She had typed in the only thing she could think of: her own name. “Chibi Maruko-chan.”
Tomozou let out a loud, happy sob. “Wahhh! I am famous! A global treasure!” He grabbed Maruko in a tight hug, his tears dripping onto her head. “I will buy you ten more watermelons!” chibi maruko chan internet archive
The screen filled with a grid of faded images and text. There were grainy scans of old manga magazines from the year she was born, pixelated screenshots of the very first TV episode, and even a crackly audio recording of the theme song played on a toy piano. She had typed in the only thing she