Dipper has a theory that his missing socks from the dryer may go to the Bermuda Triangle, as previously established. (Although this may be part of his scatter-brained nature, it happens much too often and his feet are MUCH TOO cold for him to survive whilst losing this many socks).
Bill dares him to take apart the dryer after hearing about the missing sock issue for the third time that week. Dipper has a relative background in mechanics after working with Ford for long enough, so he takes the challenge.
Bill knows something Dipper doesn't.
After four hours of discontented deconstruction of their only drying device other than the air itself, and one too many disgruntled noises audible from outside the basement door, Bill floats downstairs. Without a word, he kicks the base of the dryer and loosens it's lower hinges, revealing a lower inside area of it in which all of the socks had fallen through and gotten caught in the dryer. He stares at Dipper expectantly.
Dipper ponders how much time he's wasted.
"...you know, you could have just told me."
"Nah." Bill grins. "Nice try, Sherlock. Now, it'd be a good idea to take an allergy pill, considering all the lint that's most likely attacking your respiratory system."
Dipper sighs. Bill is right.
-Admin Will
(Vaguely based off of a post I saw at one point where someone unscrewed the lower section of the dryer and found a literal plethora of missing socks).
