About this book:

Behind the hum of the office dryer, a covert operation spins into motion. Meet the Sock Puppet Syndicate: Barnaby, the argyle strategist with a wooden button eye and delusions of middle-management grandeur; Penelope, the crisp yellow tube sock whose crimson stripes conceal a tactical mind; Gus, a felted wool heavyweight permanently molded into the shape of disappointment; and Pip, a neon-green toddler sock vibrating with pure polyester chaos. By day, they're lost laundry. By nine A.M., they're the shadow IT department, the facility managers, the only thing keeping the third floor from unraveling—one static-charged caper at a time.

From the Great Breakroom Coffee Heist to the Microwave Fish Incident, the Quarterly Review Riot to the Vending Machine Vendetta, every chapter stitches workplace absurdity into textile noir. Navigating cubicle canyons, evading rolling chair wheels, and decoding the master password to the breakroom fridge, the Syndicate turns mundane Monday misery into a masterclass in woven warfare. Their enemy isn't just entropy—it's Henderson's frayed khakis, congealed hazelnut creamer, and the terrifying prospect of a team-building exercise.

Sharp, surreal, and stitched with affection for anyone who's ever felt like a mismatched pair in a corporate machine, *The Sock Puppet Syndicate* is *The Office* meets *Toy Story* with a lint trap's worth of heart. Twenty-six chapters of graphic novel brilliance prove that the real office politics happen at ankle level—and the fabric of this company is stronger than HR knows.