[The movie opens in a library with an open book on famous detective, Sherlock Holmes. A red goon gnome appears.]
Red Goon Gnome: Welcome. You're just in time for our story. An epic detective adventure. Sherlock Holmes, the greatest...
Red Goon Gnome 2: Oh, let's do "Gnomeo and Juliet" instead!
Red Goon Gnome: Yeah, we've already done that.
Red Goon Gnome 3: Hey, hey, I know! "Game of Gnomes!"
Red Goon Gnome 2: Or "The Gnome Ranger."
Red Goon Gnome: 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...
Red Goon Gnome 2: Let's do "The Twilight Gnome."
Red Goon Gnome: No, no!
Red Goon Gnome 3: Or "Spider-Man: Gnomecoming."
Red Goon Gnome 2: Or "Indiana Gnomes."
Red Goon Gnome: No! Because our Sherlock is a garden gnome! He's a garden gnome! Okay?
Red Goon Gnome 3: Oh, well, why didn't you just say that?
Red Goon Gnome: (sighs in exasperation) Prepare for a tale of suspense, intrigue, and mystery.
Red Goon Gnomes 2 and 3: Ooh, mystery.
Red Goon Gnome: Prepare for "Sherlock Gnomes."
[Fade to the Natural History Museum at nighttime, where Sherlock Gnomes and his partner, Dr. Watson, approach.]
Sherlock Gnomes: The final clue, Watson. The kidnapped gnomes are in the museum.
Dr. Watson: And seconds away from being smashed!
Sherlock Gnomes: We shall see about that.
[They both enter the museum, where we see some gnomes stuck on pie filling. Watson runs over to the stuck gnomes while Sherlock walks atop a dinosaur skeleton, wielding a wooden stick.]
Female Gnome 1: Help!
Female Gnome 2: Help.
Sherlock Gnomes: Show yourself, Moriarty!
Male Gnome 1: Help! I'm stuck!
Moriarty: (offscreen) Oh, Sherlock. How can I resist a request like that?
[Then, a small living pie mascot ornament appears on top of a box full of bones.]
Moriarty: 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.
[He drops some bones near the stuck gnomes.]
Sherlock Gnomes: This stops now, Moriarty.
Moriarty: (as he gets out his cellphone on a selfie stick from his body) Oh, be honest, Sherlock. You enjoy our little game as much as I do. (takes a selfie)
Sherlock Gnomes: This is no game. I am the sworn protector of London's garden gnomes.
Moriarty: (puts the phone and stick back in his body) If you are the sworn protector of the city's gnomes, then I am their sworn destroyer!
[He gets out a rolling pin and kicks down a bone, which chips off part of a gnome’s hat.]
Moriarty: And we will keep playing this little game, Sherlock, until I crush every last gnome in London.
Sherlock Gnomes: I'll stop you until the day I die.
Moriarty: Oh, lightbulb moment. What is it? (hops atop the skull) Yeah, today's that day. Come, Sherlock. Come dance with me.
[The two charge at each other and proceed to fight on top of the dinosaur skeleton. Sherlock hits Moriarty in the stomach and Moriarty swings, tripping him. The detective hangs from the skeleton while the villain laughs evilly. Watson gasps in fear. Moriarty swings his rolling pin, but Sherlock grabs and pulls it, sending Moriarty falling. His selfie stick hits a crank, turning it. Moriarty lands painfully on the ground.]
Moriarty: Ow! (looks up) No!
[The skeleton falls apart and rains down.]
Moriarty: Fudge buckets.
[Sherlock was about to fall from the skeleton.]
Dr. Watson: Sherlock!
[He throws Sherlock his cane and the detective presses a button to shoot out a grappling line. Sherlock Gnomes hangs from safety and lowers down as the crowd cheers for him. They walk past Dr. Watson, who has an upset look on his face.]
Sherlock Gnomes: No thanks needed. It is my sworn duty to protect you. No hugs. (to Watson) Oh, Watson.
Dr. Watson: Yes, Sherlock?
Sherlock Gnomes: (hands back his cane) Yours, I believe.
[Watson goes to grab his cane while looking upset. Sherlock looms over the pile of bones with a broken part of Moriarty.]
Sherlock Gnomes: It's over, Watson. With Moriarty gone, London is once again safe for all garden gnomes.
[The fog transitions to London, as we see Mr. Capulet and Ms. Montague moving in to a new house.]
Mr. Capulet: Our new home in London.
Ms. Montague: Oh, doesn't it look lovely?
Mr. Capulet: It's a long way from Stratford-upon-Avon.
Ms. Montague: But a lot closer to the grandkids. And we'll feel better once we get our gnomes in the garden.
[Ms. Montague gets out the gnomes from a box and sets them down on the lawn.]
Ms. Montague: London. A brand new adventure for us, and our star-crossed lovers, Gnomeo and Juliet.
Mr. Capulet: Right. Let's go out and buy an expensive coffee. That's what people do around here.
Ms. Montague: Oh, yes, I've been practicing my order. A skinny triple shot soy latte, extra dry.
Fawn: What a dump! Where's the new garden?
Red Goon Gnomes: This is the new garden, Fawn.
Fawn: Naw, I'm going back in the box.
Lady Bluebury: Girls! Language.
Juliet: I guess it's a fixer-upper?
Gnomeo: Well, I think that it's the most beautiful garden in the world because you're standing in it.
Juliet: Oof, that was super cheesy.
Gnomeo: Aw, seriously? I practiced that line in the car for about 10 minutes.
Juliet: (laughs) It was, like, awful. Oh, I bet there's a pretty good view up there.
Gnomeo: 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.
Lord Redbrick: Juliet, come down this instant, before you fall.
Gnomeo: When is he gonna realize you're the toughest gnome in the garden?
Juliet: Now that was a good line.
Benny: She loves me. She loves me not. She loves me… Oh, hi, Nanette.
Nanette: Ooh, I think someone's got a crush on someone.
Benny: Mmm. Maybe.
Nanette: Oh, well, maybe they have a crush on you back.
Benny: Do you really think so?
Nanette: I don't know. I don't know who it is, do I?
Benny: Oh.
Lady Bluebury: (offscreen) Gather 'round, everyone.
Gnome: Come on, everybody.
Lady Bluebury: 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.
Gnomeo and Juliet: Us?
Paris: Hurray for nepotism. Unbelievable.
Lady Bluebury: 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. (to Lord Redbrick) Come along, dear.
Lord Redbrick: Ooh.
Gnomeo: Look at this place. Isn't it perfect?
Juliet: It's awful.
Gnomeo:Unbelievably awful. But it is ours.
Juliet: Yeah, it's ours. And I'm gonna show this garden who's boss.
Sherlock Gnomes: Hmm. Watson! Look what you've done to the globe.
Dr. Watson: Me? You're the one who kicked it.
Sherlock Gnomes: Because you ducked. The very reason you're wearing padding is so I can kick you.
Dr. Watson: I am not your punching bag!
Sherlock Gnomes: Don't be absurd. Of course you are. Oh, how I miss having a proper enemy.
