once, the ocean said to me

As luck would have it, the island the Motunui finally settled on was haunted . . . or, Maui more privately thought: was infested with pests . . . and more than one type of pest, at that. Namely: the son of a neighboring chief type of pest . . . a boy with wandering eyes and unfortunately great hair who did not bother Maui at all . . . not even a little bit. Yet, when Maui's lassoing of the sun is undone by an ancient enemy - turning the daylight burning, and the nights unbearably long - he'll have no choice but to fight to restore balance to creation once more. Fate, an interfering ocean, and one plucky kid - or two - refuse to let him do so alone.