"I hate Moleville," Figaro grumbled as he climbed back into the car. "Guess we don't need to check in to this fleabag motel, do we?"

The others joined him in the car as he kicked it into gear and laid a patch of rubber on the highway.

Darlene and Winston made small talk for the next ten miles as Figaro grumbled about the unfairness of it all. Suddenly, a thought entered his head.

"How are we gonna know when we reach Moleville?" he asked. "The whole damn city is just a bunch of holes in the ground!"