Simba was a very busy puppy, as of this moment. As of a few days ago, he got an idea to create a fest in the most colorful room of them all, Polaris. He had gathered a few things, mainly vines covered in other colorful plants to hang, he'd need someone's help to hang those, and few pretty vases from Tunnel J that only had a few chips. The collie had filled them with a wide array of flowers from Eridanus, and now he had a pile of pretty things. Simba wanted to have baubles to hang too, but he couldn't make his own, and he was scared to approach anyone.

There was another issue with this idea too. What if nobody came to his fest? What if nobody helped, and he ended up decorating this corner of the large and magickal room all by himself, only for no one to show up? A whimper of doubt and fear tried to surface, but Simba held his snout tightly shut and instead began to position his vases, and placed other flowers and tiny colorful rocks around their bases.
"Speech."