About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Dream Smile City of Pomona with a box full of gleaming teeth. As he approached the door, he heard a strange humming sound coming from inside—a melody that seemed to be made of tiny clicks and whirs. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man in a lab coat, dancing around a chair while adjusting something on a large machine. Finally, the old man noticed the delivery driver and waved him in with a toothy grin. ‘Just testing our new smile-making device,’ he said. The driver took a closer look and realized the machine was creating perfect smiles out of thin air—complete with jokes and friendly advice for each patient. When asked how it worked, the old man simply replied, 'Oh, it's just good ol’ Pomona magic!'
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Dream Smile City of Pomona. The air suddenly filled with an unusual scent—a sweet, almost candy-like aroma that seemed out of place in a dental clinic. Curious, he approached the reception desk, only to see a sign flashing softly: ‘Closed for Sweet Tooth Night.’ A voice from behind called out cheerfully, ‘Next time you visit, bring your toothbrush—and maybe some candies!’
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Dream Smile City of Pomona. The neon sign blinked ominously as he stepped inside. Suddenly, a small voice whispered from behind him: ‘Mister, did you bring my tooth?’ The delivery driver turned around and saw only empty chairs in the dimly lit waiting room. He chuckled, thinking it was just another prank. Then, from under the reception desk came a tiny hand holding a plastic toy tooth. A sleepy voice said, 'Thanks for bringing my tooth, mister!' And with that, everyone—including the delivery driver—burst out laughing.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Dream Smile City of Pomona. The air was filled with an odd, sweet scent that made him pause for a moment. As he approached the door, a soft humming sound grew louder—like a thousand tiny whispers whispering ‘dream smile’. Finally, he saw a neon sign reading ‘Closed’ but heard the faint echoes of those whispers still calling out. Curiosity got the better of him—he knocked gently on the door. A sleepy receptionist peered back and asked, 'Can I help you?' The delivery driver smiled sheepishly and replied, 'Just here for my dream smile.'