Keroppi, the energetic frog, hopped onto an overturned bucket. “Boom!” He slapped the side.
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.”
And NSP? NSP climbed to the top of a lamppost. He raised his thimble drumsticks and gave the beat. Tap-tap-tap-a-tap-tap.
NSP played one final, soft tap-tap… tap-tap-tap . Then silence. HELLO KITTY AND FRIENDS HAPPINESS PARADE -NSP--...
“Okay, team,” said Hello Kitty. “We make our own parade. Use anything you can find.”
Cinnamoroll, the fluffy puppy with ears like wings, flew down an alley and returned with a set of empty tin cans tied to a string. “Jingle, jingle!”
That night, Hello Kitty found NSP sitting on the edge of the fountain, dipping his tired feet in the water. Keroppi, the energetic frog, hopped onto an overturned
At the front, Hello Kitty carried a sign she’d drawn with crayons: .
And at the very front, still tapping his thimble drums on the lamppost, was NSP. His tiny face was red with happy effort.
Hello Kitty smiled, tied a tiny red bow around NSP’s thimble drumstick, and sat beside him to watch the stars come out. He clashed them together with a crash that
“We just need a different kind of music,” NSP squeaked, tapping his foot. “A music that comes from here .” He pointed to his heart.
Hello Kitty’s eyes sparkled. “NSP is right! The Happiness Parade isn’t about giant floats. It’s about sharing joy.”
One by one, people in the town looked up from their stuck cars. A little girl started clapping. A baker leaned out her window, tapping a whisk against a bowl. A postman beeped his bicycle horn in rhythm.
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.