INKEE-BEAR: Do you hear it? SPIRIT: Hear what? INKEE-BEAR: You dummy. Something is on our roof. it's not walkin' -- it's hoppin! SPIRIT: Well, truth be told, I can't hear a thing except baby birds chirping their little beaks off in the eaves outside our front door. They don't stop until the sun goes down! Drivin' me crazy! INKEE-BEAR: I so agree. How can those itty-bitty things make so much noise? SPIRIT: If that was the Easter Bunny, he's long gone. The baby peeps sent him on his way.