Interior. An empty Gallery at night. There are a few lights on for security purposes but it is still fairly gloomy, paintings hang on the walls but the main feature of the exhibit is a magnificent statue which takes pride of place in the centre of the room. An elderly Janitor shuffles his way through the room pushing an ancient looking broom with very worn looking bristles. He moves out of the room and the leaves all the rubbish on the floor. Tucked just out of sight behind a small white-marble pedestal in the corner of the room lies a small matchbox. A tiny man in tiny overalls pushes the box open and looks forlornly at the huge statue in the middle of the room. After a while he gets out of the match box. With a sigh he bends down and picks up a satchel made out of a dropped handkerchief, slings it round his neck, puts on his little hat and starts pacing his usual route around the room pulling the matchbox behind him like a cart.
He starts picking up the various assorted bits of knick-knacks and bric-a-brac dropped by the Gallery patrons during the day and piling them on top of the matchbox. As he approaches the bin on the other side of the room he glances up at the statue. He sighs and keeps walking but he stops when his foot bumps against a large hairpin that lies on the floor in front of him. He picks up the hairpin and finds that it is broken leaving one end sharp to a point. He starts using it to pick up bits of paper by stabbing them then dropping them onto his matchbox cart. He stops and stares at the piece of rubbish stuck on the point of the hairpin for a few seconds and glances up at the statue again. He looks down to his matchbox cart. A huge smile appears on his face. He sprints around the room frantically collecting rubbish. He finally stops to look his rubbish pile up and down.
Possible Montage of close up shots of things being stuck together.
The next morning there is a replica of the statue but made out of rubbish in the room next to the bin and the small man looks up at it with great pride. The Old Janitor starts his morning shift and shuffles into the room. The tiny man quickly pushes his matchbox out of sight and dives into it. with a single stroke of his broom the frail old man sweeps up the statue and carries on round the room.