Hello Kitty And Friends Happiness Parade -nsp--... Apr 2026

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

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.

NSP played one final, soft tap-tap… tap-tap-tap . Then silence.

Then—a little girl whispered, “That was the best parade ever.” HELLO KITTY AND FRIENDS HAPPINESS PARADE -NSP--...

NSP looked up, his whiskers twitching. “No,” he squeaked. “ We did. Happiness is louder when everyone plays.”

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.”

They reached the town square’s big fountain. The sun was setting, turning the water to gold. And the cheer that followed was louder than

My Melody shook a rainstick made of a cardboard tube and rice. “Whoooo! Come on, everyone!”

“You did it, NSP,” she said softly. “You turned a traffic jam into a Happiness Parade.”

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. He raised his thimble drumsticks and gave the beat

Hello Kitty looked back. The entire town was behind them. A parade made of buckets and spoons and laughter.

Hello Kitty smiled, tied a tiny red bow around NSP’s thimble drumstick, and sat beside him to watch the stars come out.

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