Mr. Nocash, down on his luck and his rent in arrears, makes a thick concoction in a saucepan. The advent of the bailiff interrupts him and he places the saucepan on a chest. A little of the mess adheres to the piece of furniture and when the bailiff, in making his inventory, comes to move it, he finds himself stuck fast. His assistant has a similar experience, and it dawns upon Nocash that he has made a big discovery. He takes the glue into the street, sets up business on the sidewalk, and does a brisk trade in the sale of his production. The efficacy of its adhesive qualities is fully tested by various purchasers, one of whom glues his future mother-in-law to her chair. In order to run off with the daughter, a second lures a passerby to climb a sticky lamppost, whilst he calmly rifles his victim's pockets, and a third glues a policeman to the ground. Ultimately all the victims congregate upon the scene, firmly attached to various cumbrous articles. Firemen come to their aid with powerful jets of water, and the fury of the little crowd breaking loose, Nocash is punished and glued with a dab of his own preparation above the door of his domicile.