"Your joke sucks!" said a voice. Mew turned around and saw it was a Hitmonlee!
"Hi!" said Mew as she went up to Hitmonlee. She stared at him carefully and giggled.
"What are you laughing at?" he said in a bored voice. He also was kinda grouchy, too, but Mew had an idea on how to cheer him up.
"I'm laughing at the fact you don't have a mouth!" screamed Mew as she flew all over the place giggling a storm. "And I like the way your legs look. They look like a slinky. Do you go 'boing!' every time you walk?"
"It's not my fault I don't have a mouth!" said Hitmonlee. "And no, they don't go 'boing!' when I walk. But they can stretch ultra far to kick your a-"
"Anyways!" said Mew as she flew around Hitmonlee and observed his body frame even more. "You have one of the most awkward designs I've ever seen! Look at your legs! They look like bagels stacked on top of one another!"
"I love bagels," said Poliwhirl. "More specifically, Bagel Bites."
"You mean those little pizza things on a bagel?" said Mew. Poliwhirl nodded. "That sounds so yummy right about now!" She giggled and clapped her hands with excitement and caused a tray that had an assortment of Bagel Bites and other related foods to appear.
Hitmonlee gasped. "What! I'm trying to lose weight here!" He stretched out his leg and kicked the tray, causing all the tiny bagels to fly everywhere. Mew opened her mouth and began to catch a few of them and swallowed what she could. She must have eaten about seven of them and her small pink belly began to bulge outwards. She patted it gently and sighed with content.
"You pig," said a Hitmonchan that just entered the area. Mew turned around, making her long tail slap Poliwhirl across the face.
"Oww! Watch it!" said the bipedal amphibian as he rubbed his face. Mew flew over to him and hugged him, but Poliwhirl pushed her away. Mew gasped and floated next to Hitmonchan.
"Hi!" said Mew as she floated all around him, checking him out. Hitmonchan sweat dropped and finally spoke up.
"Uh, can I help you?"
"Yeah," said Mew. "Why are you wearing a skirt? Or is it a dress? I can't really tell," she trailed off.
"It's not a dress!" protested HItmonchan as he threw a temper tantrum. "It's a toga!"
"No, it's not," said Hitmonlee. "Quit lying, brother. You know it's a skirt."
"No!" cried Hitmonchan as he brought his red boxing glove hands up to his face and started to cry. Mew felt bad and hugged his red glove, confusing Hitmonchan.
"I've always wondered," she said as she examined the glove, "what is under your glove. I think I'll take a little peek."
"No! Don't!" exclaimed Hitmonchan as she tugged on the glove, causing it to pop off. Mew gasped at what she saw.
"Oh…my…goodness," said Mew as she tried to hold back her laughter. "Did you paint your nails?!"
Hitmonchan furiously took the glove back and punched Mew in the face, causing her to hit a sandbag that a Makuhita was punching.
"It was the result of a bet I lost with Hitmonlee!" explained Hitmonchan defensively. Mew began laughing and when she opened her eyes, she saw the Makuhita was standing above her, looking down.
"Uh…can I help you?" he said as he stopped punching the bag.
"No," said Mew. "Can I ask you something? It just popped in my head."
"Go ahead," he said as he sat down on the ground next to her.
"Has anyone ever told you that you look kinda like Chouji Akamichi?" asked Mew as she held back laughter.
"That fat guy from Naruto?" asked Makuhita, earning a nod from Mew. "No, no one has ever said that to me." He took a minute to think and finally said, "But now that you mention it, I can see myself in him. We're both overweight, have horizontal lines for eyes most of the time, and have these marks on our face. Strange that you thought of him."
"Does that mean you like to indulge in food?" asked Mew as she poked his stomach.
"No!" he bellowed and bumped her with his stomach. "Leave me alone! How dare you imply I overeat! I was born this way!"
"I love that song!" said Mew as she inhaled, preparing to sing, but all the sudden, someone appeared behind her. It was Lucario.
"Mew?" said Lucario. It was the same Lucario that she had hugged the other day!
"Lucario!" gasped Mew as she was stunned. "You never told me you went to this gym!"
"I don't go to this gym; I own this gym," he said with a proud smirk on his face. "And I must kindly ask that you leave."
"But…why?" said Mew as she held back the tears.
"For one, you don't have a membership," he explained. "And two, you are being annoying, like usual. Well, more so than usual. I must—"
"How dare you say that!" said Mew. "After all the toys I had to give back to save your life, this is how you treat me?!" She floated up to Lucario's face and slapped it. Everyone gasped and Lucario began to boil over with anger.
"Mew…get…out…now," he said between angry huffs. "Or do you want me to use dark pulse on you?"
"No! Anything but that!" said Mew as she hid behind Hitmonchan. "You're a fighting type; you can endure a dark move. Protect me, minion!"
"Minion?" said Hitmonchan.
"Yeah, I'm Claptrap!" said Mew. "Let me know when you're done with that job!"
"Oh, my goodness, Mew is bringing up Borderlands 2 references," said Hitmonlee as he slapped himself upside the head with embarrassment.
"Great game, nonetheless," said Poliwhirl.
"Yeah, but no one would play co-op with me!" cried Mew. "Do you know how many times I've tried to beat Terramorphous by myself and failed?" Poliwhirl shook his head. "241 times! It's embarrassing!"
"Leave!" said Lucario.
"Fine!" said Mew as she flew out a window and accidentally collided with a Pidgeot, causing both of them to scream.