Gnomeo and Juliet Page #4

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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.

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