By the second squeak, Crax and Candy had stopped swaying and were looking at the radio with very concerned looks on their faces, thinking that there was something wrong with the speaker, but no - the third squeak came from around their feet, and they looked down together with eyes wide open, arms still wrapped around each other.
There, peeping out from beside Crax's foot, was a small pink bird, who seemed to be gazing up at them in confusion.
"What on earth-" began Crax, as the little bird let out a loud squeak and turned to flee towards the table legs, causing it to trip over and land flat on it's belly.