Dr. Watson: Well, I'm sorry I'm not Moriarty.
Mrs. Udderson: (moos) Sherlock! Watson! Just look at this mess! How many times have I told you? If you want to practice fighting, do it outside!
Dr. Watson: We're sorry, Mrs. Udderson.
Gnome: (running in) Sherlock Gnomes! Sherlock Gnomes!
Dr. Watson: And Dr. W… (the gnome bumps past him) Ooh! Oof!
Sherlock Gnomes: Finally, a new case. What seems to be the trouble?
Gnome: It's my friends. All my friends. The whole garden. They've disappeared. They're all gone!
Dr. Watson: A whole garden?
Sherlock Gnomes: Watson, gnomes are in danger. To the scene of the crime.
News Reporter: (voiceover; on TV) 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…
Woman: (on phone) We have no time for this. Please don't contact us again. (hangs up)
News Reporter: (voiceover; on TV) They're clearly swamped. Some say it's a job for Sherlock Gnomes. Others say it's a slow news day.
Man: (offscreen; yawns) All right, Barbara, time for bed.
Sherlock Gnomes: 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?
Dr. Watson: Yes, there are no footprints.
Sherlock Gnomes: Hmm. Hmm. Someone kidnapped all the gnomes from this backyard without leaving a single footprint.
Benny: (sighs) A gnome can dream.
Nanette: Benny.
Benny: Aye?
Nanette: So, have you talked to the lucky lady yet? Told your mystery crush you adore her?
Benny: Funny you should say that… No.
Nanette: Well, why not? Is she that scary? Is she? I mean, is she?
Benny: She can be.
Mankini: (sighs) La vida buena.
Gnomeo: Don't work too hard, Mankini. You've only been lying there for four days.
Mankini: Sun's out, buns out! I'm okay.
Gnomeo: Hey, we said that we were gonna plant these next to the shed, remember?
Juliet: Yeah, but they look better there.
Gnomeo: Oh, all right. I suppose. Here. Let me help you with that.
Whoa, hey!
I feel sick.
Me, too.
Juliet: This garden is still missing something. Something special.
Gnomeo: Oh, I was just thinking that. Do you know what would be great? Maybe...
Juliet: Something that will tie the whole garden together.
Gnomeo: What about a new centerpiece?
I'm gonna throw up.
Juliet: I've got it. We need a new centerpiece.
Gnomeo: That's exactly what I just said. Never mind, great minds thing alike. Am I right?
Juliet: Oh, there's so much to do. I better get started on it.
Awkward.
Nanette: Don't you worry. I know her. And she was hanging on to your every word. (whispers to the stone bunnies) I think he bought it.
Gnomeo: Ever since we took over the garden, it's like she's not listening to me anymore.
Nanette: Eh? Oh, sorry, I wasn't listening. But I have got an idea. You should do a grand romantic gesture. Something reckless and life-threatening. (gasps) I've got it! Go to the zoo and steal a lion! Then fight the lion in front of Juliet.
Gnomeo: I am not fighting a lion.
Nanette: It doesn't have to be a lion. It could be a tiger. Or an angry penguin. I mean, it's either that or flowers.
Gnomeo: Flowers? That's it. I'll get her our special flower for the centerpiece. Nanette, you're a genius. (to Benny) Oi, Benny, can you give me a hand with something?
Benny Step into my office.
The previous owners left a bunch of amazing electronics in here.
Ta-da!
Um… It was on the computer when I found it.
Gnomeo: Yeah, mate. Yeah, sure it was.
Benny: Right. Image search.
Gnomeo: All right, type in "Cupid's Arrow Orchid".
You just have to hit it. Just click it. Just click the thing! You don't have to type the whole sent... All right.
Benny: Tell me when you see it. Tell me when you see it.
Gnomeo: That's the one! First time we met we was trying to get one of those.
Benny: So, we just need to find a flower shop that sells 'em. Zero-point-eight miles. And looks like there's a massive blue line on the ground you can follow. Isn't that handy?
Gnomeo: Let's do this.
Benny: I'll have eyes and ears on you at all times. All right, mate? Let's go liberate a flower!
Benny: (on com) Tiny Dancer, come in, Tiny Dancer. This is Benny 101 dash brackets the Benlord close brackets exclamation mark smiley-face emoji dollar sign dollar sign.
Gnomeo: (on com) You have got to pick another code name.
Benny: (on com) There's no time.
Gnomeo: (on com) Benny, can you...
Benny: (on com) Benny 101 dash brackets the Benlord close brackets exclamation mark smiley-face emoji dollar sign dollar sign. Yes?
Gnomeo: (on com; sighs) Can you pull up the shop's blueprints and show me the best entry points?
Benny: (on com) Yes, I can. No, I can't.
Gnomeo: (on com) You... (groans) I see a ventilation shaft. Will that get me inside?
Benny: (on com) Ooh. I have no idea. It might. Over.
Gnomeo: (on com) All right. I'm in.
Benny: (on com) Nice work, Tiny Dancer. Ooh, that must be the burglar alarm. What's your plan, Tiny D?
Gnomeo: (on com) Just the usual. Totally wing it, risk life and limb, escape by the skin of my teeth. I call it "pulling a Gnomeo." And, uh, don't call me Tiny D.
Juliet: Gnomeo? Hey, Benny, have you seen Gnomeo?
Benny: No! Well, maybe.
Juliet: Is that Gnomeo? He left the garden? Where is he? What is he doing?
Gnomeo: Oh, no.
Oh, fertilizer.
Next time, remember to have an escape plan. If there is a next time.
Juliet: Hurry.
Sherlock Gnomes: Eight gardens of gnomes vanish into thin air. No clues. Not so much as a single footprint. There is only one ornament evil enough and brilliant enough to pull off such a diabolical scheme. Moriarty.
Dr. Watson: Moriarty? But that's impossible. Moriarty was smashed. We saw it.
Sherlock Gnomes: We can't have seen the complete picture. He's alive.
Dr. Watson: How could he possibly have survived? Anyway, Moriarty always left us a clue, his calling card.
Sherlock Gnomes: Yes. What am I missing? Watson, give me your map.
The gnomes that just moved in... Where do they live?
Dr. Watson: I believe right here.
Sherlock Gnomes: A-ha! Do you see, Watson? Moriarty has left his calling card. "M"! Hurry, Watson! Those gnomes are in terrible danger.
Gnomeo: Juliet! Wait! Stop! I… I... I can explain.
Juliet: What on Earth were you thinking?
Gnomeo: I was getting this! Remember this?
Juliet: You risked getting smashed for some flower?
Gnomeo: Not some flower, our flower. I did this for you.
Juliet: You did this for me? For me? I've got responsibilities. I don't have time for this!
Gnomeo: No, you just don't have time for us.
Juliet: There will be plenty of time for us after I get the garden ready.
Gnomeo: Unbelievable! What do you care more about, the garden or me?
Juliet: Oh. You're being ridiculous!
Gnomeo: That is not an answer.
Juliet: The garden can't wait, and you can!
