My Melody peered around a giant truck carrying squeaky rubber chickens. “The music floats are stuck! How will we bring smiles to everyone?”
“Oh, no,” said Hello Kitty, her red bow drooping just a little. “The parade is supposed to start in one hour.”
“You did it, NSP,” she said softly. “You turned a traffic jam into a Happiness Parade.”
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!” HELLO KITTY AND FRIENDS HAPPINESS PARADE -NSP--...
Hello Kitty smiled, tied a tiny red bow around NSP’s thimble drumstick, and sat beside him to watch the stars come out.
Then—a little girl whispered, “That was the best parade ever.”
My Melody shook a rainstick made of a cardboard tube and rice. “Whoooo! Come on, everyone!” My Melody peered around a giant truck carrying
She gathered her friends in a huddle.
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’s eyes sparkled. “NSP is right! The Happiness Parade isn’t about giant floats. It’s about sharing joy.” “The parade is supposed to start in one hour
That’s when a little, squeaky voice piped up. “We don’t need trucks to make a parade.” It was NSP—the tiny, cheerful mouse who loved nothing more than a good beat. He held two little drumsticks made of toothpicks and thimbles.
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.
Hello Kitty looked back. The entire town was behind them. A parade made of buckets and spoons and laughter.