Death of the funky chicken

Let me just begin by saying it was NOT my idea to purchase this toy. But, my husband seemed to think it was a good idea. That is, until he was taking a nap over the weekend and woke up to THIS unique noise going off for 10 minutes straight:

I really couldn't stop laughing. If I hadn't been laughing, I would have been strangling that awful chicken to make the noise stop. Luckily, as I predicted, Captain took care of killing the chicken for me, making short work of the toy.... first it was the toes that went, one by one:
And then the feet:And finally it was a headless bird:We gave it the old trashcan funeral when he pulled the squeaker out and there was nothing left but a purple bikini.

Phew, all that chewing can really be hard work. Time to stretch.