“We just need a different kind of music,” NSP squeaked, tapping his foot. “A music that comes from here .” He pointed to his heart.
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.”
Then, NSP began to play a melody. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t fancy. It was a simple, skipping rhythm:
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. HELLO KITTY AND FRIENDS HAPPINESS PARADE -NSP--...
Keroppi, the energetic frog, hopped onto an overturned bucket. “Boom!” He slapped the side.
“You did it, NSP,” she said softly. “You turned a traffic jam into a Happiness Parade.”
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. “We just need a different kind of music,”
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.
And if you listen very carefully on quiet afternoons in Sanrio Town, you can still hear the echo of a little mouse’s beat—reminding everyone that joy doesn’t need a permit. Just a heart, a friend, and a chika-chika-boom .
Chika-chika-boom-chick… chika-chika-boom-boom-boom. He clashed them together with a crash that
Here is the story of Hello Kitty and Friends: The Happiness Parade . The sky above Sanrio Town was a perfect, candy-floss blue. But down on Main Street, something was wrong. A huge, grumbling traffic jam of delivery trucks had blocked the entire route for the annual Happiness Parade.
“Okay, team,” said Hello Kitty. “We make our own parade. Use anything you can find.”
At the front, Hello Kitty carried a sign she’d drawn with crayons: .