And Friends Happiness Parade -nsp--... — Hello Kitty

“We just need a different kind of music,” NSP squeaked, tapping his foot. “A music that comes from here .” He pointed to his heart.

Then, NSP began to play a melody. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t fancy. It was a simple, skipping rhythm:

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--...

And the cheer that followed was louder than any truck horn, any float, any firework.

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. “We just need a different kind of music,”

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 at the very front, still tapping his thimble drums on the lamppost, was NSP. His tiny face was red with happy effort. It wasn’t loud

Hello Kitty’s eyes sparkled. “NSP is right! The Happiness Parade isn’t about giant floats. It’s about sharing joy.”