“I’ve got it!” said Yota. “All we have to do is enter you in the beauty contest, then when you win, we’ll get lots of money!”
“W-why me, big brother?” stammered Guta, as Yota pulled off his hat and started brushing his fur.
“Because you’re the cute one, obviously. Ooh, maybe we can even turn this into an idol contract in the future!”
“What? You know I can’t sing!”
“Who cares, it’s all lip-synced anyway.” Yota produced a big red Hello Kitty bow from somewhere, and held it contemplatively in front of each of Guta’s ears. “You’ll do great.”