away, ma'am. They have had bit of a fright, though. Need

someone to look after 'em.

Mrs. Banks:

Oh, of course! Mary Poppins will. Oh, no, it's her day off! Ellen, I wonder if you would--

Ellen:

No, ma'am. I haven't done me brasses yet.

Mrs. Banks:

Well, will you ask Mrs. Brill?

Ellen:

Not for a hundred quid, ma'am. This here is baking day, and you know how cook is!

Mrs. Banks:

What about you, sir? You've been so kind in looking after the children.

Bert:

Wh-- uh, me, ma'am? W-well, well, I-I-I have to be moving along. The Lord Mayor's got a

stopped-up chimney.

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