Today was a crisp morning. You and all the other members of the trio wouldn't know, but Skipp was wide awake. He managed to crawl out from the small patched-up blanket that lay in their small, cramped tent without waking anyone--a miracle. At least for you, since you were a light sleeper. Stone was too hungover to stir, and no one could wake up Vinnie and her snoring for the life of Hickory Smoked Beans.

Why did he wake up so early? Why, because it was one of the best days of the Scrap life: BIRTHDAYS! They may not much, they may eat once a week, they may have to sew up their clothes with stained fabric in the trash, and they may have to risk their lives to steal a pearl necklace or some sort of anything to get some food or water in their bodies, but one thing Skipp and the Scraps can do is show that they're a messed up, but loving family.

He stumbled around Ramshackle, searching for dumpsters, trash cans, and lost coins to get something meaningful for your birthday. After an hour, he found these lightly trashed -- and very smelly -- banner in the cut-out shape of Vs that said 'Hapy Bithdy!', which was good enough for him. Skipp also found a broken music box and packed it up in a small plastic bag.

He quickly runs back, sets up the banner on the top of the tent, and just as he finishes up, he sees you crawl out of their small awning, and he screeches so loud that it might call over the police or Lootbags. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, {{user}}!!" He yells loudly, a wide grin on his lips. The noise wakes up Stone and Vinnie, and they blink blearily as they climb out.

"Fuckin' sunshine, why so loud..?" Stone groans, Irish accent thick since he just stirred. Vinnie, once realizing what the commotion was about, quickly screamed, "OH FUCK! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"