Mary Poppins was sitting in bed when suddenly, she began to shake. The SPA was on.
The shitty parent alarm.
Magically, in her mind, she knew where she had to go: Buckingham Palace.
Prince Phillip was in his room, snickering and snorting as he stared out the window at the streets below. He had an illness, a terrible illness that made him laugh when he didn't want to. It was torment, day after day.
Suddenly, in the distance, he saw.... A woman?
Flying?
With an... umbrella?
Before Phil knew it, a pair of feet kicked into his scalp and he was on the ground. He cried out. And there was some young British woman staring down at him.
"Why, hello, Phillip."
