An Italian family are having a regular break-down dance, which causes the plaster on the ceiling below to fall in the dining-room of the Irish family living there. They are just eating their supper when a large piece of plaster falls into the son's plate of soup. They all jump up and holler to the Italians above to quit the dancing, but they only increase their dancing. The Irish family get frightened, grab chairs, mortar hods, etc., to hold up the ceiling, sending the son to the lumber yard to get a plank to be used as a prop to hold up the ceiling. The Italians continue dancing more than ever. The son, having taken with him his two pet bull dogs, arrives at the lumber yard, secures a plank, and on coming out, knocks over an old washer-woman, causing the dogs to run away, dragging him and the plank after them. They get him all tangled up, spinning him around like a top, then dash off with him into a strange house up through the dining-room, where the family are just having supper, and up over the table, which crashes, upsetting everything. The boy is dragged out by the dogs, followed by the crowd, and a shower of plates. Meanwhile, the Italians are still dancing their heads off, the floor sagging and swaying. The Irish family by this time almost exhausted in trying to hold up the ceiling, plaster, etc., all over the place. The dogs still run away with the boy and the plank. They come down the street, followed by the crowd. The dogs drag the boy into another house upstairs to the next floor. As the crowd arrives at the foot of the stairs they are met by a shower of furniture, etc. The dogs have dragged the boy into an old maid's bedroom, who musses him up and throws him out, and just as the crowd at the foot of the stairs are recovering from the shower of furniture, the boy, plank, and dogs, come flying down on them. The dogs dash out of the house, and run away. The boy comes dashing out, still holding the plank, and beats it off for home. The Italians have danced till one of their number has fallen through up to his arms. The Irish below try to pull him through. Finding it impossible they shove him back up. Just then the son arrives with the plank. He puts it up. All the Irish people say "Thank God," and take down the chairs, hods, etc., they have been holding up the ceiling with, and think all O.K., but alas! the poor nut of a boob son bought a plank eighteen inches wide, but only five inches thick, and it begins to bend, then breaks, and all the Italians, ceiling, plaster, etc., comes breaking through the ceiling. The boob son dives under the table while the Irish grab all the Italians and throw them out.
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