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Hold on to your loose change, take a tight grip on your socks, and accept that your ball point pen caps are gone forever, because tonight we're taking a trip behind the numbers seven and eight dryers at the Eeriemat, and visiting the Bureau of Lost. Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to watch... the Losers!

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Marshall Teller gazed in dumb-struck horror at his prized New York Giants sweatshirt, the white of the logo now tinged with a pale and watery blue. Behind him, the boy from the Eeriemat clicked his thick flannel tongue against his nickle-silver in sympathy.

"That's too bad," he said, exhaling fabric softener and the chemical sting of dry cleaning with every breath. "May I offer you a colour saver?"

"Don't you need to add that before you put the wash on?" asked Marshall.

"Not this one," said the boy from the Eeriemat. He held out an unmarked package.

"First one's free..."

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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It's Tuesday, so today you get a choice between two prompts. Pick one, combine both, pit them against each other - on Tuesday, you choose!

This week, your options are:

Eeriemat versus ForeverWare Ladies

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"Ah," said the lady from the Eeriemat, whose eyes were nickel-bright and whose white curly hair had the texture of soap bubbles. "I see what the problem is."

Inside the red, white and blue striped prison that was his mother's biggest laundry bag, the winter clothes thrashed and tore at themselves, struggling to be free.

"You need to store these with mothballs," explained the lady. "Especially wool, it's very susceptible to insect predation, and to seeking revenge when it thinks it's been wronged."

She smiled, her teeth like quarters, and pointed.

"There's a poster explaining all about it right there."

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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The little red light above the door of the Number 13 Dryer at the Eeriemat clicked off, and Al stood.

His joints protested sitting so long in the uncomfortable plastic chair, and he wondered that a man who spent his days squirming through misappropriation pipes and clambering over bleachers and under chicken farms could be laid low by something as simple as a scuffed blue-grey bucket seat with one leg slightly shorter than the others.

A miracle, he supposed, or the evil version of one.

He retrieved his boilersuit, clean and dry and not missing so much as a button.

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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It's the 14th of the month, and that's the date we put aside to think about all those amazing minor characters, places, organisations and general backdrop that make Eerie so compellingly watchable.

This month's theme is:

EERIEMAT

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Wampbompadodop! #Horrorween #EerieRewatch #BringBackEerie
— Kristina Stancil, MH (@kstancil13) October 2, 2020

Why are the crossbows in the same aisle as conversion tables?
— Mrs. Michael Wolf🥰💍 👰 (@carsonfoxauthor) October 2, 2020

For the same reason they were washing a straight jacket at the laundromat. It’s Eerie, Indiana. #BringBackEerie
— Kristina Stancil, MH (@kstancil13) October 2, 2020

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The twisted face carved into the basin of the old fountain glared up at him, teeth bared as thin lips bent in a sneer. The water was stagnant and cloudy, and a thick layer of pond scum lay over the surface, but the hate in those eyes shone bright as the spare change littering the stone around it.

The boy with nickel teeth stared down at it for a long time, silver dollar eyes reflecting the murky liquid below alongside the blue of the sky above. He dropped a handful of detergent-smelling quarters into the fountain, turned, and walked away.

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Does anyone have any theories on what happens to the odd socks that mysteriously disappear when you put a wash on...? 🧦
— Emily Cook (@Emily_Rosina) July 8, 2020

Eerie Indiana already answered this definitively
— David Knapp (@DavidKn88477462) July 8, 2020

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One day I'm going to find the evil sock imp, who lives in the washing machine and keeps stealing my socks!!
— Jenny ☕️ (@bluebox99) June 20, 2020

Eerie Indiana covered this one. If the imps didn’t steal socks and other small items we wouldn’t replace them and the economy would fail.
— Darren King (@DarrenK73) June 21, 2020

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The man from the Eerie Dairy unloaded a crate of single-serve milk cartons onto the cracked linoleum in front of the Eeriemat's vending machine.

