Pompompurin, the golden retriever in his famous brown beret, tried to push a truck with his bottom. “Wan! It’s not budging.”
“Okay, team,” said Hello Kitty. “We make our own parade. Use anything you can find.”
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.
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. Pompompurin, the golden retriever in his famous brown
She gathered her friends in a huddle.
The crowd held their breath.
NSP looked up, his whiskers twitching. “No,” he squeaked. “ We did. Happiness is louder when everyone plays.”
NSP played one final, soft tap-tap… tap-tap-tap . Then silence. “We make our own parade
Hello Kitty smiled, tied a tiny red bow around NSP’s thimble drumstick, and sat beside him to watch the stars come out.
And the cheer that followed was louder than any truck horn, any float, any firework.