Ice Cream Sand Witch

In terms of plot progression, nothing. You can battle trainers if you need EXP, there's a house with a box puzzle that has a (hidden) silver coin on the other side, you can save somebody from being beaten up by going into the house and having an Abra teleporting you both out, and apparently there's a Furfrou sidequest but I haven't found it. Next plot place I think is the University. Third floor, room on the left.

Avalugg and Swalot were the hardest to me. You could throw the sun at PULSE Avalugg and it'd probably barely even notice, and the Murkwater field made Swalot a nightmare. I had to terminate both fields with Misty Terrain. The other ones I didn't have too many problems with.

Pikachu used Volt Tackle!

Spinarak.

Cafeteria.

Rhyperior.

Australia's newest wormhole

Togekiss used Aura Sphere!

Marshtomp.

Fluffy chicken.

Squishy face.

Simisear.

Espurr.

Small monsters with big mouths.

Sunday is boring. It's like being injected with mashed potatoes and sunsets and it just makes you feel immobile. It drags on. Nothing happens at all. It's like going to see a movie and having to sit through 24 hours of ads and previews. I like sundaes, but I don't like Sundays. Sundays would be better if everyone got a free sundae.

It's a pun on "Ice cream sandwich".

Tumbleweed.

Hitmonchan.

Level 101 PULSE MissingNo. with Wonder Guard. If you do somehow find a way to beat it, the game glitches.

Pebbles in a bottle.

Amaura.

I was participating in a marathon with a few thousand other people. Among the marathon runners were eskimos, elves (including the Keebler elf), and a Russian with an impressive moustache who was talking about home improvement projects. While we were marathoning, a building came into view and the song "Home" by Philip Philips started playing. One of the eskimos said, "I like this song. Let's go in." We found no flaws in the eskimo's logic, so we went in. We made our way through the building, which had many different floors (we were at the top, so we descended). Every once in a while we'd meet a red robot who would ask us "'Sup?" and join our marathon. On the second-lowest floor, there was a statue of the previous Pope. The Pope statue went on and on about how he and his brother fought together in WWII (I don't know if he actually has a brother, but in the dream he apparently did). The robots eventually got sick of it and shouted "SHUT THE FUCK UP" in unison. The Pope statue saluted them and said, "At your service! Thank you for choosing Dairy Queen!" A passage opened up in the floor revealing a staircase, and we went down. In the middle of this room was a fountain. We walked to there, and a bunch of fat, red, buzzing things came flying from the other end of the room. Everyone except me and the Russian were driven to panic at the sight of them. The rest of our party yelled "OH GOD, NOT THE ITALIANS!" and started running around all over the place. I responded to this by telling everybody, "WE OUTNUMBER THEM!" This lifted their spirits, and we charged forward. At the same time, a bunch of black-cloaked people came out of nowhere and charged towards us. No one panicked again though; we all kept at it. A girl with purple hair took out a wand and used some kind of spell, which I narrowly managed to dodge. I grabbed her hair, which I complimented her on as I pushed her head into the fountain. The scene changed. I was now in the room of a hospital. There was a man in a wheelchair with an extremely pale face, no lips, and a disfigured mouth. He was staring at an open and empty notebook. A police officer was standing over him, hitting him in the back of the head with his nightstick and repeatedly telling him "You are a horrible tree." The scene changed again. I was sitting in a chair, in a room full of other people who were also sitting in chairs. Michael Jackson came in. He walked around the room singing "Bad". When he was done, we all clapped as he Moonwalked back out. "BOOM!" The door on my end of the room was blasted off its hinges. An old couple came with it, smashing into the wall on the other side. A thick green cloud came into the room, and everyone who was in the other room (and the room I was in) ran through this one to the outside of the hospital. Then in walked the source. He looked around 40-50 years old. He was wearing a white sleeveless T-shirt and light blue sweatpants. He was bald at the top of his head and had black hair on the sides. Like the Russian from the marathon, he had a moustache. "I ♥ JUSTIN BIEBER" was tattooed on his forehead. "Oh man...", he moaned, relief and exhaustion in his voice as he let out another one, equally as loud and explosive as the first. "Oh man..." I wanted to escape like everyone else, but I couldn't get up from the chair. I was completely and utterly paralyzed. He came over to sit on me, and I was terrified. I woke up just as he did so.

The IVs are 31, but the Attack is 25 while the Defense is 20. Those need to be equal.

Wigglytuff.