The thin chain around his neck jangled with a hundred keys of varying size and shapes, but his fingers sought and found the right one almost without conscious thought.

"Looks like this thing's working out well for you," he said to the boy behind the counter, whose smile was penny-bright in the light of the overhead fluorescents. "Second time this week that you've needed a restock ."

The boys' eyes gleamed like silver dollars and he nodded.

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Ongoing Verse: Milkman

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The vending machine at the Eeriemat was stocked with milk, and the magazines laid out on the chipped and battered coffee table were glossy, new, and full of tips about body building.

Marilyn Teller balanced the heavy-duty garbage bag on one hip as she pushed the glass-fronted door open, feeling the smothering bulk of her winter-weight duvet shift about inside it's rubberised prison.

The teenager behind the counter smiled at her as she entered. His teeth were all quarters and his tongue was a roll of nickels, but he was polite beneath his pocket-change jingle and the dryers were empty.

Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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good morning i should be working but we're gonna watch foreverware first because i had a fic idea and obviously rewatching can't wait
— William Arthur (@Wart_M) June 15, 2020

awful lot of straight jackets in the laundry in this show
— William Arthur (@Wart_M) June 15, 2020

Betty Wilson is the stuff nightmares are made of
— William Arthur (@Wart_M) June 15, 2020

listen: my experience with tupperware has me certain foreverware would definitely get me
— William Arthur (@Wart_M) June 15, 2020

Edgar's reaction to the financing plans, tho xD
— William Arthur (@Wart_M) June 15, 2020

"As fresh as the day it was made. In 1974."

Marilyn: bitch wtf?
— William Arthur (@Wart_M) June 15, 2020

Simon is The Best
— William Arthur (@Wart_M) June 15, 2020

I have so many questions about Phyllis Stouffer. How did she become a foreverware lady? How freaky has it got to be to be settling into your suburban home in the 70s and some white lady in a 50s house dress knocks on your door? (this is what my fic is gonna be about)
— William Arthur (@Wart_M) June 15, 2020

why didn't they throw out the sandwich?? or put it in vacuum seal?? it's gonna stink
— William Arthur (@Wart_M) June 15, 2020

mk. time to Do Job and then write fic about foreverware ladies
— William Arthur (@Wart_M) June 15, 2020

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It took a long time to get all the blood out of his hair, and the bathroom was thick with steam by the time Marshall was done. He shut off the water and reached for the free towel he'd won in one of WERD-TV's stranger pledge drives.

(He was pretty certain he'd never pledged to them in the first place and had avoided the towel for months, suspecting some form of Harvest King-style shenanigans that would become apparent the first time his wet skin came into contact with the soft, fluffy, blue-and-yellow fabric. But then laundry gnomes had invaded the Eeriemat and it had had to close down for a few weeks while the exterminator caught and killed them and, well, needs must. It had worked out okay in the end.)

The mirror had fogged over and as usual the things that lived on the other side of the glass had covered the cloudy surface in rude messages accompanied by ruder illustrations.

"Not cool, guys," Marshall said, using part of the probably-not-secretly-a-trap towel to wipe away the graffiti. "What if my Mom came 'round and saw all these dicks?"

The things in the glass drew another, bigger, penis. Marshall sighed.

Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Ongoing Verse: Harvest

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Virginia teen gets stuck in washing machine during game of hide-and-seek https://t.co/vavTaxvOod
— NBC News (@NBCNews) April 22, 2020

Anyone remember Eerie Indiana, and 'The Bureau of Lost'? https://t.co/2FKE5rzEQl
— Adam C. Sieracki (@ACSial) April 22, 2020

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The washing machine was leaking again. Marshall fetched a large plastic mixing bowl from the half-forgotten box of kitchen supplies his parents had given him when he'd moved out and placed it beneath the small, steady trickle leaking from under the door.

Today there were fish mixed in amongst the suds. No bigger than his thumbnail and shining with the rainbow iridescence of a soap bubble, they darted back and forth amongst the cloudy depths, agitating the water around them as they went.