Benny: (on com) Gnomeo, help! There's something here! It's a... Whoa!
Gnomeo: (on com) Benny! What's going on?
Juliet: Dad!
Gnomeo: Mom!
Juliet: Nanette!
Gnomeo: Benny! (to Juliet) Ju, they're all gone.
Sherlock Gnomes: We're too late.
Dr. Watson: Please step back. This is an active crime scene.
Juliet: Hey! Who are you and what are you doing in our garden?
Dr. Watson: Your garden? Where were the two of you when this happened?
Sherlock Gnomes: Oh... They were having a lovers' quarrel. See how she's facing away from him? She's angry with him. The flower in his hand was intended as a romantic gesture. A desperate act that predictably backfired.
Gnomeo: Oi!
Sherlock Gnomes: Watson. Search the west quadrant. If that fiend is behind this, he will have left his calling card.
Juliet: What's this?
Sherlock Gnomes: Let me see that.
Juliet: Tell me what it is.
Sherlock Gnomes: It's a clue. It will lead us to our next destination. And if you ever want to see your friends and family again, you'll hand it over.
The nine. There is a slight crack in its leg. Hmm. Where have I seen this particular nine before?
Nine, nine, nine, nine…
Nine! (laughs) I've got it! To Chinatown, Watson. The game is afoot.
Gnomeo: Mate, you're going nowhere...
Dr. Watson: Stay here! We're on the case.
Gnomeo: What a complete and total...
Juliet: Get up. We're going after them.
Wait!
Gnomeo: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Juliet: Wait!
Sherlock Gnomes: All ahead full, Watson.
Juliet: No, wait for us!
Hold on!
Gnomeo: Forget them! We can handle this ourselves. Or do the exact opposite. Your call.
Sherlock Gnomes: Keep those tablets coming, Watson.
The water level. It's dropping. Cut the engines!
Juliet: Now tell us what happened to our family.
Sherlock Gnomes: We don't have time for this. Will you please step aside?
Gnomeo: Not until you tell us what's going on.
Sherlock Gnomes: Hmm? Oh. Too late.
Gnomeo: What's too late?
Dr. Watson: Oh, here they come.
Sherlock Gnomes: And now we have a rat problem, thanks to these meddlesome amateurs. If you don't want to get trampled, I suggest you help Watson pull.
Dr. Watson: Come on! Give me a hand.
Juliet: Oh, phew.
Sherlock Gnomes: "Phew"? Young gnome, what exactly do you think those rats were running from?
Juliet: Oh, no.
Sherlock Gnomes: There! That's our way out!
Dr. Watson: Sherlock! Hold on!
Gnomeo: Are you okay?
Juliet: You were saying, uh, something about "meddlesome amateurs"?
Sherlock Gnomes: I stand by that assessment. But if you insist on meddling, perhaps you could supplement Watson's efforts.
Dr. Watson: How thoughtful.
Sherlock Gnomes: What did you say your names were?
Gnomeo: We didn't. I'm Gnomeo.
Juliet: Juliet.
Sherlock Gnomes: I'm Sherlock Gnomes, the world's first consulting detective and sworn protector of London's garden gnomes.
Dr. Watson: And I am...
Sherlock Gnomes: No time for that now, Watson. To the surface! We've not a moment to lose.
Juliet: Look, now we're on the team, how about you tell us what's going on? Starting with this.
Dr. Watson: The "M" stands for Sherlock's archenemy, Moriarty.
Chorus: (sings) Moriarty's pies. The taste that makes you smile. Filled with goobarb syrup. Makes you eat it all the while.
Dr. Watson: (voiceover) Some ornaments are just manufactured evil. And Moriarty, he was the most evil of the lot. For years, Moriarty terrorized the ornamental world...
Moriarty: Oh.
Dr. Watson: (voiceover) Until he met his match in Sherlock Gnomes. Suddenly he had a worthy opponent.
Moriarty: Hmm.
Dr. Watson: (voiceover) And beating Sherlock became his obsession. So Moriarty began to play his terrible game. He would kidnap gnomes... leave a trail of clues as to their location... and challenge us to find them within 24 hours or he'd smash them.
Gnomeo: He's gonna smash our friends and family?
Juliet: So, how do we stop him?
Sherlock Gnomes: We play his game. For now. We follow his trail of clues and find the gnomes.
The 9 with a crack in its leg. Just as I remembered. Curly Fu's Emporium. Let's go 'round the back.
The next clue will be inside.
Dr. Watson: If you recall, the last time we were here it was a bit of a catastrophe.
Sherlock Gnomes: Yes. I have a memory of some slight unpleasantness.
Put these on so we don't get spotted.
Now, just act natural.
Gnomeo: I think that suits you.
Juliet: (shushes) Focus.
Sherlock Gnomes: There, you see. We're blending in perfectly.
Dr. Watson: I'm fairly sure we've been spotted.
Salt-Shaker: Her Highness, the Grand Empress dowager Pom-Pom! (imitates trumpet fanfare)
Empress Pom-Pom remembers you, Sherlock Gnomes.
Sherlock Gnomes: Oh, good, good.
Salt-Shaker: Not fondly.
Sherlock Gnomes: Ah. Well, that's less good, isn't it?
Dr. Watson: I see you got the orchid I sent to apologize for our last encounter.
Salt-Shaker: A gracious gift. But you are not the one who offended the Empress. Sherlock is. As such, I'm afraid I must ask you all to leave. Shake it, shake it, shake it. Out, out, out!
Dr. Watson: He's very sorry. Tell her how sorry you are.
Sherlock Gnomes: I'm sorry that I wasted my time solving your case.
Dr. Watson: Now, technically, that was an apology.
Sherlock Gnomes: Dozens of gnomes are in danger, so would you kindly step aside and let me continue my investigation?
Salt-Shaker: No.
Juliet: Please. We just need to take a look around. It's very important. Wait, wait, wait. Let me explain.
Gnomeo: Wait. I'm warning you. Back off!
Salt-Shaker: Guards!
Sherlock Gnomes: Watson, you'll have to fend them off. I'm going clue hunting.
Dr. Watson: Right. Here we go again.
Juliet: You help Watson, I'll help Sherlock.
Gnomeo: Huh? Oh, great.
Juliet: You can handle it.
Gnomeo: I was always more of a dog person, anyway.
Juliet: What are you looking for?
Sherlock Gnomes: An assistant who asks fewer questions!
Juliet: Are you always this rude?
Sherlock Gnomes: That's a question. A-ha! That should not be here. A clock is a terribly offensive gift in Chinese culture.
How cryptic. (sniffs) Ooh. Classic Moriarty.
Juliet: A plane?
Sherlock Gnomes: "NV."
Juliet: Is that the clue?
Sherlock Gnomes: All part of Moriarty's game. Curious. A different pattern.
Juliet: What's that supposed to mean? Let me see that.
Sherlock Gnomes: Miss Juliet, you must trust me. My methods may be unconventional, but I will find your family and friends.
Um, we should go.
Other way!
Suction cups.
Paper lanterns. That might work.
Dr. Watson: Gnomeo!
