One, two, three, four ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪
La, la, la, la, la ♪
Order of quiet,
and I said, "No. No."
Uh-huh. Great story, son.
New neighbor? Oh, oh, oh. Ooh!
Hey, neighbor. You need a hand?
Are you gonna rob me?
Rob you? No, I'd never--
No, no, Rob's my uncle's name.
Nice guy.
He's the kind of fella who'd be nice enough
to help a stranger out.
Oh. That was a joke.
And you're actually asking for my help.
In that case, it'd be my pleasure to Rob you.
I'm not a criminal.
That remains to be seen.
I'm Doug Perkins and I like your pants.
Bill Green. And--what?
They're covered in stains.
I don't get the stigma with stains.
We pay extra for stained wood, why not stained pants?
Ha! Doug Perkins,
you must be some kind of comedian.
Uh, what just happened?
I think your dad's making a friend.
Wow. Is this your place?
Whoa, wait a second.
Doug Perkins, do you like fishing?
No, I don't.
I love it!
- Ah! - Bill, are you okay?
That is the funniest flip-flapping joke
I have ever heard.
You're pretty funny yourself, Bill Green.
Well, it was very nice to meet you.
Huh? Fishing Buddies Fishing Competition?
Oh, yeah.
Me and my fishing buddy were gonna go together,
but he backed out at the last minute.
What? But the most important quality in a fishing buddy is
- dependability. - Dependability.
I agree. But what's a lone fisherman to do?
Well, nice to meet you, Bill.
I wonder if we'll ever see each other again.
Nice to meet you too, Doug Perkins.
Nice to meet you, too.
This place is fantastic!
Just think, if our dryer hadn't conked out,
we never would've experienced such majesty.
Hmm, what's this?
My sock is missing its companion.
Did you say something? Sorry, Tilly.
I'm listening to my True Crime podcast
about conspiracies.
There's always a reason for everything.
Always.
I see.
It was a typical Saturday.
Girl and her grandma visit the laundromat.
We've all heard it before.
But when a sock goes missing,
it opens up new questions,
questions about strangers sitting next to us,
paying to wash their secrets away.
Strangers with an unfathomable darkness within,
a darkness, a secret leading back to one question.
Who took my sock?
And then Doug Perkins says,
"I don't like fishing, I love fishing!" Ha!
Hmm, that guy's a real hoot.
I wish I could be his fishing buddy.
You're dependable. You should just ask him.
Pfft, yeah, if I wanted to get rejected.
What?
Mom's right, Dad. Asking works.
I asked Remy to help me launch a chicken into space.
And look at us now.
You should be direct.
Hmm, you're right, Cricket.
I need to prove how dependable I am
so Doug Perkins will ask me to be his fishing buddy.
I did not say that.
- I'mma do it. - Okay.
- Doug Perkins. - Bill Green.
I was just fixing something around the house
and I thought I'd be a dependable neighbor
and see if there's something I can fix for you.
As a matter of fact, there is.
You really saved my behind, Bill Green.
- Come on in. - Don't mind if I do. Yes.
So what needs fixing?
A squeaky door, a flickering light bulb?
Actually, my whole apartment needs rewiring.
Well, I've never done the wiring before,
but I'm sure it's the same basic rules as fishing.
The key is patience.
Right you are, Bill.
Oh, wow.
Everything okay up there, Bill?
- Absolutely. - Thanks, Bill.
Good to have you around.
It's fine. It's fine.
The sock had yet to turn up,
so I decided to inquire with some of the locals.
- Brett the dog man. - Oh, hey, Tilly.
Now, Brett, have you ever seen this sock?
Yeah, it's right there. No!
I mean, the sock's twin.
It mysteriously vanished and I'm asking around
for any leads.
Nah, I stopped wearing socks a long time ago,
after half of them went missing.
Oh, yeah. Me, too. Happens all the time.
Happens all the time?
One missing sock? Sure, it could happen.
Bye, Tilly.
But multiple missing socks
all vanishing from the same location?
Perhaps they were connected.
Still working real hard on those wires for you, Doug.
Real, real hard.
Are you working hard or hardly working?
That's a good one.
- Bill? - Everything's fine.
I will fix it. Just stay right there.
- No, no, no, no. - Dependable Bill is on it!
Dang it, Bill. Gah!
Breaking a man's ceiling is not dependable.
Okay. There's still time to fix this!
Hey, Bill.
Yeah, I don't think this is working out.
- I'm gonna call a professional. - No.
You put a hole in my ceiling.
Ah!
I've been hard at work,
but the sock thief had yet to be found.
I needed a pair of fresh eyes,
the freshest eyes I knew.
Any leads, Andromeda?
Yes. I've discovered this lint.
The trail's run cold.
We're all out of leads.
Show us a sign.
