Mazeltown, in the Cry-Me-a-River valley, was a dreary village on the dark, cold days leading up to Hanukkah. Just as the holiday was to begin, Molly and Max stumbled on a most curious object in a dim corner of their father's junkshop. It was old and grimy, but after they polished it a most amazing menorah emerged, a menorah that, night by night, changed Mazeltown---brightening the streets, whitening the sheets, lofting the bagels, making the river glow with life and lighting up everyone's heart.