Sherlock Gnomes

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Welcome.

You're just in time

for our story.

An epic detective adventure.

Sherlock Holmes,

the greatest...

Oh, let's do

"Gnomeo and Juliet" instead!

Yeah, we've already

done that.

Hey, hey, I know!

"Game of Gnomes!"

- Or "The Gnome Ranger."

- No, we're doing this.

Sherlock Holmes, the greatest

detective of all time.

And ours

will be the best ever.

Because our Sherlock

is a...

Let's do "The Twilight Gnome."

- No, no!

- Or "Spider-Man: Gnomecoming."

Or "Indiana Gnomes."

No! Because our Sherlock

is a garden gnome!

He's a garden gnome! Okay?

Oh, well, why didn't you

just say that?

Prepare for a tale

of suspense,

intrigue, and mystery.

Ooh, mystery.

Prepare for "Sherlock Gnomes."

The final clue, Watson.

The kidnapped gnomes

are in the museum.

And seconds away

from being smashed!

We shall see about that.

- Help!

- Help.

Show yourself, Moriarty!

Help! I'm stuck!

Oh, Sherlock.

How can I resist

a request like that?

Ta-da! Here I am! Your

favorite evil pie mascot.

Though I said "evil",

I do cry at sad films.

I'm very complex.

Don't try and get me.

Shirley.

Could I call you that?

You are just in time to see

these gnomes go extinct.

This stops now, Moriarty.

Oh, be honest, Sherlock.

You enjoy our little game

as much as I do.

This is no game.

I am the sworn protector

of London's garden gnomes.

If you are the sworn protector

of the city's gnomes,

then I am

their sworn destroyer!

And we will keep playing

this little game, Sherlock,

until I crush

every last gnome in London.

I'll stop you

until the day I die.

Oh, lightbulb moment.

What is it?

Yeah, today's that day.

Come, Sherlock.

Come dance with me.

Ow!

No!

Fudge buckets.

Sherlock!

No thanks needed.

It is my sworn duty

to protect you.

No hugs.

- Oh, Watson.

- Yes, Sherlock?

Yours, I believe.

It's over, Watson.

With Moriarty gone,

London is once again safe

for all garden gnomes.

Our new home in London.

Oh, doesn't it look lovely?

It's a long way

from Stratford-upon-Avon.

But a lot

closer to the grandkids.

And we'll feel better once we

get our gnomes in the garden.

London.

A brand new

adventure for us,

and our star-crossed lovers,

Gnomeo and Juliet.

Right. Let's go out

and buy an expensive coffee.

That's what people

do around here.

Oh, yes,

I've been practicing my order.

A skinny triple shot

soy latte, extra dry.

What a dump!

Where's the new garden?

This is the new garden, Fawn.

Naw, I'm going

back in the box.

Girls! Language.

I guess it's a fixer-upper?

Well, I think

that it's the most beautiful

garden in the world

because you're standing in it.

- Oof, that was super cheesy.

- Aw, seriously?

I practiced that line in the

car for about 10 minutes.

It was, like, awful.

Oh, I bet there's a pretty

good view up there.

I'll let you know

when I get there first.

Right, come here.

Whoa!

You win.

Come here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Think of all the adventures

we're gonna have.

Juliet, come down this

instant, before you fall.

When is he gonna realize

you're the toughest gnome

in the garden?

Now that was a good line.

She loves me.

She loves me not.

She loves me...

Oh, hi, Nanette.

Ooh, I think someone's

got a crush on someone.

Mmm. Maybe.

Oh, well, maybe they have

a crush on you back.

- Do you really think so?

- I don't know.

- I don't know who it is, do I?

- Oh.

- Gather 'round, everyone.

- Come on, everybody.

Choppity-chop!

We have an announcement.

Lord Redbrick and I

are officially retiring.

We both think a new garden

is the perfect opportunity

to name new leaders.

Gnomeo and Juliet.

Us?

Hurray for nepotism.

Unbelievable.

Gnomeo and Juliet will lead us

in preparing the garden

for winter.

As soon as the garden

blooms in the spring,

we'll have a Seedling

Ceremony to celebrate.

- Come along, dear.

- Ooh.

Look at this place.

Isn't it perfect?

It's awful.

Unbelievably awful.

But it is ours.

Yeah, it's ours.

And I'm gonna

show this garden who's boss.

Hmm.

Watson! Look what you've done

to the globe.

Me?

- You're the one who kicked it.

- Because you ducked.

The very reason you're wearing

padding is so I can kick you.

I am not your punching bag!

Don't be absurd.

Of course you are.

Oh, how I miss

having a proper enemy.

Well, I'm sorry

I'm not Moriarty.

Sherlock! Watson!

Just look at this mess!

How many times

have I told you?

If you want to practice

fighting, do it outside!

We're sorry, Mrs. Udderson.

Sherlock Gnomes!

Sherlock Gnomes!

And Dr. W...

Ooh! Oof!

Finally, a new case.

- What seems to be the trouble?

- It's my friends.

All my friends.

The whole garden.

They've disappeared.

They're all gone!

A whole garden?

Watson, gnomes are in danger.

To the scene of the crime.

Breaking news!

While London prepares for its

largest fireworks display ever,

something barely newsworthy

is happening

in the gardens

across the capital.

Someone is out there

stealing innocent gnomes.

Like Barry. Barry was just

sitting there, doing nothing.

Now he's gone.

And Barry is just

the tip of the iceberg.

Susan, Tim, Brad, gone.

This weird gnome

with his sparkly piano, gone!

These gnomes on a pig,

for no reason.

I hope that's not ham

on that pizza.

All gone! The list goes on.

When contacted,

the police said...

We have no time for this.

Please don't contact us again.

They're clearly swamped.

Some say it's a job

for Sherlock Gnomes.

Others say

it's a slow news day.

All right, Barbara,

time for bed.

Ugh.

Humans are tiresomely naive.

It is an ornamental crime on a

scale we have never seen before.

This garden alone

lost 10 gnomes today.

Grass, perfectly even.

Soil, undisturbed.

Ant colony, thriving.

- Do you see it, Watson?

- Yes, there are no footprints.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Someone kidnapped all the

gnomes from this backyard

without leaving

a single footprint.

A gnome can dream.

- Benny.

- Aye?

So, have you talked

to the lucky lady yet?

Told your mystery crush

you adore her?

Funny you should say that...

- No.

- Well, why not?

Is she that scary?

Is she? I mean, is she?

She can be.

La vida buena.

Don't work too hard, Mankini.

You've only been lying there

for four days.

Sun's out, buns out!

I'm okay.

Hey, we said that we were gonna plant

these next to the shed, remember?

Yeah, but they look

better there.

Oh, all right. I suppose.

Here. Let me help you

with that.

Whoa, hey!

- I feel sick.

- Me, too.

This garden is still missing something.

Something special.

Oh, I was just thinking that.

Do you know what would

be great? Maybe...

Something that will tie

the whole garden together.

What about

a new centerpiece?

- I'm gonna throw up.

- I've got it.

We need a new centerpiece.

That's exactly

what I just said.

Never mind, great minds

thing alike. Am I right?

Oh, there's so much to do.

I better get started on it.

Awkward.

Don't you worry. I know her.

And she was hanging on

to your every word.

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