Sherlock Gnomes

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! - 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!

Or "Spider-Man: Gnomecoming."

Or "Indiana Gnomes."

No! Because our Sherlock is a garden gnome!

He's a garden gnome! Okay?

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. The kidnapped gnomes are in the museum.

And seconds away from being smashed!

We shall see about that.

Show yourself, Moriarty!

Help, 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!

- - Hooray, Sherlock! Yay!

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.

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.

Ooh, 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.

No, no, I'm going back in the box.

This garden is:

This garden is: ☠#?# ##

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 ten 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?

Hooray 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.... 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 London's gardens.

Someone is 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. 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.

Humans are tiresomely naïve.

It is an ornamental crime on a scale we have never seen before.

This garden alone lost ten 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.

Hmph.

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.

Why not? Is she that scary? 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 we'd plant these next to the shed, remember?

Yeah, but they look better there.

Oh, all right. I suppose.

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. You know what would be great?

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 think alike. Am I right?