Marshall stared at them, then at the glass panel in the front of the washer. No way...

Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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The washing machines in the Eeriemat are spinning counter-clockwise, and the old hands are packing up sodden clothes still covered in suds as they hurry to the exit.

There's a vending machine selling single-load servings of detergent and fabric softener, and the price of everything just went up to $6.66.

Al emerges from the Number 7 dryer, his smart office attire covered in lint and static cling, and he slams the door behind him as he joins the panicked crowd struggling to get free.

None of them make it, of course. The soapy water rises, and it takes them all.

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Syndi set the laundry basket down on a clear patch at the edge of the coffee table and began sorting through the socks her grandmother had sent her for her birthday. Thick and fleecy, long enough to go over her knees and in the sort of colours that made matched pairs both unnecessary and impossible, they had quickly become an essential part of her weekend wardr-

Her hands stilled. Her eyes narrowed.

Twelve knee-high woolly socks lay stretched over the edge of the empty basket. A thirteenth was in her hands. The last was nowhere to be seen.

She looked upwards, apparently addressing the ceiling cove of her parent's living room.

"The sock comes back now," she said. "If it does, no harm, no foul, we'll say no more about it. If it doesn't, I know about dryers seven and eight, and unlike Marshall, I know how to make people believe me."

She listened. All was silent in the empty house.

"Ten seconds," she said. "Nine. Eight. Seven."

Movement to her right, but she didn't turn to look. Instead, she glanced down at the end table.

The fourteenth sock lay crumpled before her.

"Good call," said Syndi, picking it up.

Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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I wanna open up an actual laundromat, where you crawl into a fake dryer that is actually a portal to a secret Sonic the Hedgehog themed bar....
— Bad Boy Joey Janela (@JANELABABY) January 31, 2020

You should make of of them a tunnel to the Bureau of Lost from Eerie, Indiana. pic.twitter.com/OVBzR4BpDI
— 🌊デススレイヤー Scott Gigney🐊 (@thescottster21) January 31, 2020

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I'm so mad I missed out on the washing machine!

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#ScienceHasFailedToAnswer

Where all the missing socks go in the laundry. pic.twitter.com/m4RIMmMVhG
— Gadfly (@PassionFruit62) January 8, 2020

The tv show, “Eerie, Indiana,” answered that question! The episode is about where lost things go. https://t.co/zUJY3Axs3S
— Cirocco Jones 👩🏻‍🔧🏳️‍🌈 (@SciroccoJones) January 8, 2020

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#RoupasQueSomem tinha uma jaqueta cor de palha que eu AMAVA, tinha bolso, era do jeitinho que eu gosto. Sumiu. Nunca mais soube, nem vi. Não entendo como. Para onde vão as roupas que somem? https://t.co/kZbz0arFU8
— rosana hermann (@rosana) November 27, 2019

Pro Bureau of Lost, segundo um episódio de Eerie, Indiana
— _Bauducco_ (@_Bauducco_) November 27, 2019

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I was thinking up a horror movie about the man who comes in and moves your keys or steals your socks from the dryer, before realizing that was an old "Eerie, Indiana" episode featuring Dick Miller as That Man.
— Farts "sʇɹɐℲ" Johnson (@Farts_Johnson) October 15, 2019

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The Super-Sargasso Sea is a fictional dimension proposed by weirdshitologist Charles Fort, which was a place where things which mysteriously disappear go. Fort was kind of obsessed with impossible disappearances.
— Merstly Gherstly (@sexualcabinetry) June 28, 2019

This idea was played with in Eerie, Indiana, where there is a dimension to which all lost socks in the dryer go. Super-Sargasso Sea is sort of a contrast to Atlantis, in a lot of ways.
— Merstly Gherstly (@sexualcabinetry) June 28, 2019

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Ok I officially can say I don't like this......
You buy socks in pairs, but they alway going their separate ways.....
Is their an app for single socks to meet new single socks? Like #Sonder, tinder for socks#socks #Fun #humor #SundayThoughts pic.twitter.com/LAoe98Fidn
— JS (@JS_1974_) June 16, 2019

