Gunk. Everywhere. Claire glared at the wall as though demanding to know what the hell was going on. This was not fair. At all. The gunk lined the walls and lights as though it had been there for a long while and the stench that emitted from it was not pleasant. Claire dropped her gaze to the floor where there were jagged marks which looked as though someone had ran and skidded, somehow making jagged marks which were going to take a long time to get off. That was the best way she could describe it anyway.
Claire had no idea how her sweet, innocent follyjox had managed this mess. It was putrid and she was the one that had to clean it up. With a grimace she turned around to face her drawers which were also covered in the mess.
She didn't know what to think.
What WAS this stuff? A nagging voice in her head was trying to tell her something, but she rejected it. It was obviously too ridiculous.
Claire, your Follyjox was hungry. You've been away for a day and a half without thinking to feed it-- obviously it's going to look where the food is. No, don't drown me out with your singing... no! Stop that! Thank you. Your follyjox went to the depths of your fridge to find your oldest food. It's not dumb, it knows you'd kill it if it ate your normal food. However, you know your follyjox... It couldn't just eat one thing. It made a pile of the food it was going to eat and left it out. Yeah I know, it's crazy so far but you need to listen to me. The pets in your closet could most likely smell the food that was wafting its delicious scent around and, naturally, a few would have been attracted. And, naturally, a few climbed out of the closet of doom and started to peck at what Hamburger had left out. You know that big, jumpy pet you have? It doesn't have a name... but it's huge... yeah, that one, it probably jumped on the pile while the pets were eating and it went everywhere! Then the pets had a fight or something, hence the skidmarks. Yeah, that's probably what happened.
Claire sat on the closest non-sticky chair and thought about what her (rarely-seen) smart part of the brain had said. Obviously the story couldn't have been one hundred percent true, but it explained the smell and the substance. Looking around the room once more it became obvious what certain items were... Interesting. She made a mental note to start feeding her pets and then she got to work.

Scrub. Scrub. Scrub.
Scrubbity scrub scrub scrub scrub. Her (now blonde) hair was tied back in a bun and her face was scrunched up in concentration. She had forced her pets to wear suits made of sponge and walk around the room in circles to clean up. The ones that could fly were... well, flying. They had suits of sponge too, of course.
The room was getting slowly cleaner. Over the past three hours, Claire had made up a cleaning song and her pets made weird noises as though they were singing or making a beat. It was a rap, to be specific.
“Cleaning the room, which is full of gunk
this song is not... funk
I have a pet that I want to shoot
and another that likes to hoot.
Boom chicken chicken boom! Boom chicken chicken boom!
Scrubbing the floor aint so fun,
but it's okay when I have my spaghetti bun!
My follyjox is so, so dumb
I will eat him, including the crumb!
Boom chicken chicken boom! Boom chicken chicken boom!”
Her follyjox would shiver slightly whenever she repeated his verses. It was as though he understood. But, he probably didn't. Maybe he was cold? Or hungry? No, not hungry... that's just silly, since he ate all that food that went everywhere... actually, maybe he didn't? Since it's everywhere, maybe he didn't get a chance to eat it? Maybe. There is a rather large amount of the word 'Maybe' in this particular segment.

...Maybe.

After another three hours, Claire and her suddenly enslaved pets were finished. She was certain that she had some more muscle now... I mean, honestly. That was hard work. She really deserved some food. She'd only had two meals in six hours! That's crazy! She was almost starving to death and her eyes were bulging and her face was pale and it was all crazy as jack. Trust me. She almost ran to the--- no, she DID run to the fridge and got out as much food as she could and started shoveling it into both her normal mouth and her stomach mouth.
She glanced at her follyjox, smiled and slapped the chair in front of her where he leapt gratefully and together, they ate as much as they could.

(They cleaned it up afterwards, too)