Sherlock Gnomes: This way. Hurry up.
Watson, that lamp across the street.
Put these on. Follow me! Quickly now.
You may want to go faster.
Gnomeo: Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the tip.
Dr. Watson: Come on!
Sherlock Gnomes: Come on! Bring your lanterns.
Get ready with those suction cups. On my mark.
Juliet: Wait, what are we doing?
Sherlock Gnomes: Jumping, of course.
Juliet: Have you solved the clue? Where are we going next?
Sherlock Gnomes: I'll explain later. Right now, just hold on.
We'll have to jump onto that tree!
Dr. Watson: The Natural History Museum. The site of our last showdown with Moriarty. Of course! That's where the clue is leading us.
Sherlock Gnomes: Oh, don't be absurd. Moriarty would never choose such an obvious location.
Gnomeo: All right, smart guy. What's your plan?
Sherlock Gnomes: Well, if you must know, we are going to the De Jong Modern Art Gallery. I haven't cracked the latest clue yet, and the art helps me ruminate.
Gnomeo: That's your plan? Art and thinking? The museum's right there. Let's just go check it out. Mate, think about it. You beat this guy in the museum, right? And now he wants revenge. Don't you get it? He's waiting for you at the museum, he wants a rematch. Plus, we can get in right there. Are you...? Is he even listening to me? He's not listening. Look.
Sherlock Gnomes: Oh, good, you stopped talking. Now we can go to the gallery.
Gnomeo: You know what? Good luck with that. We're going to the museum.
Juliet: Let's just go to the gallery.
Gnomeo: Are you serious? You're seriously choosing him over me?
Juliet: I'm not choosing anyone. Sherlock knows this Moriarty guy and you don't.
Gnomeo: We're supposed to be a team. Gnomeo and Juliet, remember?
Juliet: We are a team.
Gnomeo: Well, it doesn't feel like it. It hasn't felt like it since we moved here.
Juliet: Oh, Gnomeo.
Gnomeo: Are you with me or not?
Juliet: Don't do this.
Gnomeo: And there it is.
Sherlock Gnomes: Good. Now we can go to the gallery.
Dr. Watson: Should we go after him?
Sherlock Gnomes: No! No, we should not. But you may.
Dr. Watson: Oh, Sherlock Gnomes. (to Juliet) Don't worry. I'll get him back.
(calling out) Gnomeo! Gnomeo? Oh, don't make me say it. Wherefore art thou, Gnomeo?
Gnomeo: You all right, mate?
Dr. Watson: Oh! Cheese and crackers!
Gnomeo: Oh, it's just you, then.
Dr. Watson: We were hoping you'd join us at the gallery.
Gnomeo: Not gonna happen, mate. We are right about the museum. Let's show 'em.
Sherlock Gnomes: Why do you keep looking back? He just severed your partnership.
Juliet: We didn't break up. It was just a fight.
Sherlock Gnomes: Hmm.
Juliet: What exactly does "Hmm" mean?
Sherlock Gnomes: It means you were young and in love, but your new garden duties were too much for a young couple to handle. Likelihood of a breakup, 99%.
Juliet: Ninety-nine percent?
Sherlock Gnomes: I rounded down.
Juliet: Look, you just focus on finding my friends and family. Gnomeo and I will be fine.
Juliet: Did you see that?
Sherlock Gnomes: No footprints. Of course. Oh, no. Quickly.
Dr. Watson: Look, I know you're angry. How would you feel?
Gnomeo: It's like she doesn't even care about me!
Dr. Watson: A partner who takes you for granted. Can't think of what that's like.
Gnomeo: I don't know how you put up with that gnome.
Dr. Watson: And if we had six months, I'd list all his faults. But despite them, he is a brilliant detective. We all have our good and bad sides. Sherlock, Miss Juliet... me.
Gnomeo: (sighs) Do you know what, mate? You're right. I shouldn't have left her. I need to go back. I need to make this right.
Gnomeo: What is that?
Reggie: I'm a gargoyle, mate! Also, your worst nightmare! Come here!
Go on. Run.
You're never gonna get away on those stubby little legs!
Dr. Watson: Up there!
Gnomeo: Oi, ugly! Over here! (to Watson) Go!
Reggie: Ugly, am I? Gotcha.
Gnomeo: Do you know up close you're actually quite handsome?
Sherlock Gnomes: Now. Let's go.
Juliet: (gasps) Gnomeo!
Dr. Watson: Ah!
Sherlock Gnomes: Watson.
Juliet: No.
Sherlock Gnomes: Come along, Miss Juliet. We must keep going. All those gnomes are depending on us.
Juliet: Sherlock, I don't know what to say. I can't imagine what you're feeling.
Sherlock Gnomes: This is the darkest day of my career. I cannot believe that Moriarty is working with gargoyles!
Juliet: Wait, what?
Sherlock Gnomes: As soon as this case is over, I must retrieve Watson's map.
Juliet: That's what you care about? Gargoyles and some stupid map?
Sherlock Gnomes: It's one of a kind. In the wrong hands...
Juliet: Gnomeo got taken. He is gone! And Watson just got smashed. Why aren't you sad or angry?
Sherlock Gnomes: Sadness and anger will not help me save one single gnome. Emotion is the enemy of logic.
Juliet: That is not an answer.
Sherlock Gnomes: The case can't wait. You can.
Juliet: (sadly) Oh, Gnomeo.
Reggie: Oi! Ronnie! This one's a handful.
Ronnie: What, I got to babysit? And you get to do all the creeping and the kidnapping and fun stuff? Two words, Reggie: un... fair.
Reggie: The boss likes me more than he likes you. I can't help that.
Gnomeo: Let me out, you big...
Mankini: Yay! Yay!
Lady Bluebury: Gnomeo.
Gnomeo: Mum!
Lady Bluebury: Oh, thank goodness. Did those awful monsters hurt you?
Gnomeo: Mum, I'm fine. I'm fine.
Lord Redbrick: Juliet's not with you. Where is she? Is she okay?
Gnomeo: I don't know. She's still out there. We split up and I need to get back to her.
Nanette: She dumped you. I knew it! I don't know why you thought you could fix things with a grand romantic gesture. That is just dumb. Talk about pulling a Gnomeo!
Gnomeo: Well, she didn't dump me, no thanks to you. And wait. "Pulling a Gnomeo" means doing something cool.
Nanette: Oh, yeah. Right. That's totally how we all use that phrase.
Gnomeo: What's going on here?
Fawn: Apparently, gnomes were going missing. These guys got a bit worried about us. So they brought us here for safekeeping.
Mankini: And they're gonna take us home after this Fireworks Night thingy.
Paris: Yeah, they even promised us a "big surprise". And they did that when they said it, which I thought seemed a bit ominous. Like we weren't gonna get a big surprise... or if we do, it's gonna be something unspeakably horrific. But it might just be balloons.
Gnomeo: Oh, that's great, guys. You go have fun.
Mankini: Hola, Gnomeo.
Gnomeo: We're in trouble.
Lady Bluebury: We know, dear. We didn't want to worry the others.
