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.