Lost
Oh, that’s right, that is already a TV show.
I’m developing a storyline about a boring suburban mom who keeps loosing a seemingly unrelated string of banal objects. It starts with the “Greetings from Asbury Park” beach towel, moves on to the single Sorel bootliner (women’s Caribou - size ten), the classic black and gold clutch bag and takes a turn for the worse when the “White Christmas” DVD goes missing in November. Paranoia sets in. The strangest

There is a bit of comic relief when the mom returns home one day to find the three dogs are staring at mom’s earrings, having been shaken out of the flimsy plastic box that they are kept in. And pulled them off of the ‘holey’ card to which they are affixed. Young-dude husky, Klondike Clyde, looks the most suspicious. Maybe there could even be a talking “dog thought” moment; some PG-13 commentary on the humor of messing with the family jewels.

It ends with the family no longer listening to any sentence which begins with “Has anyone seen…?”

How about Lost in Space....Gaslight....Cold Case....Flushed Away?