Robot Chicken?

So Bree had a bad night. Really bad. Nightmares all night. About what, you ask? Birds. Chickens, to be exact. Little baby chickens is what she told me. She finally had to sleep in our room because she kept waking up screaming and in a panic, absolutely certain that they were hiding under her crib. I found her huddled in the corner, completely terrified. After she moved to our bedroom the chicks left her alone, but unfortunately they were followed by penguins. No joke.