Lord Redbrick: How bad is it?
Gnomeo: This guy Moriarty, he's gonna smash us all tomorrow night.
Big Ears Gnome: We're going to be smashed? This guy said we're all going to be smashed tomorrow!
Female Gnome: Smashed?
Fawn: Well, that's not a very good surprise.
Ronnie: Quiet down, now. You're giving me a headache. And I'm not very nice with a headache.
Sherlock Gnomes: Come on. Miss Juliet, I've got it! I've cracked...
Janitor: Oh. Ah. Hmm.
Sherlock Gnomes: ...cracked the clue. I believe I've cracked the clue. Oh, right up the back of my nose. The circle on the toy plane is a symbol used by the Royal Air Force. And the squadron code "NV" said quickly form the word "envy," as in "green with envy." Which gives us "royal" and "green". The plane itself is the last piece of the puzzle... for the planatus tree, or "plane tree", is the most common tree in Royal Green Park! It's nearly 9:00. We're running out of time to save those gnomes.
Juliet: Sherlock, it's broad daylight. How are we supposed to get around a park without anyone seeing us?
Sherlock Gnomes: Ah, fear not. I am not just a master of deduction. I am also a master of disguise. (stifles a sneeze) Sorry.
Come on, let's go. Left, right. Left, right. Now scurry. Stop!
Ooh.
Careful. Now wag your tail. Go on, wag it. Quickly. Wag it!
Juliet: Just when I think you couldn't get more annoying.
Sherlock Gnomes: Oh, that is the least realistic tail-wagging I have ever seen.
Juliet: Oh, forgive me. I've never been the back end of a squirrel before.
Sherlock Gnomes: You should have told me that before I took you on as my assistant.
Juliet: I'm not your...
Sherlock Gnomes: (shushes) Do you hear that?
Hmm. That's not a bird. That's the call of the Peruvian snapping turtle.
Hmm. Where is it?
A-ha! The Peruvian snapping turtle is famous for burying its eggs. He must have buried the clue. Oh. It's been dug up by...
Oh.
Don't move.
Juliet: It's just a dog.
Sherlock Gnomes: That is no mere dog. That, my dear, is the hound owned by the Baskervilles. And, in this very park, that very hound bit me!
Juliet: And I'm siding with the dog here.
Sherlock Gnomes: First Chinatown, now this fleabag. This is no coincidence.
Careful. The clue is stuck to a squeaky toy.
Easy does it. Gently.
Got it.
Quietly now. And whatever you do, don't...
Oh.
Good doggy! Good doggy!
This way!
Juliet: No, this way.
Now hold on tight.
Oh!
Ooh! Let go! Who's a good doggy?
Juliet: Just grab the clue!
Sherlock Gnomes: Got it! Uh-oh.
(sighs) There. That wasn't so... Bad!
Miss Juliet, for future reference, that's not how a squirrel wags its tail. This is. (wags his butt) Do you see what I'm doing? See? Do you see?
Juliet: Yes, you're acting like a rear end. Can we check out the clue?
Sherlock Gnomes: (gasps) Of course this would be next. Moriarty, you monster! Forcing me to face my greatest fears!
Juliet: A button? Really?
Sherlock Gnomes: Very well. If he wants to dance, then dance we shall. Hmm?
Gnomeo: Right. He's asleep. There must be a way out of here.
Lady Bluebury: The door is locked, so the only way out is the skylight. But there's no way to get up there.
Gnomeo: There has to be. I'm gonna do whatever it takes to get us out and back to Juliet. I've got an idea. I just need a...
Oh, good boy, Shroom.
All right. I could scale those bricks, use the Goons to swing to the beam, tightrope walk across it, reach the skylight, get around the door, open it from the other side and lead everyone to...
Nanette: FREEDOM!!!
Gnomeo: Yeah, thanks, Nanette.
Lord Redbrick: If you're going to escape, we'll create a distraction.
Ronnie: What's going on? Ooh. He looks like a fairy-tale princess. I like fairy tales. Don't tell Reggie.
Lady Bluebury: I believe we've just found our distraction.
Benny: What?
Sherlock Gnomes: The button belongs to my most formidable rival, the boss of the scariest dive in London.
Juliet: The Doll Museum?
Sherlock Gnomes: The Doll Museum!
Sherlock Gnomes: Gregson.
Teddy Gregson: You sure you want to come in here?
Sherlock Gnomes: I need to speak to your boss.
Teddy Gregson: Your funeral.
Juliet: Yikes! Is that the boss?
Sherlock Gnomes: Not him. Nope, not him. Her.
Irene: Sherlock Gnomes.
Big Boy Gorilla: Oh, my favorite arm.
Irene: You got a lot of nerve showing your face around here.
Sherlock Gnomes: Hello, Irene. Well… you're looking... well.
Irene: A letter! You ended our engagement in a letter.
Juliet: You two were engaged?
Irene: And now, after months of silence, you show up with this cheap porcelain thing?
Juliet: I beg your pardon!
Sherlock Gnomes: She's just my assistant.
Juliet: Oh, I am not your assistant.
Irene: Better get your stories straight.
Sherlock Gnomes: Irene, this is important. This is one of yours, isn't it?
Irene: I don't know, Sherlock. There's an awful lot of buttons in this city.
Sherlock Gnomes: Irene, please, just hand over the clue.
Irene: Of course. You're only here on work. But your case can wait. It's showtime. See if you can deduce who this song is about. Hmm.
Irene: (sings) Do I look like I need you? I'm super deluxe, new improved. Better shape, better off. Stronger than I ever was. Whispers tell a lie. Starts a rumor, makes you cry. It's out there poster size. It's no secret you're no prize I'd never, ever take you back. I'd walk on fire and broken glass. It's sister time I'm here to say I never really liked you. I never really liked you anyway! You know you're not messing with me You know, you know, you're not messing with me. You know you're not messing with me You know, you know, you're not messing with me. Get on out. It's no man's land. Gonna set you straight. Gotta understand I'm the queen bee because I'm stronger than I ever... Stronger than I ever was! You know you're not messing with me. You know, you know, you're not messing with me. No, no. You know you're not messing with me. You know, you know, you're not messing with me. I'd never, ever rake you back. I'd walk on fire and broken glass. It's sister time. I'm here to say I never really liked you. I never really liked you anyway!
Sherlock Gnomes: Well, that was rather unpleasant.
Juliet: Really? I thought she made some good points.
Sherlock Gnomes: Irene will need at least one hour to cool down.
Juliet: We don't have an hour. Gnomeo is still out there. (knocks on the door) Listen up, doll! You've got something I need, and I'm not leaving here without it.
Sherlock Gnomes: Are you insane? You cannot provoke Irene like that. There's no telling what she'll... Ooh!
Teddy Gregson: (to Juliet) You can come in. (to Sherlock) You can't.
Sherlock Gnomes: Oh.
[Inside, Juliet meets with Irene.]
Irene: Oh, hello. I thought garden gnomes were all overweight and bearded. But you're actually… (as Juliet sits down) cute. Hardly any facial hair at all. Would you like some tea?
