"Oh no," Mew said, not turning around. "You’re not supposed to be here. The Forget-Me-Not Melody should have put everyone to sleep by now."
He stepped forward, took a deep breath, and did the only thing he knew how to do. He began to hum. Not the Carousel’s sad tune, but the simple, clumsy, joyful melody he hummed to himself every morning while waiting for his berry juice. It was off-key. It was silly. It was his . poképark
"We can't fight it," Pichu whispered. "We'd wake it up angry." "Oh no," Mew said, not turning around
He waddled to the Carousel. A small crowd had gathered. A Psyduck was staring blankly at a spinning Ponyta figure, drooling slightly. Two Pichu cousins were curled up together on a bench, fast asleep—in the middle of breakfast. He began to hum
shouted a Scorbunny, skidding to a dramatic stop. His fur was immaculate, and he wore a small, unnecessary bandana. "The Great Blazé is here! No sad tune is going to ruin my park."
When the Whimsy Carousel in PokéPark’s Meadow Zone begins playing a strange, sad melody that makes Pokémon fall asleep instead of happy, a shy Pichu must team up with a boastful Scorbunny and a secretive Mew to fix the park before the Great Nightfall arrives. Part 1: The Broken Song Pichu loved the PokéPark more than anything. He loved the splashing games in the Beach Zone, the spicy berry smells from the Granite Zone’s café, and most of all, the Whimsy Carousel in the Meadow Zone. It was his favorite attraction—not because he rode it, but because he loved to watch the tiny Togepi and Riolu squeal as the wooden Pokémon figures bobbed up and down to a cheerful, bell-like tune.
