It’s Baxter Wiff a Birffday!!

This masterpiece ob a dessert was lovingly crafted, baked wiff cheese ganache and pure hope—each layer stacked wiff dreams, and frosted wiff joy. The candles flickered, the brothers cheered, and Baxter, beaming from ear to tuft, made a wish that probably involbed adbenture, unity, and more Broadway dreams.

If this was a scene in the show, it would go somefing like dis:

[Scene: A cozy corner café, decked out wiff glowing string lights, balloons, and banners reading “Happy Birffday Baxter!” Reuben is finishing setting the last place setting. Fish sneaks a pawful of grated cheese. Waffles clears his throat and taps a spoon against a teacup.]

Waffles (singing):
It’s a birffday wiff a B, bring the cake and harmony!
We’ve traveled far and traveled wide,Now we party by your side!

Barry (singing, stepping out shyly):
I wrote this chord just late last night,
A little tune wiff cheese and Light Leaded DesignsBaxter, you’re the bravest soul,
You make this messy world feel whole.

[Reuben tosses streamers and hums a harmony while arranging pastries. Fish pops up on a cupcake stand, spinning a tiny cheese wheel.]

Fish (singing, with a spin):
I mapped each wedge, each rind, each cabe,
But you, dear Bax, are the one I crabe—
For snacks, for laughs, for time machine dibes,
You keep us bold, you keep dreams alibe!

[Cue soft jazz swell. Baxter enters dramatically through a beaded curtain, wearing his birthday crown, looking both regal and completely surprised.]

Baxter (singing, with deep Broadway gravitas):
Two years strong and still I roam,
Fru crumbs ob time, dis crown, dis home!
Brothers close, our tale’s not done—
We ride the wind, we chase the sun!

[The brothers circle Baxter, gently swaying. Cake is brought out—sparkling, grand, wiff frosting made of cheese ganache and pure hope. Lights dim except for a glowing spotlight on the cake.]

All (in harmony):
Blow the candles, make a wish,
One more slice upon your dish.From tiny paws to mighty leaps,
Baxter’s tale is one that keeps…
On dancing fru the alley breeze…
On singing fru the smell ob cheese…
He’s the rat who dares to be—
The star wiffin our symphony!

[Confetti falls (parmesan). Final pose. Fish waves a cheese flag. Lights fade out to warm golden glow. Curtain.]