Juliet: Uh, no, thank you. I just want...
Irene: I've often wondered what it's like to be a gnome. I mean, wearing the same red dress every day would be like a fashion prison for me. And living outdoors must be awful! Standing outside in the rain and the freezing cold. Like a dog.
Juliet: Uh, I don't really have time for this. My family are in danger. Please just hand over the clue.
Irene: Work, work, work. Now I see why Sherlock chose you.
Juliet: Sherlock didn't "choose" me.
Irene: And he never will. With Sherlock, work always comes first. There's always another case to crack, another mystery to solve, another backyard of gnomes to rescue.
Juliet: You don't understand.
Irene: Oh, I understand perfectly.
Juliet: Enough! I don't care about Sherlock! He is the single most annoying gnome I've ever met. I wouldn't date Sherlock if he were the last gnome on earth. I already have a partner, and he's nothing like Sherlock. Gnomeo is reckless and emotional. And he doesn't treat me like an assistant. He treats me like I'm… the toughest gnome in the garden. He believes in me. He loves me with all his heart. And if you asked him to choose between me and work, or anything really… he'd choose me. Every time.
Irene: Hmm. A man doesn't make you strong.
Juliet: You're right, a man doesn't make you strong. But the right partner can make you stronger. But I've let mine down. And now I need to make it right.
Irene: All right. I'll give you what you want. But only on two conditions. First, you tell Sherlock this had absolutely nothing to do with him.
Juliet: And second?
Irene: After you save the day, you come back and tell me all about it.
[She hands her the card.]
Juliet: Well, you got a deal.
Sherlock Gnomes: Hmm. "You already know it's all about you. So what is the pattern in the final clue?" The patterns. Where are they leading us? I've got it! Traitors' Gate at the Tower of London, where Watson and I solved our first case. But it's on the other side of the city, and we're running out of time!
Juliet: Let's go!
Paris: Ladies and gentle-monsters.
Ronnie: What's going on? What are you guys doing? What's happening?
Gnomeo: All right, let's do this.
Paris: The Royal Gnome Theater Company proudly presents The Princess and the Frog.
Ronnie: Move out of the way. Let me see.
Benny: Hello! Princess Benny is here!
Ronnie: (gasps) I love fairy tales.
Paris: Written and directed by me. Stage design by me. Lighting by...
Lord Redbrick: Keep going.
Paris: Once upon a time, a beautiful princess tiptoed through the forest, when she came across a prince who had been cursed by an evil witch.
Nanette: Oh, alas! Cursed am I! Transformed into a frog. Wait a second. What is wrong with being a frog?
Paris: Oi, Meryl Streep, just read the lines.
Nanette: This is so frogist. What can lift this terrible spell?
Nanette: You can tell a frog didn't write this.
Paris: Actors. Honestly. The only way to break the curse was with a kiss.
Ronnie: Ooh, great, they're gonna kiss.
Benny: Oh, no, I can't.
Ronnie: Kiss the frog! Kiss the frog!
Nanette: Why can't you kiss me?
Benny: Because if you love someone, you only want to kiss them if they want to kiss you back.
Nanette: But this isn't the girl you love. It's just me! Me!
Ronnie: Go on! Kiss the frog!
Nanette: It's just me. Me! Me, me, me! Me! Wait. Oh!
Ronnie: Kiss the frog! Huh? What was that?
Lord Redbrick: Just then, a very handsome suitor arrived.
Ronnie: Who are you?
Mankini: I am Captain Love, AKA The Love Machine, AKA Baron Von Kissy-Kissy. Bunnies, give me a beat. Watch these moves! Whoo! Come on, bunnies! Let's party! Dance with me!
Ronnie: All right.
Mankini: And whatever you do, don't look behind you.
Gnomeo: Yes. Oh, no!
Mankini: Whoo! Party time!
Reggie: Ronnie, what is going on?
Ronnie: They're putting on a show.
Reggie: Showtime's over. Bag them up! Boss says it's time for their big surprise.
Sherlock Gnomes: We're too late.
Juliet: Where are the gnomes?
Sherlock Gnomes: Show yourself, Moriarty!
Dr. Watson: No, Sherlock. Not Moriarty.
Juliet: Watson?
Sherlock Gnomes: But that's impossible.
Dr. Watson: Not impossible. Merely improbable. It wasn't an M. It was a W, for Watson. But I knew you'd miss that. Because it had to do with me. This was my game.
Juliet: But we saw you fall! We saw you get smashed!
Dr. Watson: No. You heard me get smashed. I caught myself before I landed. As for the sound you heard… just a flowerpot.
Juliet: What have you done with the gnomes? What have you done with Gnomeo?
Dr. Watson: They're all fine. They're right behind that door. (to Juliet) Miss Juliet, I am sorry I had to involve your garden. But this was the only way to get through to Sherlock.
Sherlock Gnomes: You did all this? But why?
Dr. Watson: Because we used to be a team. Sherlock and Watson, friends, partners in crime-solving. But over time, you stopped respecting me. The only ornament you respected was Moriarty. There was only one way I could prove myself to you. I had to pretend to be Moriarty. I orchestrated this game. I challenged you to a battle of wits.
Sherlock Gnomes: And you won. You beat me.
Dr. Watson: That's all I wanted to hear. And now you and I are finished. Maybe you'll treat your next partner a little better.
Juliet: Yeah, when you two have quite finished, can we please free the gnomes now?
Dr. Watson: Of course. With my apologies. Since my friends live here at Traitors' Gate, this was the best place to ensure the gnomes would be safe. I designed the room to be as pleasant as possible. They've even got mini-golf.
Juliet: Gnomeo! Dad! Nanette! Where are they?
Ronnie: Not here. Never were.
Dr. Watson: What do you mean? What's going on?
Reggie: Why don't you enlighten our small friend?
Ronnie: Here's the thing, mate. We, we don't actually work for you.
Dr. Watson: What are you talking about? Get off me.
Juliet: Sherlock! Do something!
Reggie: (laughs) Look at you.
Reggie: What a loser.
Juliet: No. No! You can't do this.
Juliet: What's happening? Where are they taking us?
Dr. Watson: I don't know. The gnomes, they were supposed to be there!
Juliet: Sherlock. Sherlock!
Dr. Watson: For goodness sake, will you please just say something?
Sherlock Gnomes: Limestone.
Juliet: He meant say something useful.
Sherlock Gnomes: I just did. The substance on my shoe, it's limestone. The gargoyles lied. They are not from Traitors' Gate. So, if we can deduce where they're really from...
Juliet: (gasps) We'll find the gnomes.
Sherlock Gnomes: That's why I kicked him. To see quite literally what he was made of. The gargoyles also reeked of salt. Here, taste my shoe.
Juliet: No. Just keep going.
Sherlock Gnomes: So the gargoyles must live close to water. Now, place your hands on this wall. Do you feel that? That is the steady thrum of a marine propulsion engine, meaning...
Dr. Watson: We're on a ship.
