Ben and Zane had a problem. Or rather, they had no problems at all. All

their cares had been danced away. Sure, their society was a fractured

class-divided race-divided shantytown without access to electricity or felt

cleaner, but none of that seemed to matter. The Cartoncasters had each

other, they had music, and they had Hawaiian shirts as far as the eye could

see. Which was not very far, living in a dark cave and all. Down in Fraggle

Rock.