[Scene: A chaotic construction site office. Sara (the boss) is pacing with a clipboard. Cheryl and Sam, dressed in bright Cheerful Cleaners Ltd uniforms, enter carrying mops and buckets.]
Sara: (sternly) Alright, you two. Spring cleaning is serious business. The client wants this place spotless by the end of the day.
Cheryl: (cheerfully) No worries, boss! We’re like tornadoes, but productive.
Sam: (grinning) Yeah, and less destructive! Usually.
Sara: (narrowing her eyes) No funny business. Last time you tried “speed cleaning,” I ended up explaining why the bulldozer was wearing a mop bucket as a hat.
Sam: (whispers to Cheryl) Honestly, the bucket looked better than some of the crew.
Sara: (pointing sternly) Focus! Now, get scrubbing.
[Sara exits. Cheryl and Sam start cleaning. Cheryl sprays cleaning fluid on a window, but a gust of spring wind blows it back into Sam’s face.]
Sam: (spluttering) Gah! Is this cleaning spray or pepper spray?!
Cheryl: (grabbing a cloth) Hold still, I’ll wipe your eyes… oh wait, that’s the grease rag.
Sam: (blinking rapidly) Great, now I smell like an engine. Springtime fresh, my foot.
[Sam grabs a broom and starts sweeping. He bumps a shelf, causing a bag of cement dust to burst all over them both.]
Cheryl: (coughing) Sam! Now we look like ghosts from a haunted construction site!
Sam: (wiping his face) Maybe if we hold buckets, people will think we’re spirit plumbers.
[Sara returns, sees the dusty mess, and freezes.]
Sara: (calmly) Explain.
Cheryl: (brightly) It’s performance art! We call it “The Dusty Dawn of Spring.” Very post-modern.
Sam: (nodding) Yeah, we’re exploring the emotional tension between filth and freshness.
Sara: (deadpan) You have 30 minutes to turn this place back into something resembling an office.
[Sara storms out again. Cheryl and Sam exchange panicked looks.]
Cheryl: Alright. You grab the vacuum. I’ll start wiping down everything that isn’t nailed to the floor.
Sam: (grins) And if it is nailed to the floor?
Cheryl: (grabbing a crowbar) We’ll cross that bridge when we pry it loose.
[Scene fades as they frantically start cleaning, knocking over a pile of rubber boots in the process.]