Case Files

Last night, I was tucked into my pillow fort—a fortress of fluff, blankets, and safety. But at precisely 2:37 a.m., I heard it:

Squeak.

Not a normal squeak. Not the kind from my squeaky toy. No—this was a midnight squeak. A mystery squeak.

The Squeak Strikes Again

I froze. Tail still. Ears high. Then—there it was again: squeak… squeak.

This was no time for napping. It was time for detective work.

Waking the Team

I nudged Pandy awake.
“Emergency! A squeak!”

Pandy groaned, rubbed his eyes, and muttered,
“Doggie, it’s probably the house settling.”

But friends, I know the difference between a squeak and a creak.

Mini Blue, ever loyal, hopped onto my head and glowed bright white—instantly becoming my flashlight.

The investigation was on.

The Search

We checked the snack stash. Safe.
We checked the blanket tunnels. Clear.
We checked the squeaky toy pile. All accounted for.

Then—squeak! Right behind me.

The Big Reveal

The culprit wasn’t a ghost, or a mouse, or a mysterious intruder.
It was… me.

Every time my tail wagged against one lopsided cushion, it pressed out a tiny squeak. I’d been spooking myself the whole time.

Case Closed

Pandy sighed and went back to sleep.
Mini Blue flickered back to calm blue.
And I? I logged the case as solved in my Plushie Detective Files.

Because even if the squeak comes from your own tail, a solved mystery still counts.