Code Red

Early morning impromptu meeting on top of the clothes dryer…
 
Harold High-tops:
OK.  One got away… Archie Argyle.  Disappeared last night.  Exact time unknown.  No note, so suicide ruled out for now.  As I speak, Candy Cotton is putting out an APB, code red.  Archie’s gone missing before.  He may be in trouble.  Might still be wet. Hole in the heal.  Lint balls may be attached.
Wilma Wool:
Attached?  I’m not wasting my time looking for that philanderer! He’s probably hooked up and run off with that lacy floozy with the black straps again.
Harold High-tops:
Negative.  She’s still on the clothes line.
Amanda Argyle: (sobbing)…
Philanderer?  How dare you, you prickly wench!  Poor Archie could be lodged in a crevice or pinned under heavy furniture somewhere, unable to move or call out for help!
Harold High-tops:
OK.  Time is critical, so listen up.  Here’s a picture of Archie.  Pass this out to anyone you see while searching.  Now let’s break up into teams. 
-           Cotton anklets – upstairs
-          Mid-calf crew – laundry room and rest of the house
-          Wools - you come with me and the high-tops – outside.
Let’s all reconvene at the backyard bench at 08:00.
Any questions?