"Hey, dweeb, where's my lucky socks?"
"If you left them on your floor, they're in the wash. Washer or dryer, probably."
"Better be dryer, I've got a game in 15 minutes."
The giant searching hand touches a jockstrap which changes to conform to what the hand's owner is seeking. Carter and Ryan are Ricky's lucky socks.
An hour later, as Curtis folds clothing. He finds Ricky's lucky socks. "Guess, he's got more than one pair."