A tail. A Pokémon, then? Or a costume inside a costume? Either way, Ken doesn't have time for this nonsense. No one who approaches him on the street wearing a sheet can possibly be important enough to converse with the future ruler of the planet.

"You're blocking the street," he points out: no time for any of this, really. He finally has a decent plan for showing the world what he's made of and the city has to go and throw yet another holiday. Doesn't it ever do anything else?