This was last updated on April 2, 2018.

Mew left The Lake of Rage and decided to go somewhere interesting where she could meet more Pokemon of a different type. She decided to go to the the city and see some urban Pokemon. The last time that she was in the city was in 2014 when she was in Moscow, Russia, with Cubone, but she wanted to go somewhere else. She decided to go to Castelia City and hang out with all the Pokemon there!

Mew saw an ice cream factory and she saw there were some Vanillite, Vanillish, and a single Vanilluxe packing ice cream cones. There was also a Cryogonal who was making sure the ice cream was frozen with his ice beam.

"Come on, keep packing the ice cream cones into the boxes so they can be sold for a profit for the stupid humans!" said the Vanilluxe box who was very angry that some of the smaller of the evolutionary lines were slacking off and not doing a good enough job.

"Got it, boss, just..." started one o the Vanillite who stopped when he saw Mew was randomly floating and watching them. "Hey, who's that?" he asked as he pointed with a short arm.

"Hey, no visitors allowed!" stated the Vanilluxe as he used icy wind on Mew so she could get down.

"Stop! Stop!" screamed Mew as she came down and came face to face with the Vanilluxe. "I'm just bored and want to see some more Pokemon. You shouldn't treat your mom like this!"

"Um...You're not my mom," Vanilluxe said with a sweat drop that then froze and then shattered when it hit the ground. Mew illegally used tackle and hugged Vanilluxe, giggling as she felt the coldness press against her.

"It's like hugging an ice cube!" she told the other. "I love the straw on your head. Lemme look inside." She grabbed her binoculars from nowhere and she looked through the straw and saw an ice cream cone!

"Is your brain shaped like an ice cream cone?!" Mew laughed hysterically at the idea.

"...yes it is," the Vanilluxe said.

"That is soo funny!" Mew chirped as she hugged the icicle that was dangling from the middle. She giggled as she looked at the Vanillish and said, "Hey, you look like half of Vanilluxe, but you still get all my love." She hugged the little ice nibs that were supposed to be arms on the ice Pokemon and she turned towards the smallest ice Pokemon. "Aww, you look like a cute ice cream cone!"

"STOP!" shouted the Vanillite as he was getting mad. He used ice beam on Mew, but she used her magic psychic powers to create a turkey sandwich which got frozen solid, which she then threw on the ground for the others to see.

"Oooh, turkey," they observed and Mew hugged Vanillite before going over to the Cryogonal.

"You look cool! Ha, I made a pun!" laughed Mew. She extended her hand and grabbed the ice chain that was the other's face and she began to use it as a jump rope. "Come play with me, Vanillite."

The other small Pokemon came towards her and they started to have fun until the other used Blizzard. She grabbed the chain and did a 720 degree spin and tossed Cryogonal into the horizon, causing a twinkle that made a ping sound.

"I'm bored with y'all," Mew yawned and she left. Mew went outside and saw that by the waste production treatment, there were several Poison Pokemon.

"I smell like a Hippowdon's farts that rot in a volcano!" one tried to outdo the other in who smelled the worst.

"Well, I smell like-" a Weezing said, but Mew interrupted. Mew farted at 110-decibels and it hurt the other Pokemon's theoretical ears at such a commotion from the tiny legendary.

"EWWWWWW!" they both said to Mew. "You stink!"

"Sorry, I had a glass of water," Mew explained. "Let's talk. Are you two related to pirates? Why you got the skull and crossbone symbol on your stomach? Is that the place where I hug you?" She put on a hazmat suit and hugged Weezing, giggling as she poked the holes where the gas was expelled from and said, "I wonder what would happen if I plugged you up with corks?"

"No, don't!" the Weezing said as Mew first hugged Koffing. She put a large number on Weezing's body, but the pressure got so large that he self-destructed right there and sent Mew flying high into the horizon and she was in a place where her hazmat suit was still appropriate-the dump.