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    Mickey helped him to his feet. “I told you she was slippery.”
    â€œSlippery? She’s worse than a snake wearing sunscreen! Where do you think she would go?”
    Mickey tried to put herself in a five-year-old’s shoes. But then again, Cordy was no average five-year-old. “Somewhere where she could play with Madonna…or dress her up.”
    â€œYou thinking what I’m thinking?” JC suddenly caught on.
    â€œThe runway!” they both shouted in unison.

Mickey and JC raced to the bottom floor of FAB where the auditorium housed a gigantic runway stage used for the Runway Showdown. The doors were locked.
    â€œThat’s strange,” JC reflected. “The auditorium is always open.”
    â€œUnless someone locked it from the inside,” Mickey said. “Cordy is so smart. She knew we’d figure out where she was going and was trying to slow us down.”
    â€œWe’ll have to pick the lock,” JC said, rummaging in his pockets. “I don’t suppose you have a pick on you?”
    Mickey dug in her bag and pulled out one of the safety pins that had fallen off her No Sew assignment fiasco. “Will this do?”
    â€œPerfect!” JC said, squatting down on his knees and jabbing the lock with the sharp end of the pin. “When I was six, I got locked in the bathroom of my day camp and had to use a paper clip to get out.”
    Mickey nodded. “So you’re a pro at breaking and entering?”
    With a few clicks, the lock sprung open. JC smiled. “You could say that.”
    They pushed open the door. The lights were off, but they could hear noises coming from backstage.
    â€œTiptoe,” Mickey warned him. “We don’t want to scare her.”
    â€œScare her? You think anything scares that tiny terror? She scares me!”
    â€œYou look so pretty in pink, don’t you think?” They heard a little voice behind the curtains.
    Madonna responded with a few yelps.
    â€œIf she hurts my dog…” JC said through gritted teeth.
    â€œWhat’s wrong, Doggie? You don’t like my dress?”
    Mickey gently pulled back the curtain. There, wrapped in a long piece of pink chiffon, was Madonna. Cordy was doing her best to coax her down the runway, but the dog’s legs were tangled in the fabric.
    â€œShe doesn’t wanna model,” the little girl said with a huff. “Bad doggie.”
    â€œNo, she’s not a bad doggie. She just has a strong sense of personal style—like someone else I know,” Mickey said. She gently picked Madonna up and unraveled her from the outfit Cordy had “designed.” She handed the dog back to JC, who heaved a huge sigh of relief.
    â€œWhat’s wrong with my dress?” Cordy asked, tears welling in her eyes. “I found it there.” She pointed to a huge bin of discarded scrap material. “Why does Doggie hate it?”
    JC saw how upset she was and forgot to be angry. “You did a beautiful gown for Madonna,” he said, sitting down next to her. “But she prefers minidresses over maxis. More room for her to move around.” He took the pink fabric and folded it in half, draping it over Madonna’s back and ears. “See?”
    Madonna scampered around in her new look approvingly.
    â€œOh, she’s so pretty!” Cordy clapped her hands together.
    â€œMaybe you could come over to JC’s house for a playdate and design more clothes for her,” Mickey suggested.
    JC shot her a look. The last thing he wanted was Cordy invading his home design studio. “Yeah, or maybe not…”
    â€œTomorrow?” Cordy begged. “Can I come over tomorrow?”
    JC shook his head. “Ya know, I have a lot of homework and a really hard science test to study for…”
    â€œTomorrow would be perfect,” Mickey said, giving him a little kick.
    â€œOuch! Says who?”
    â€œCordy, do you think you