“Oh, no,” said Hello Kitty, her red bow drooping just a little. “The parade is supposed to start in one hour.”
Hello Kitty smiled, tied a tiny red bow around NSP’s thimble drumstick, and sat beside him to watch the stars come out.
My Melody shook a rainstick made of a cardboard tube and rice. “Whoooo! Come on, everyone!”
Bad Badtz-Maru, the grumpy-but-secretly-soft penguin, found a pair of rusty cymbals. He clashed them together with a crash that made even him smile. “Tch. Not bad.” HELLO KITTY AND FRIENDS HAPPINESS PARADE -NSP--...
Pompompurin pulled the skateboard of pots and pans, his tail wagging in time. Keroppi drummed his bucket. Cinnamoroll fluttered overhead, the tin-can wind chimes singing.
NSP played one final, soft tap-tap… tap-tap-tap . Then silence.
The trucks themselves began to rumble. The drivers, seeing the joy, started their engines and carefully rolled aside—not because they were told to, but because they wanted to follow the music. “Oh, no,” said Hello Kitty, her red bow
They reached the town square’s big fountain. The sun was setting, turning the water to gold.
The crowd held their breath.
And the cheer that followed was louder than any truck horn, any float, any firework. “Whoooo
Then, NSP began to play a melody. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t fancy. It was a simple, skipping rhythm:
Pompompurin, the golden retriever in his famous brown beret, tried to push a truck with his bottom. “Wan! It’s not budging.”