Bloom, we've hit a one hat town. One theater. One car wash. One café. One park. One cat....

Narrator: Another home, another main street. Stephen looked around, then summed the burgh up thusly: Young Stephen: Bloom, we've hit a one hat town. Narrator: One theater. One car wash. One café. One park. One cat. Which, through some mishap, had one leg.

Another home, another Main Street. Stephen looked around and summed the burg up thusly. Bloom, we've hit a one-hat town. One theater. One carwash. One cafe. One park. One cat, which, through some mishap, had one leg. Sweet Jesus. Look at that. One public school, one tight-knit group of local well-off kids. Their pocket-change bought rocket pops. The brothers... Pixy Stix. They were the they, all well-loved, rooted, happy as you please,