sora 2 Prompt: Police sirens wail as a huge car screeches to a stop. The window rolls down. A BABY peers out, pacifier swinging. BABY (coolly): License? I was born licensed to thrill. [Baby slams the horn—car peels off wildly. Officer coughs in the cloud of baby powder smoke.] OFFICER (yelling): He’s on formula power! [Cut to baby laughing maniacally, sunglasses on, speeding into sunset.]