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The peanut jar tipped. It didn’t break, but it rolled in a wobbly circle, scattering peanuts across the floorboards. Mango shrieked with delight and scrambled after them, knocking over a stack of nautical charts.

“That’s just a coincidence,” he whispered.

The captain stopped grumbling. He stared. monkey business safe code

“No, Mango. Not now,” Elias said, not looking up. He tried 15-20-30. Clunk.

He couldn’t remember the combination.

“You knew the whole time,” the captain breathed. “You little stinker. You just wanted to show off.”

His companion in frustration was Mango, a small, wiry capuchin monkey with a knack for mischief. Mango wore a tiny red vest and had a talent for finding things Captain Elias lost—reading glasses, car keys, his temper. Today, Mango sat atop the safe, grooming his tail and chattering softly. The peanut jar tipped

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