Oh no, no, no! This would not DO!

Schmoop knew that Grumpy McGrumperson was no here... but HOW haD the dungeon corridor gotten THIS bad! The poor house elf made a hissing sound as he snapped his fingers, thus conjuring sponges already equipped with soap to start scrubbing the tippy tops of the walls. Oh woe was Schmoop!

The elf would have leaned on the wall had it not been for the slime. More slime than usual, that is! He watched as sponges sponged, and cleaners cleaned, but his little elfin self put some elbow grease into those floors, too!

SCRUB!

SCRRRRUUUUUBBBB!

S C R U B!