We got ourselves a runner…

Listen up, ladies and gentlemen. Our fugitive has been on the run since at least the first spin cycle. Average foot speed over uneven ground, barring injuries, is 400 square feet-an-hour. That gives us a radius of, oh, the entire house. What I want out of each and every one of you is a hard-target search of every nook and cranny, every dryer lint filter, every crevasse, every inch of this 1924 square foot house. Checkpoints go up at fifteen feet. Your fugitive’s name is Left Green Sock. Go get him.

This is the right foot sock. You’re looking for his twin brother, Left Foot Sock.

Son of a–.

Where do socks GO?  Where?  WHERE?