Chococat, using his whiskers like antennae, tied pots and pans to a rolling skateboard. “A rolling drum kit!” he meowed.
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 .
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--...
My Melody shook a rainstick made of a cardboard tube and rice. “Whoooo! Come on, everyone!”
By the time the little parade reached the big intersection, it wasn’t little anymore. Chococat, using his whiskers like antennae, tied pots
“Oh, no,” said Hello Kitty, her red bow drooping just a little. “The parade is supposed to start in one hour.”
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. Just a heart, a friend, and a chika-chika-boom
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.