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thriving so well this year,” Lady Bluebury said sadly. “Struck down in full bloom!”
    Gnomeo ran to his mother. “Mom!” he cried.
    Lady Bluebury looked up at Gnomeo sternly. “Gnomeo! How could this have happened? Where were you?”
    Gnomeo hung his head in shame. He had no excuse. The wisteria was ruined, and he had deserted his post in the garden. “I was—I was nowhere,” he mumbled.
    Lady Bluebury continued sobbing.
    â€œDon’t worry, Mom. I’ll make it up to you,” Gnomeo promised.
    â€œHow?” Lady Bluebury asked. “Redbrick and his hoodlums destroyed the most beautiful thing we Blues have. Your father and I planted her. We raised her from a seedling!”
    Lady Bluebury ran across the lawn, crying. A group of small stone bunnies followed her.
    Gnomeo didn’t know what to do. He had never seen his mother so heartbroken before. And it was all his fault.
    Benny held up a spray gun of weed killer. “Those blasted Reds! C’mon, Gnomeo, we’ll make them pay!” he shouted, ready for revenge.
    The crowd of Blues cheered. “Make ’em pay! Make ’em pay!” they chanted.
    Benny thrust the weed killer into Gnomeo’s hand. “Every last one of them!” Benny yelled, his fist raised into the air. It was a war cry.
    Gnomeo looked at the spray gun in his hand and then at the chanting Blues. It was obvious what they wanted him to do. But he wasn’t sure.
    â€œEvery last one,” Gnomeo said, repeating Benny’s words. But as he said it, he was thinking only of Juliet.

“M y dad can really pick them,” Juliet said to Nanette. They were listening to Paris serenading Juliet with a song he had written. Juliet was not impressed.
    Nanette, on the other hand, had a dreamy look on her face. To her, Paris seemed like quite the catch!
    Paris looked up as he sang his song to see Nanette gazing lovingly at him. He had never noticed how beautiful she was. He turned and sang in Nanette’s direction this time. Love was certainly in the air!
    Juliet giggled as she realized what was happening between Paris and her friend. She knew just how Nanette was feeling. She picked up her orchid and sniffed it, thinking of Gnomeo.
    Then Juliet sensed movement across the garden. She looked up and spotted something tunneling underground by the fence. All of a sudden, Gnomeo popped out of the dirt.
    Little did she know what was being planned by the Blues. Gnomeo had burrowed his way under the fence and had emerged in the Red garden, with Benny right behind him. Gnomeo was determined to set things right with his mother. And if that meant seeking revenge on the Reds, then so be it, even if he wasn’t so sure about the plan.
    Gnomeo took in his surroundings. Tybalt was with his goons, but they were too far away to notice Gnomeo and Benny. Gnomeo eyed the nearby tulips and crawled toward them. He aimed the spray gun of weed killer at the flowers. It was now or never.
    Suddenly, Juliet sprang out in front of him—directly in his line of fire. Gnomeo jumped.
    He must be here to surprise me, Juliet thought. She smiled. But then she noticed the spray bottle aimed at the tulips. It didn’t take long for her to realize that this was not the kind of surprise she’d been hoping for. Her eyes darkened as she glared at Gnomeo. Then she stormed away silently.
    â€œJuliet—no, wait!” Gnomeo called after her. This wasn’t his idea. He didn’t even really want to do it.
    But Juliet had disappeared.
    A hippo lawn ornament spotted Gnome. “A Blue! A Blue!” it began to shout.
    Gnomeo shot back into the tunnel he had dug. Benny quickly followed, but not before Tybalt was able to catch a glimpse of him.
    Tybalt ran up to the fence and put his eye to a small hole. He quickly realized what the Blues had been up to and, looking at Benny, said to himself, “Such a big hat for such a small brain.”
    He turned