Gnomeo and Juliet Page #2

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Possession is nine-tenths of the law.

But if you want it, come and get it.

All right. Thanks.

Nice greenhouse, eh?

- Oh, yeah, you should see it from here.

- And miss this view?

- Who's your gnomey?

- "Who's your gnomey?"

Whoa!

Who's your gnomey now?

- # Hello, hello

- # Hello, hello

- Hey!

- # My, my, my, what have we here?

Whoa!

# What a surprise

What a surprise

- # Hello, hello

- # Hello, hello

# I'm not alone

It's good to know

- # Someone's out there to say hello

- # Hello

- # Hello

- # Hello

# Hello

# Hello

# Hello, hello

# Hello

# Hello, hello #

Oh, no. He's a Blue. Not a Blue.

Juliet. You're not allowed

off your pedestal.

What are you doing

out in the alley?

I'm, um... Well, I could ask you

the same question, Tybalt.

We're looking for a blue gnome.

Yeah, he's an ugly little fellow.

- Got a scratch, right here.

- And his name's Gnomeo.

You haven't seen him, have you?

Uh... Ooh. Um...

Uh... He sounds awful.

No, I... I, um, certainly haven't seen

him. I haven't seen him at all.

Well, lucky you.

Come on. Let's get inside.

Juliet.

A Red.

Why, of all things,

did she have to be a Red?

So, where is the oh-so-important,

life-changing orchid?

Um... Um...

What... What orchid?

What?

Hmm?

Shut up! You met a boy!

What? No. Well, maybe, sort of. Um...

Yes. Yes, I did.

I need details! And go slowly!

- Is he totally gorgeous?

- Totally.

Does he have a nice rotund belly?

Well, let's call it sturdy.

And his, uh...

His hat is, um...

- Big and pointy?

- And...

...you know,

I suppose in a certain light,

you might say it looks sort of... blue.

Blue.

Ah! This is one of your little jokes!

No, I don't get it.

Oh! Flipping, flaming Nora!

She's smooching the face off a Blue!

Shh! Please shush, Nanette. Just zip it.

Zip.

Oh! Juliet! This is fantastic!

- Is it?

- It's doomed.

- What?

- A Red and a Blue.

It just can't be.

So it's a doomed love,

and that's the best kind.

You'll never see him again.

And then one day when you die,

you'll be all...

"Oh, my true love. I only saw him once."

I'll only see... What do you mean...

What are you chatting about "once,"

I'll only see him once?

How romantically tragic.

Your love is doomed. Your love is dead.

Your love is doomed. Your love is dead.

It's doomed. Dead.

- I'll only see him once?

- Doomed!

I've never seen

Lord Redbrick so riled up.

We have to find Gnomeo. Let's split up.

I wish I could quit you.

Hmm!

Oh, well, let's go fishing.

All right, boy.

Go find Gnomeo.

Doomed. Dead.

Doomed. Dead. Doomed. Dead.

O Gnomeo, Gnomeo,

are we really doomed, Gnomeo,

to never see each other again?

Why must you wear a blue hat?

Why couldn't it be red like my father,

or... or green like a leprechaun?

Or purple like, um... like, uh...

like some weird guy?

I mean, what's in a gnome? Because

you're blue, my father sees red,

and because I'm red, I'm feeling blue.

Oh. At any rate, that shouldn't be

the thing to keep us apart, should it?

No! No, it shouldn't!

I couldn't have said it better myself!

Oh, my giddy aunt. Did you just hear

all of that? What are you doing here?

I don't know. Um... I came here to...

Well, I don't know,

I just wanted to see you again.

Are you crazy?

If Dad finds you,

he'll bury you under the patio!

Find me. You kidding?

"Stealth" is my middle name.

No! Quick! Turn it off!

I'm trying!

- Do something!

- The button's stuck! Come on.

Aah! Juliet!

It won't turn off!

- There's something behind you!

- Shroom!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Juliet, what's with the...?

Ooh! You look like a fun-gi.

- Excuse me, a little help here.

- My dad's coming.

So, you must be Gnomeo.

Lovely to meet you... in the 30 seconds

before you're discovered and killed.

- Quick, hide.

- Juliet,

I've told you before,

no music in the grotto after 10:00.

- What's going on here?

- Um...

It was a... um...

I saw a squirrel,

and he... he dropped his nuts.

Yes, nuts, the size of... boulders!

Yes, all right. Thank you, Nanette.

Well, OK, but no mucking about,

especially not tonight.

We've been attacked, by a Blue!

And if I ever get my hands on a Blue,

he'll be sleeping with the fishes!

Now, I'm not a man

who is wounded up easily!

Lord Redbrick,

I've been having problems with my...

Your what?

I guess this isn't

the best time to talk.

- It's not ideal.

- But I...

- Just go. Please go.

...just came here to say I...

- What? You what?

- I'm...

- Oh, sorry.

- Juliet, is there something wrong

- with the pond?

- The pond? No. What, this pond?

No, it's fine. I mean,

it's just as pondy as ever.

Oh, my gosh!

What is that thing over there?

- What? What was it?

- The... thing, over there...

- What did it look like?

- Oh, it looked like a really...

OK, bye-bye then. Off you go.

Thanks for popping by.

Good night, sweet prince,

and flights of angels...

or pigeons or sparrows or whatever.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

Ah.

Nanette, where's Gnomeo? Is he gone?

- Yeah. Gone forever.

- What?!

Whoa!

I think you'll find this does,

actually, belong to you.

Thank you.

- I can't go.

- I know how you feel.

No, really, I'm stuck.

So, uh... can I see you again tomorrow?

- Yes, but not here.

- Back in the old Lawrence place, then?

- Noon?

- Not soon enough.

- I can do 11:
45.

- Done.

That frog was right.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

Whoa.

Thanks, Nanette.

You know he's going to ditch you

when he finds out how much you weigh.

Shroom, do you see this face?

It's a happy gnome face.

Now, come here. Come on!

Outrage! Infamy!

The gardening gloves are off then,

are they?

You!

Wrecking my mower!

Dear lady, you are insane

in the brain!

I never thought

even you'd stoop to such levels!

Oh, and by the way,

kindly stop stealing my underwear.

In your dreams,

you daft old cabbage!

Oh. How could she do this

to Tybalt's wishing well?

Oh, my sweet little flower boy.

Why would anyone ever pick on you?

Oh! Who thinks I should order

the best new lawn mower money can buy?

Oh...

Why would anyone do this to Tybalt?

Because nobody likes him.

So, what are we going to do?

Find their weak spots.

Then what are we going to do?

Damage.

Lots and lots of damage.

Right.

Mess with me, will you, Capulet?

I'll show you, you old sack of compost.

This is not over. Not by a long shot.

Ah. Right. What do we got here?

She's on the Worldy Widey Web.

- Uh, no. No, no, don't think so.

- That one! Pick that one!

- Ooh! That one! Yes, I like that one.

- No, don't think so.

- No, no... That one!

- Oh! What's this?

Are you losing the war in your garden?

Well, brother, maybe it's time

for a secret weapon.

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