The Prince tripped as his katamari rolled a few inches to the side, landing flat on his face. He sat up quickly and rushed to get his hands back on it--

-- but then noticed the strange... thing with the tongue staring at him. His head tilted as he regarded it curiously. How odd... he had seen more than a few umbrellas in his time, but they rarely came attached to sponges. Long, moving sponges. That were kind of gross.