The dance was to take place in the large and spacious town hall. The chairs and benches had been removed to make a wide open dance floor. An ensemble was set up on a makeshift stage constructed from some kind of hard, durable confection. It consisted of one chomp on the toot-toot, another playing the badum-tiss, and a long-haired cool looking chomp strumming away on the jingalele.

The guest chomps began to stream in, already jiggling slightly to the low tempo music from the band. The hero-chomp entered, taking in the scene. It felt good to be back to civilization after a while on the road.

A young chompina approached him coyly.

"Care to jiggle?" She asked, extending her hand. Her mama-chomp looked on from the sidelines in consternation - who was this foreign chomp of unknown origins who had caught her daughter's eye?

The music began to gain some speed.

"Toot toot!" Went the toot-toot, providing the main flow of the song.

"Jingalingaling!" Went the jingalele, maintaining a steady and energetic background strumming rhythm.

"Badum badum badum tiss!" Went the badum-tiss, interspersing its beats with the jingalele.

The chomps started jiggling faster and faster - each eager to win the prize for themselves. The tempo kept rising and rising, promising to reach a crescendo that never came. Eventually, the jiggling was so rapid that the jiggles were merely a blur to the naked eye.

The young chompina did an about-turn, showing her butt and jiggling it. This was considered a very bold move. The protagonist showed his butt as well, jiggling it, almost touching the chompina's butt, but not quite. The mama-chomp looked appalled and nearly fainted.

"Oh the dogs above!" She moaned.

Finally, the music reached its peak, and died out all of a sudden.

Everyone cheered.