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Gnomeo replied. He smiled to himself. It was just the two of them. On a date. Together.
    Juliet spotted something in the overgrown lawn nearby. She ran over and parted the long blades of grass in front of it.
    â€œIt’s a 1950s model!” she cried. She couldn’t believe it. This type of old-fashioned lawn mower was rare these days. “It’s got the original chrome hubcaps!”
    â€œYeah, they featured those the first year,” Gnomeo remarked, admiring the antique.
    â€œActually, they were available by special order through 1954, when they switched to aluminum,” Juliet corrected him, winking.
    Gnomeo grinned. Not only was Juliet beautiful, but she also knew her mowers! She was too perfect.
    â€œLet’s start it up!” Juliet exclaimed.
    Gnomeo hesitated, but only for a second. “Okay,” he agreed. An opportunity like this was too good to pass up. He jumped on board and grabbed the throttle. “Check out the power on this beauty!”
    He tried to start up the mower. Putt, putt, putt. He tried again. Putt, putt. Nothing. “She’s empty,” he said, disappointed. He looked around and spotted the old shed. There had to be some kind of fuel in there!
    â€œBingo,” he said, taking Juliet by the hand.
    Juliet found a long metal rod and offered it to Gnomeo. He used it to pick the lock on the shed door. The heavy door creaked as it opened.
    The two gnomes crept inside the dark shed. As their eyes adjusted to the gloom, a gust of wind blew the door shut behind them. Slam! Gnomeo and Juliet jumped. Then, in the darkness, they heard an unfamiliar voice.
    Gnomeo and Juliet screamed and scrambled to open the door. Racing into the yard, they dove behind the toppled pile of logs.
    â€œWhat was that?” Gnomeo asked, panting.
    â€œI have no idea,” said Juliet. She eyed the shed door nervously.
    Gnomeo took charge. “Okay,” he called to the shed door. “Whatever you are, come out slowly. I have a loaded weapon and I’m not afraid to use it.” He held the metal rod in his hand, ready to strike.
    Gnomeo and Juliet waited. But nothing happened.
    â€œDo you think I scared him?” Gnomeo asked Juliet.
    â€œOh, definitely,” came a voice from behind them.
    Gnomeo and Juliet shrieked again. Who was that?
    â€œMy name’s Featherstone,” said a plastic pink flamingo. Featherstone grabbed the metal rod Gnomeo was holding. He shoved it into the ground and perched on top of it. How nice to have his leg back!
    Gnomeo looked relieved. Featherstone was a lawn ornament, just like them!
    â€œSorry, we didn’t think anybody lived here!” Gnomeo told Featherstone.
    But Juliet still looked nervous. She couldn’t afford to be seen with Gnomeo. It was too risky.
    â€œYes, we shouldn’t be here. We’ll be going now,” Juliet said nervously. She tugged on Gnomeo’s sleeve, urging him to leave with her. The two took off across the grass.
    But Featherstone wasn’t going to let them get away easily. He was thrilled to have visitors, and besides, he’d recognized young love as soon as he’d seen them. “I think you two are on a date,” he said knowingly.
    Gnomeo and Juliet began talking at the same time, each trying to come up with a good cover story. “Date?” Gnomeo repeated. “Nooo. No, we’re not—”
    â€œDate? No way! What makes you think—?” Juliet started. “Definitely not dating—we’re fighting. That’s what we’re doing.”
    â€œYes,” Gnomeo agreed. “Fighting to the death.”
    Juliet pointed at her hat and then at Gnomeo’s. “Don’t you see, we’re mortal enemies,” she said. “He’s a Blue…”
    â€œAnd she’s a Red,” Gnomeo finished.
    Featherstone looked bored. “And I’m pink,” he said with a shrug. Featherstone frankly didn’t care why these two