SQUEAK...SQUEAK...SQUEAK...SQUEAK... Anybody in the market for a slightly used squeaky toy?  One that's just a notch below breaking the sound barrier or at least shattering glass.

SQUEAK...SQUEAK...SQUEAK...SQUEAK... You know, it's not like Gull doesn't make enough noise on his own, without Mom giving him something to add to the decibal level. 

SQUEAK...SQUEAK...SQUEAK...SQUEAK... Welp, there went Oz. Just dove behind Mom for protection from the evil squeaky toy.  That's Oz, always bringing up the rear in any perceived crisis.

SQUEAK...SQUEAK...SQUEAK...SQUEAK... Argh! I think he's trying to drive me insane. Must be part of his master plan to get me out of the way, to get my share of the apple slices. I see, I'm going to have to solve this problem myself.

SQUEAK...SQUEAK...SQUEAK...SQUE... SNATCH... Here Mom, you might want to discretely hide this in the garbage can.

Murph Dog, The Problem Solver...