Snips and Snails decided that the next job to be done was to start cleaning the inside of the house. They went in and found most of the house to be out of place. Every part of it looked disorganized. There were piles and piles of old magazines and classic literature, unopened envelopes of junk mail, dishes in the kitchen sink, clothes that needed to be washed, and other messy piles. Snips began trying to decide how exactly this part of the job needed to be done.
"We'd better start off by getting these piles off the floor," Said Snips at last. "Put them where they belong, and throw some of the old stuff away. After we're done with that part we can... Hey, Snails where'd you go this time?"
Snips found Snails looking at one of Mr. Lead-Miner's bookcases that shelved some of his most prized possessions; his music records collection.
"Come on, Snails!" ordered Snips. "This ain't a music store, we've got work to do."
"Can't we at least listen to one of these while we work?" asked Snails.
"No," Said Snips firmly. "Besides, Mr. Lead-Miner wouldn't like it. Those are his prized possessions, what would he say if we touched them without his permission."
"Even if we just listened to one?" asked Snails.
"Alright," Sighed Snips. "Only one, but that's it. Pick out the one you most want to listen to."
Snails happily started to flip through the music collection and came across a cover with the tile; "The Night Club Ponies' Jazziest Sensations." Took it over to the phonograph, placed it on the turntable, winded it up, placed the needle on the record, and out came music. Soon the two colts were able to get back to work again.
They placed Mr. Lead-Miner's classic literature collection in the vacant spaces of the bookshelves, trashed some of his old magazines dated from a long time ago along with the junk mail. Just as Snips was finished gathering the dirty clothes over to the laundry room, the record stopped playing. Snails went over to change the side to hear the remainder of the songs while Snips got the filthy laundry ready for the washing machine. Snails was just getting ready to try and flip the side over when Snips pressed the start button, the sudden noise startled Snails that he dropped the record with a crash!
Snips hurried over with a rush.
"AAAUUUUGH!" cried Snips. "That was your fault, Snails!"
"No it wasn't," Growled Snails. "It was your fault, Snips!"
"Oh, never mind who's fault it was." complained Snips. "We have to figure ot what we're going to do now."
"Is throwing it away out of the question?" asked Snails. "Mr. Lead-Miner will definitively know that one of his prized records is missing."
"All I can think of is piecing the broken parts together and putting them back inside the case." said Snips "Hopefully, Mr. Lead-Miner won't think about listening to it until we can replace it with a new one."
Snips and Snails quickly found some tape and glue and began putting all the broken pieces together that they could find. Then they put the crumbled up record back in the case. After that, they gathered cleaning supplies and tidied up the floor and walls. At the same time, the clothes were done getting washed, so they placed them in the dryer. Next, they moved to the kitchen and washed and dried the dishes and cups. Finally, they heard the ding on the dryer and gathered the clean clothes into the drawers.
Before Snips and Snails went back outside to see if anything else needed to be done, they took a look back at their work.
"Not a single thing out of place." said Snips
"Except for part of the music collection that is." responded Snails.
"Be quiet, Snails." snapped Snips as they went back out to the front yard.