Rock the Casba

So I had a load of laundry--kids' clothes, mostly belonging to Magoo--in the washer and I move them to the dryer.
Turn the dryer on.
Go to do some other equally engaging chore.
Thirty seconds later hear what sounds like a dead cat in the dryer, banging as it gets flipped over and hits the bottom of the barrel.
Stop the dryer and hear a loud bang.
Dig in the dryer and find one rock.
Turn the dryer back on.
One barrel flip and hear it again.
Open dryer, remove second rock.
Turn it on a third time.
Another bang.
Another rock.
Number three.
Surely this is over by now.
Slam door.
Hit start.
Hear bang.
Open damned door.
Remove rock #4.
Slam door.
Start dryer.
Hear nothing.
All from Magoo's pockets.
Return rocks to Magoo, whose little hand is outstretched waiting...to put them in more pockets...so we can start again.
Walk to icebox for cheap wine.