One starry night, the moon kindly pulls the sea up to the sand, to tuck the beach in. But all of a sudden, she hears another beach in the in the distance cry out, "HEY, WHERE DID MY BLANKET GO?" Uh oh! As the moon pushes the tide back and forth trying to tuck in both beaches, one is always left uncovered and unhappy, and the bickering begins . . . Can the moon get them to agree to take turns?