Sherlock Gnomes: The HMS Nimrod, to be precise. We've just set sail, headed east, directly towards a structure which is both on the water and protected by limestone gargoyles. Tower Bridge! The gnomes must be hidden inside. (gasps) Oh, no. Now I understand why he put us on this ship.
Dr. Watson: Wait. What? Who put us on this ship?
Dr. Watson: That's impossible. He was smashed. I saw it.
Moriarty: Surprise, Sherlock! Sorry to not be in touch. I was pretending to be dead. Oh, also, I hate you.
Sherlock Gnomes: Moriarty, how awful to see you.
Moriarty: So how have I been? I've been just peachy! Took up fishing. Gave up fishing. It's really boring. But I did plot your destruction with the help of my friends here. Of course, they were actually working for me! I mean, I came up with the Sistine Chapel of evil plans. It's got a double-cross, it's got a triple-cross, I was smashed, he was smashed. I mean, to be fair, it is needlessly complicated, but that's what supervillains do!
Dr. Watson: I know you like it when you think I don't understand, but this time I really don't understand. What happened at the Natural History Museum?
Moriarty: Well, now, that's a funny story. You thought I was deaded. But I've always been a lucky pie, and that was my luckiest day ever. Not only did I not get squished, in that moment I saw how I could finally bring you down, Sherlock.
Sherlock Gnomes: Yours, I believe.
Moriarty: I saw how you treated Watson. Poor old miserabubble Watson. He looked so sad. So I thought, I'll use that. I sent the gargoyles to you, Watson, and they let you think you were in charge. As if! You know what your problem is, Watson? You're too nice, too trusting. Too... ugh. Never trust a gargoyle or prunes past their sell-by date. While you were playing at supervillains, I saw your map. And then I could carry out the real plan, my plan! Capturing every single gnome in London.
Moriarty: (on video) Selfie time!
Juliet: Oh, no.
Moriarty: Oh, yes! They didn't have to be glued down in a giant M, but it's the little touches that make a plan really evil, you know?
Juliet: He's not there.
Moriarty: Can you guess what happens next? Here, I'll show you. Screen share, screen share. How do I screen... This is where we stored the kidnapped gnomes on the bridge. Then we brought them to this room here, for the main event. And when your warship arrives, the bridge will rise up and the 500-ton counterweight will fall, crushing the gnomes, making you the very instrument of their demise. Yes, you, Sherlock, will be the unwitting executioner of every single gnome in London. So, how do I get out of screen share? How do I get out of... Oh, a-ha! Oh, Sherlock, I can see all the cogs turning in there, trying to work out how to stop me. But it's too late. Your pretty boat is nearly here. (sings in the tune of his jingle) The bridge will open, smashing all the gnomes. And what will you do, Sherlock, when all the gnomes are gone? (speaks) I don't know. You tell me. So the game is not afoot, or a hand, or a leg. It's just over. And you lose. Bye!
Sherlock Gnomes: So, Watson, on a scale of 1 to 10, how well do you think this is going?
Dr. Watson: I never meant for any gnome to get hurt. You know that.
Juliet: Hey, knock it off, both of you. Watson screwed up, but you did, too.
Sherlock Gnomes: What did I do?
Juliet: The same thing I did. We took our best friends for granted, we stopped listening. We stopped giving them the respect they deserve. They were the last thing we were thinking about, and they should have been the first.
Sherlock Gnomes: I suppose somewhere within that haystack of emotional twaddle there may lie a thin needle of truth.
Dr. Watson: One last case.
Sherlock Gnomes: One last case.
Juliet: Good. Now let's get off this ship and save those gnomes.
Let's go.
It's all clear.
Follow me.
Sherlock Gnomes: We need that soap.
Dr. Watson: Of course, to unstick the gnomes from the pie filling.
Sherlock Gnomes: Perfect deduction, Watson. Now we need to find a way to get to Tower Bridge.
Hmm.
I'll drive.
Uh, Miss Juliet, maybe we should slow down!
What are we doing up here?
Shouldn't we be saving the gnomes?
The only way to save the gnomes is to find a way to stop the bridge from opening.
Clear the bridge. Clear the bridge.
All pedestrians behind the barriers.
HMS Nimrod, this is Tower Bridge.
Commencing your
20:43 bridge lift.
Gnomeo: We got to make them think there's still people on the bridge. Now, can you guys handle that?
Oh, absolutely, definitely.
Positively. Piece of cake.
Gnomeo: Yes! I'm off to go and help the others.
So, uh, what are we doing?
I don't know.
We got to do something.
Well, we are on a river.
Five, six, seven, eight!
Bloomin' heck! There's still people on the bridge.
Nimrod, stop your approach. There are some people on the bridge... Riverdancing!
Moriarty: Sherlock! (groans) And this is why you don't make the gloating phone call until after all the gnomes are smashed. Can you be a lamb and get me a weapon? Something lethal but... oh, oh, fun!
Sherlock Gnomes: Look! Someone must have stopped the bridge!
Juliet: (gasps) Gnomeo.
Gnomeo: "Move to the city," they said. "It'll be fun," they said.
Moriarty: Sherlock! Surely you didn't think it would be that easy... Who... Who the heck are you?
Gnomeo: I'm the gnome that's gonna...
Moriarty: No! This is my show! I do the one-liners. You don't get one-liners. It seems we have a party crasher. Would you two show him the door?
Reggie: It'll be our pleasure, guvnor. (laughs evilly) This is too easy.
Ronnie: He's mine.
Reggie: No, he's mine.
Wait. What are you doing?
Gnomeo: Jumping, of course.
Juliet: Gotcha. Oh, Gnomeo, I'm so sorry. I thought I'd lost you.
Gnomeo: That's never gonna happen.
Dr. Watson: Look!
Sherlock Gnomes: Ah, yes. Not good. Would you mind taking care of them so we can save the gnomes?
Juliet: Leave it with us. Good luck.
Gnomeo: Fertilizer face! Remember me?
Reggie: Come here, pipsqueak! Wait till I get hold of you!
Moriarty: (sings) My name is Moriarty. You like to eat my pies.
Sherlock Gnomes: I'll draw his fire, you rescue the gnomes.
Dr. Watson: You trust me to save the gnomes?
Sherlock Gnomes: Well, of course. You're Watson.
Dr. Watson: Hmm.
Moriarty: Ah! Oh, Sherlock! Surely you didn't think it would be that easy to... You know what? It doesn't feel organic anymore. Look, I'm just gonna smash you.
Sherlock Gnomes: Ha! A miss! The first of many.
Moriarty: Oh, it's my favorite bit. The chase. Ready or not, here I come!
Dr. Watson: Cheese and crackers!
Berry: Look! It's that guy that hangs around with Sherlock.
Dr. Watson: Yes, I'm the guy that hangs around with Sherlock. And I'm here to get you out. Here we go.
Fawn: Oi! Why is he pouring soap on us?
Paris: I don't know. Still, we'll smell nice.
Lady Bluebury: He's trying to get us loose.
Dr. Watson: Everyone, get ready to move.
Everyone, link arms and pull!
Mankini: Foam party!
