Search (Socks CCXLVI)

Grunter reached down, picked up Rar, and yelled, “I found my grey argyle.”
“Big deal.”
“Big deal? These are my favorites.”
“Favorites? That’s plural. Where’s the other one?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then put it back, and let’s go.”
“No, I want to look for it.”
“We’ve been here almost an hour now. Go ahead and look, if you don’t mind getting caught.”
Grunter put Rar in his back pocket, and peered over the dresser, “Where’s the basket?”
“Who cares? Let’s go.”
“Shut-up.” Grunter went to the laundry room, and kicked the empty basket.
He went back to the bedroom.
“Ring.”