I really would like to know where my "lost" socks are ?
Have they been abducted by aliens 👽? pic.twitter.com/SDAHCSXD7q
— Nath❤from♠Paris🕵 (@nathparis75) June 16, 2019

I think there must be another planet filled with single socks, having fun😂😂😂
— JS (@JS_1974_) June 16, 2019

Not sure if anyone remembers the series Eerie, Indiana from the early 90s. They included that in one of their episodes, but I don‘t remember the full story anymore. Something with a secret world behind the laundry machine, or parallel universe or something 😂
— Jess Ellsberg (@coro_jess) June 16, 2019

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En mi casa,cada vez que lavamos se pierde una media,nunca aparecen. Eso me hace recordar al capítulo de Eerie Indiana,donde mostraban a donde iba a parar todo lo que perdemos pic.twitter.com/519Kb8zC99
— Zaza (@camachozaza) May 31, 2019

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It's Tuesday, so today you get a choice between two prompts. Pick one, combine both, pit them against each other - on Tuesday, you choose!

This week, your options are:

Eerie RV World versus Eeriemat

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I have to say… as wonderful as it is to have this fun show on DVD, I’m less than thrilled by the quality of the prints they used. I remember the series being much more vibrant and colorful when it was shown, and the prints, at least the ones of episodes three and four, have been cut by about thirty seconds. They lack the “Elvis / Bigfoot / man’s best friend” spoken section of the title sequence. Perhaps these were copies prepared for syndication? Hopefully if some company ever decides to reissue this on Blu-ray, they can find the original masters and work from those.

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I really think the washing machine is eating my socks
— Danielle Panabaker (@dpanabaker) December 6, 2018

This reminds me of an episode of Eerie Indiana where everything that goes missing turns up.
— Paul Denis (@Paul_Denis8) December 6, 2018

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I don't know what got me nostalgic, but I looked up a mall that's 30 minutes from my hometown (45-ish from where I am now), just to see if it still has an arcade. The old Tilt arcade is gone, but it has a Namco-run arcade now (can't remember the name), and a Pacman Cafe coming.
— Sandwichhead (@IdentInvalid) October 9, 2018

It was the smallest mall, but had some stuff I couldn't find elsewhere (a Primus "Fly" shirt? Wish I still had one), and it figured into my formative years.
— Sandwichhead (@IdentInvalid) October 9, 2018

It had one of the larger pre-Super Walmarts attached to it. We always seemed to frequent that mall on Sundays, around tornado season. Hit the mall, check out the record store, hit the arcade (Street Fighter II: Champion Edition? Super SSFII?), go home for Sunday TV...
— Sandwichhead (@IdentInvalid) October 9, 2018

Assuming the weather wasn't knocking out the signal (we were either no-cable or didn't have cable split to our bedroom yet) or it wasn't pre-empted by sports or some country music bullshit, I had Eerie, Indiana and Mann and Machine to watch. Neither lasted long.
— Sandwichhead (@IdentInvalid) October 9, 2018

That was the time that I really got into certain bands, decided I wanted a guitar, gaming was in another renaissance, and I was kinda figuring out who I was.
— Sandwichhead (@IdentInvalid) October 9, 2018

Plus, no matter how small the place was, it had an arcade that had things I wanted to play, and not all of it was the same as the other places. At the time, I had 3 malls within 30 minutes, 2 grocery stores within 5-10, and a laundromat when the washer died.
— Sandwichhead (@IdentInvalid) October 9, 2018

Add to that 3 or 4 good gaming mags, Mad, Cracked, and whatever book took my fancy filling my lap...it was a pretty good time.
— Sandwichhead (@IdentInvalid) October 9, 2018

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My, what a difference a week can make! I watched this episode with my wife over a week ago, and was pretty disinterested in the story; it had a clever idea, as most of these do so far, but it wasn't particularly funny or engaging. Then, one thing lead to another in real life, and I never had time to write this review, setting me up for a re-watch that I was absolutely not looking forward to. While the bad news is that it's still not one of my favorite episodes, the good news is that it was more enjoyable than I remember it being just seven short days ago.