Moriarty: It pains me to do this, Sherlock.
Sherlock Gnomes: No one is forcing you, Moriarty.
Moriarty: You're the only one who gets me. And I know you feel the same way about me
Sherlock Gnomes: Not true!
Moriarty: Ow! I know you, Sherlock. Because I know me. We are the same. (sings) You are the sun, and I am the moon!
Sherlock Gnomes: Those aren't the same.
Moriarty: They're both round things that… You know what I mean.
Reggie: They've got to be 'round here somewhere.
Ronnie: There!
Reggie: Don't just stand there! Get her! She's trapped. Oh, dear. You've got nowhere else to go, twinkletoes.
Juliet: Now!
What was that? Stevenson, point the searchlight at the bridge.
Reggie: The humans! They've seen us! Freeze!
[They freeze up in place.]
Reggie: This is your fault.
Ronnie: No, it's your fault!
[The two frozen gargoyles fall into the water below.]
Gnomeo: Two garden gnomes versus two giant stone gargoyles.
Juliet: Hey, we're Gnomeo and Juliet. They didn't stand a chance.
Oh, you've got to be kidding me. False alarm, Nimrod. Someone had stuck three garden gnomes on the... Looked like they were dancing. It doesn't matter. Stand by for bridge reopening.
Oh, no.
Yeah, we didn't even get to do our big finale.
Nimrod, recommencing bridge opening now.
Benny: Don't worry, I'll get you out of here.
Nanette: Oh, my hero.
Benny: Be brave, my love. Be brave!
Dr. Watson: This way! The door's here! Come on, quickly now!
Berry: Help! Help! I'm stuck!
Dr. Watson: Well, of course it would be that guy.
Berry: Whoa! Keep me level!
Lord Redbrick: Come on, this way. Out, everybody.
Berry: Yay! Thank you, Dr. Watson.
Female Gnome: Thank you, Dr. Watson.
Female Gnome 2: You're my hero, Dr. Watson.
Moriarty: I don't need you, Sherlock. I've got lots of people who want me as an archenemy. They're queuing up!
Ow!
I'm popular and bubbly. I'm a pie about town.
Sherlock Gnomes: You know, you're very needy for a villain.
Moriarty: The bridge is up. The gnomes are smashed. And I guess this is the end of our little story, Sherlock.
Sherlock Gnomes: Come now, Moriarty. I think there's one more twist in the tale.
Moriarty: Huh? No!
Dr. Watson: You're past your sell-by date, Moriarty.
Moriarty: You saved them? My life's work ruined! The Sistine Chapel of evil plans and you just spray-painted a cartoon cat all over it! Well, then, sir, my hat's off to you. Literally.
Sherlock Gnomes: No!
Dr. Watson: Brace yourselves!
Moriarty: Oh, Sherlock. You look tired. Why don't you have a little lie-down while I go chat to your friends? Yeah. Back in a sec. Whoo!
Dr. Watson: And lift! Again!
Juliet: Watson, behind you!
Moriarty: Hello!
Moriarty: (laughs evilly) Poor old miserabubble Watson. Okay, bye-bye!
Sherlock Gnomes: No, Moriarty. Please.
Moriarty: Oh, give it up, Sherlock. What you gonna do? Depress me to death?
Sherlock Gnomes: This is where our story ends. Come, Moriarty. Come dance with me.
Moriarty: Oh, big hairy bums!
Dr. Watson: (in slow motion) Sherlock!
Moriarty: Ow!
[He lands in the river and resurfaces.]
Moriarty: Sherlock Gnomes, I shall… (sputters in disgust) This water is disgusting. Oh, it's going in my mouth! It's going in my mouth! (accidentally tosses out his phone and selfie stick) Oh, no, my phone!
[They both sink into the water below while Moriarty floats away. Cut to the group, Watson is surprised at Sherlock's noble act.]
Dr. Watson: You'd give your life for me?
Sherlock Gnomes: Of course.
Dr. Watson: Because you're the sworn protector of London's garden gnomes.
Sherlock Gnomes: No. Because we are the sworn protectors of London's garden gnomes. Watson and Sherlock, partners and friends. And I promise to treat my partner a lot better. That is, of course, if you'll have me back.
Dr. Watson: Watson and Sherlock. I rather like the sound of that.
[The two shake hands, reconciling their friendship. Everybody cheers for them, Gnomeo, and Juliet while fireworks explode in the sky. Cut to Nanette and Benny.]
Nanette: So, Benny, you know how you said you only want to kiss someone if they want to kiss you back?
Benny: Uh...
Nanette: Well, now is that time.
[She leans in, and Benny grabs her to kiss her on the lips.]
Nanette: Where did you learn to kiss like that?
Benny: The Internet.
[Cut to Gnomeo and Juliet.]
Gnomeo: Not bad for our first week in London.
Juliet: Well, you're the one who wanted an adventure.
Gnomeo: Yeah, with you. Always with you.
[The scene transitions to the following morning.]
Lady Bluebury: What a perfect spring day. The garden looks absolutely glorious.
Lord Redbrick: It truly does. Juliet, I am so proud of you.
Juliet: Thanks, Dad.
[She hugs her father. Irene and her crew also join the crowd.]
Irene: (fondly; to Watson) Watson! (frowns; to Sherlock) Oh, Sherlock. I didn't even see you there.
Sherlock Gnomes: (chuckles) Yes. I suppose I deserve that.
[Cut to two Maneki-nekos in the crowd.]
Red Maneki-neko: (translated) "This is nice."
Black Maneki-neko: (translated) "Yes.... When do we attack?"
[The red one shoots a look at his fellow.]
Lady Bluebury: On this day, the first day of spring, we are here to celebrate our new leaders, Gnomeo and Juliet.
[Benny walks over and hands Juliet a cupid’s arrow orchid as the crowd cheers.]
Gnomeo: (gasps) Is this what I think it is?
Juliet: A Cupid's Arrow Orchid. Our flower.
[They plant the flower on the ground together.]
Gnomeo: So I guess this is officially our garden now.
Juliet: It is. And I'll never forget the most important thing in this garden is you.
Gnomeo: Ooh, that was super cheesy.
Juliet: No, it was extremely romantic.
Gnomeo: Grade-A cheddar.
Juliet: Will you shut up and kiss me?
[They kiss and everybody cheers. Benny cries next to Nanette. Berry cheers proudly for Gnomeo and Juliet.]
Berry: Yay! Yay!
[He gets off his toilet while celebrating, shocking the crowd.]
Berry: What?
[On Sherlock and Watson…]
Sherlock Gnomes: Watson, do you see how they look at one another? Recalculating likelihood of breakup at zero percent. Could that possibly be right?
Dr. Watson: Elementary, my dear Sherlock. Elementary.
[Sherlock nods and the two head out as the scene fades to black. Roll credits. After the credits, the gnomes form together to make the shape of Sherlock Gnomes. Moriarty blows raspberries and laughs at him until the shape slams his magnifying glass down on the villain.]
Moriarty: Ow! I hate you, Sherlock Gnomes.
[Fade to black. The movie ends.]