Like that sign?
- Hello. - Oh, hello.
I'm Mr. Fluffenfold.
How can I help you two today?
Tell me, Mr. Fluffenfold, exactly how many years
of your ownership have been dedicated
to the blatant cover-up of sock theft?
Ah, wait a minute, what?
Look at me!
Blink once if you're being controlled from the shadows.
Now, that's quite enough.
Socks go missing from every laundromat
in the world.
You don't have to single me out.
Every laundromat in the world?
This goes deeper than I possibly ever imagined!
And then I broke a hole in his ceiling,
and then I broke his table,
and then he told me he needs to call a professional,
and now there's no way he thinks I'm dependable.
What do I do?
You're in deep, father.
Clearly the only way out of this is to pose yourself
as the repairman, fix everything you broke
in the first place, earn back his trust and respect,
and reveal yourself as yourself to his delight.
- That'd be funny. - No, it wouldn't.
- But would it work? - No, it wouldn't!
Ah! You must be the repairman I ordered.
Pleased to meet you, mister...
William. William Yellow.
I love that! You don't mind if I call you Will, do you?
Even better.
I'll have everything fixed in a jiffy.
You just hang tight.
Huh. That guy really knows his way around.
What a professional.
Wow, Will.
You sure got this place in order.
It was a real mess.
But cleaning up the wires is like tying a fish line.
We got the bass on the line knot,
the Captain's Hook, and the Double Friendship knot.
Your wiring is not gonna be bothering you anymore.
Well, may I be the first to say,
Will done.
I can't thank you enough.
I was in a bit of a bind after my neighbor
botched the repair job.
Oh, it wasn't that bad.
You saw what a doozy it was up there.
No, no, no. I needed someone dependable like you.
Well, it's funny you say that
because ta-da.
- Huh? - Uh...
Bill Green?
You dressed up like a repairman to sneak into my house
to fix the mess you made?
- Yes. - Get out!
Eyy, you ordered some repairs?
I'll come back another time.
Sorry you blew it, Mr. Green.
Thanks, Remy.
Did you at least learn a lesson?
Never trust a Cricket scheme.
That is a solid learn.
Or you gotta be honest with your friends,
even the ones you haven't made yet.
I guess you're right.
Oh, Dad.
I know what'll cheer you up.
- Fishing! - Yeah.
Fishing always makes everything right.
Who needs friends?
Gramma, after tracking stories
of socks a-vanishing from laundromats
all over the city,
we came to a shocking realization.
- Big sock. - Big sock?
What the heck is that?
It's a secret conglomerate of every sock company
in the world.
They pay laundromat owners to steal customer socks,
forcing innocent people to buy socks again and again.
Rinse and repeat.
Girls, this theory is so wild
that it's gotta be true.
What are we gonna do?
Quick, put on every sock you can find!
They can't steal it if it's on your body.
I'm on it!
As I watched them spring into action,
I've realized how truly insignificant
we all are in this.
Here we sit in the dark, tugging at one loose thread
in a tapestry of lies so big,
it's beyond our very comprehension,
a truth so horrifying that to try to even imagine it
would leave one--
oh, wait, uh, there's my other sock.
Shut it down, you two. Sock was under the machine.
What?
Sorry, ladies. Case is closed.
My sock was here the whole time.
I guess the conspiracy was fake.
- Thank goodness. - Phew!
Guess we went a little crazy there.
Can we still put on lots of socks?
I have looked worse.
Yeah, I could get into that.
Hurray!
I put her sock back
where you told me and it looks like
she no longer suspects you, ma'am.
Very good, but be more careful next time.
Nothing can jeopardize the sockening!
You're crazy. You're crazy!
I thought fishing would help,
but it just doesn't feel right.
Bill, what are you doing here?
- Spying on me? - Doug Perkins? No.
I promise I didn't even know you were--
Fishing was my idea to try and cheer him up.
I don't really know who you are, but I'll have no part
in whatever new trick this is.
See, Nancy?
He doesn't want anything to do with me.
- Can we just go? - No.
Kids, follow that boat.
- Just talk to him. - Oh.
Doug Perkins, I just wanna say
I'm real sorry for how I acted.
I was trying to prove how dependable I'd be
as a friend and I made a big mess of everything.
But when I mess up, you can depend on me
to try and make things right.
So I'm gonna ask once and for all,
Doug Perkins, would you like to be my fishing buddy?
No. No, I would not.
Oh.
I'd love to!
Oh, it's the joke from before.
Go to him.
Hello, Bill Green. It's me, Doug Perkins.
Yeah, dad!
Back when I pulled you out of the water,
I was thinking of saying, "Oh, I caught a big one."
Oh, man. I would've laughed so hard.
Really? I'll use it next time then.
Oh, Doug Perkins, you're a hoot!