WALL-E arrives at the shipping container he calls his home. It's larger and better decorated than most Brooklyn apartments.
He keeps the place clean, removing his treads before trundling inside.
After a hard day at work, WALL-E just wants to dance. He puts his Hello, Dolly! VHS tape into a VCR while he sorts his finds for the day—a lighter, a spork, a Rubik's Cube. WALL-E is kind of a hoarder.