The manhole cover shifted noisily, and then every so slowly rose an inch, and then another.

A pair of eye stalks moved towards the opening. They eyes darted to the left, then to the right, and then withdrew back into the darkness of the manhole.

Without warning, the manhole cover flew into the air, tumbling end over end to clatter to the street ten feet away.

There was a blur as something leaped out of the manhole, unfurling a large banner that read, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANON GF! LOVE Not-SOPHIE and the UCF!”