More weirdness abounds in Eerie, Indiana when Edgar Teller's briefcase suddenly vanishes into thin air...almost quite literally. Now if this were just an ordinary briefcase, that would be bad enough. But this briefcase has a petroleum-based banana flavoring that Edgar will be pitching to higher-ups at Things, Inc.; if they like what he's done, then it could be their next big project and lead Edgar to fame! If it's lost, on the other hand, then he will most certainly lose his job. Compounding the problem is the briefcase's history: it was an anniversary gift from Marilyn, so she feels like him losing it is a personal jab at her. Uh oh! Can Marshall and Simon get to the bottom of the mystery before the Teller family loses everything?

Well, of course they do! Marshall and Simon concoct a plan to lose something on purpose, just to see where it winds up. In this case, it's a large piece of luggage...that Marshall hides himself inside! Sure enough, he is whisked right off the street by Al, an older gentleman played by Dick Miller (one of those guys that you will look at and go, “Oh, I've seen him in something before!”), and then dropped into a hidden tube in a back alley moments before Simon can find him.

After a scary drop through a series of tubes with Argento-esque lighting, Teller ends up in a strange place run by a strange old man known as Mr. Lodgepoole. The large warehouse-style room is completely packed with random items; this is, as we learn, because Marshall has ended up in the “Bureau of Lost” the place where things go when you lose track of them. Well, to be fair, the reason people lose track of them here is because Al steals stuff right out from under people's noses.

Marshall wants to track down his father's briefcase to save his family, but Mr. Lodgepoole informs him that this is not a lost and found...in fact, he even has some troubles getting out the “f” word! It is instead a ploy to stimulate the economy. After all, as Mr. Lodgepoole testifies, if no one lost anything, then why would they have a reason to buy these things again? And if nobody's buying anything, then that sets us up for an economic crash of epic proportions (“You mean like the one when that actor guy was president?” Teller humorously asks).

Unlike most of the other episodes I've seen, this one has a nice little positive message thrown in there. After all the effort Marshall put into getting the briefcase back, it turns out that everything worked itself out: the banana goo that Edgar lost in his briefcase turns out to be part of a failed experiment, so there's no need for it (“It turns out people couldn't get the taste of diesel out of their mouths.”), while Marilyn forgives Edgar by buying him a brand new briefcase! There is no love lost and the episode ends on a happy note, with the family returning back to normal. Things don't go quite back to normal for Mr. Lodgepoole though...

The general pointlessness of this episode is its most endearing quality, but also its biggest flaw: It feels too pointless, especially for general audiences accustomed to the typical Saturday morning cartoons. The fact these items are just being taken (well, Lodgepoole takes offense at that term, deeming them “lost”) for no reason makes for some humorous moments, but it doesn't really lead to any kind of resolve, besides Lodgepoole's fate, and the simple message that love can fix anything, which could have been done in a much more straightforward manner (though, granted, it wouldn't have been an episode of “Eerie, Indiana”).

After the surprise strength of “ATM With a Heart of Gold”, this episode once again sets the series back a bit, though not nearly as far back as Dante did with his own “The Retainer”. Once again, it feels like a case of the show being weird for weirdness sake, rather than centering its weirdness around a common theme or clever idea.

EPISODE RATING: 5.5/10

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Today's prompt was "laundry day" by

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Here is a little bit more of the EI thingie I wrote earlier.

( Part One )

( Part Two )

( Part Three )

( Part Four )

( Part Five )

( Part Six )

I might carry on with this, in which case I'm going to need a beta to tell me when I start to suck beyond all reason and generally do all the hard work while I take all the credit. Volunteers? Anyone? Bueller?

Better weird than dead.

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