CAKE BREAK!- SFW again :D
It was too bad that Bart didn't seem to understand the words private and party. The words that he did understand, though, were equally as important, and he felt it was his solemn duty to share them with everyone.
"BIRTHDAY CAKE!" was the sound of Bart Allen's battle cry as he threw the door to Teddy and Billy's room wide open, his hair surprisingly dry and fluffy (thanks super speed!), shirtless, barefoot, still in his swim trunks and with eyes aglow like a kid on Christmas morning.
"TEDDY! BILLY! IT'STIMEFORBIRTHDAYCAKE! BIRTHDAYCAAAAA-" His war cry was cut short as he stood in the center of the room and looked at Billy and Teddy on the bed. His head cocked to one side like a confused golden retriever.
"...."
And then he recovered, "AAKE! SORRY TEDDY WE GOTTA GO. WE NEED THE BIRTHDAY BOY FOR BIRTHDAY CAKE!" Bart explained, somehow managing not to say it all at super speed, though he did rush forward and grab Billy and raced back out to the rest of the party.
Nothing. NOTHING would come between Bartholomew Henry Allen II and sweet, sweet birthday cake.