• Mira "The Nose" Whiskerton

    CHIEF INVESTIGATIVE REPORTER

    Mira grew up in the bustling cobblestone alleys of Duloc, where her keen sense of smell often outmatched her fading sight. While others pitied her blindness, she turned it into an asset by sniffing out scandals before anyone else could. With a notebook in one paw and a tape recorder in the other, Mira is the team’s bloodhound. Whether it is the faint scent of leather polish from Farquaad’s suspiciously tall boots or the whiff of gingerbread crumbs leading to a castle dungeon, Mira can trace a lead faster than a hound on a hunt. She is known for her sharp instincts, sharper wit, and her refusal to be stonewalled by palace press secretaries.

  • Tabitha "The Ears" Squeaksworth

    SENIOR CORRESPONDENT & FIELD RECORDER

    If Mira smells the story, Tabitha hears it coming. Gifted with extraordinary hearing, she can catch whispers in taverns, hushed gossip in the queen’s court, and even the squeak of a hinge on a back room door where secrets are traded. Growing up, Tabitha honed her listening skills by navigating crowded marketplaces, memorizing voices, and distinguishing lies from truth by tone alone. In the newsroom she is the quiet one until she is not. When Tabitha publishes, it is with damning quotes and soundbites that leave officials scrambling for cover. Her signature look is a pair of oversized sunglasses and a tiny recording device always clipped to her lapel

  • Clara "The Claws" Nibblington

    MANAGING EDITOR

    Where Mira tracks and Tabitha listens, Clara strikes. Known for her relentless pursuit of documents, archives, and misplaced files, Clara has earned the nickname The Claws both for her literal digging and her cut to the bone writing style. Born in the shadow of Duloc Castle, she grew up skeptical of authority and quick to question the official story. Clara’s investigative style is hands on, sometimes paw deep in shredded papers pulled from palace waste bins. On the page, her words cut with precision, turning facts into weapons sharper than any sword. If you see her leaning on her cane at a council hearing, know that someone’s reputation is about to be shredded.

Squeaky Leaks

The trio blend their senses and skills into one unstoppable force. They have broken stories on Duloc’s applause quotas, Farquaad’s questionable footwear, the mysterious vanishing of Gingy, and the late night tavern karaoke cover ups. Individually fierce and collectively fearless, the Three Blind Mice prove that sight is not needed when you have guts, grit, and good instincts.

Henrietta Clucksworth

FIELD CORRESPONDANT

The Hen began her career as a village gossip, scratching out stories from scraps of overheard chatter and half-truths passed through the coop. In Hans Christian Andersen’s It’s Quite True, she is remembered for her role in turning a single lost feather into a storm of scandal—an early lesson in how small tales, once repeated, can swell into world-shaking narratives.

At Squeaky Leaks, The Hen has redirected that talent from idle clucking to sharp-beaked reporting. Known for her relentless curiosity and tireless scratching at buried leads, she specializes in exposing corruption that others dismiss as “just a feather.” Her colleagues praise her ability to trace rumors back to their roost and uncover the kernel of truth hidden beneath layers of exaggeration.

Though she maintains the brisk, no-nonsense air of a barnyard matron, The Hen’s reports are laced with wit and urgency. She sees herself as a defender of accountability in Duloc, ensuring that no cover-up—whether royal, magical, or otherwise—goes unchallenged.

When asked about her philosophy of journalism, The Hen is quick to reply:
“Cluck once, it’s gossip. Cluck twice, it’s a story. Cluck three times, and you’d better have the facts to back it up.”

Horatio “Mad Hatter” Teacup

POFESSIONAL GAMBLING CORRESPONDANT

Horatio Teacup, better known to the kingdom as The Mad Hatter, made his name not with millinery but with money. Born in a crooked cardhouse at the edge of Wonderland Alley, Horatio was weaned on teacups filled with strong brews and stronger bets. Where others saw chaos at the table, he saw patterns, percentages, and the shimmer of a tell that could turn the tide of fortune.

He drifted from backroom games in Duloc’s taverns to high-stakes showdowns in the Queen of Hearts’ court, amassing both winnings and enemies in equal measure. Known for his eccentric dress and cryptic banter, Horatio never sits down at a table without a tilted top hat and a pocket watch set to the wrong time, which he swears keeps luck on his side.

At Squeeky Leaks, Horatio specializes in exposing the hidden world of professional gambling. From Farquaad’s rigged casino nights to the underground dice dens run by shady dwarves, no bluff is safe from his scrutiny. His articles combine the mathematics of probability with the theatrics of a man who has gone all-in more times than anyone should.

When not filing stories or raking chips, Horatio can be found hosting “informal research sessions” with a deck of cards, three suspiciously marked teacups, and a grin that makes even the most seasoned player wonder if they have already lost.