After months of making my own version of "Sherlock Gnomes and renamed it "Friendship Mystery", I decided to make a sequel. A very short sequel. Enjoy this! I hope.

Many days, weeks or months have passed, Sherlock, Watson and Borra had improve their partnership, and started to appreciate each other's help. Sherlock seemed to start appreciating Borra's magic as the detective thought his protector's magic is a great help in any missing gnome cases. When they're no cases to be solve for the rest of the day, Sherlock and Watson helped Borra with his magic spells and practicing to use them properly. Borra was allowed to use magic, even in front of Sherlock, as he kept studying the spells that his ancestors and the other four family ancestors made.

It's been a year now as the three gnomes were busy protecting garden gnomes, saving them from getting smashed, accidentally or purposely, and were preparing for the return of Moriarty, if ever he might return. One day, just like their everyday routine with no cases, Borra tried to read a spell on his giant spell book from far away while performing steps, but it kept tilting until he can't see the page.

"Ugh, guys, stop shaking! You're tilting the book! I can't see the pictures!" Borra groaned.

Behind the giant spell book were Sherlock and Watson, holding the book to let Borra see the pages.

"Sorry, Gnomgenes, this book… is so heavy," Watson grunted trying to hold the book standing.

"Why this book has to be so heavy?" Sherlock pushed the book a little upward.

"The book and the wand staff have lots of owners before I owned them," Borra explained. "So this means, there are lots of spells were written in this book. Even the pages of their histories."

"Just do the spell already before we'll smash into pieces!" Sherlock shouted.

"Fine!" Borra rolled his eyes as he performed the spell with dancing step, "MUSICAL NOTES STORM!" The wand staff unleashed different kinds of musical notes and formed into a strong forceful storm.

Sherlock and Watson took a peak of what was going on while they were holding a book. They saw note storm is coming towards them.

"Are those musical notes?" Watson asked, until they were stampeded by the notes.

It didn't took too long as the two gnomes lied on the ground for five seconds until the notes were gone.

Borra ran into them with his happy face, "Thanks, you guys. I couldn't have done that spell without you."

Getting tired of holding the book for too long, Sherlock rubbed the dust off his clothes, asked his protector, "Borra, honestly, why do you want to master these spells anyway? Your spells are still good. The Apple Ribbon Lasso, Magnifying Hologram, resizing spell…"

"The Magnifying Hologram and resizing spell were my spells, but the Apple Ribbon Lasso was just a simple common spell. I tried to master these spells because I want to be as powerful as the other wielders." The winged gnome explained. "I mean, Tamisra Resano, Kaval Mondejar, and even my great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother, Yvaine Borra. She's one of the two wielders who ended the dark ages, making her powerful. I want to be like them."

"Be careful what you wish for, Borra," Watson dropped the book to join the conversation. "I may not be your mentor or a magic expert, but I watched magic movies. If you become powerful, you know the consequence."

"I know that, Watson. And I don't want to be powerful just because I want to be like few of my ancestors and become unstoppable, I want to be powerful because I want to protect you," Borra confessed through heart. "That's all that really matters to me."

Both gnomes froze for a moment. They were quite speechless for their magic friend's speech. Watson showed a respond feeling wiping a little tear from his face, while Sherlock just kept himself silent, trying not to show and emotional feeling.

"Oh, Borra, that's the most generous thing you ever said," Mrs. Udderson overheard that from the branch and lowered herself down to comment Borra's speech.

"Very generous indeed," Watson rushed towards Borra, and rubbed the little gnome's head.

"Yes, um," Sherlock cleared her throat and swallowed that feeling within, trying not to show it. "That's a very good deed, Borra."

"Aww, thanks, you guys," Borra chuckled. "Maybe you're right. I don't want to be too powerful because… well, I'd be dead. You know what? Maybe I'm done with the book for today." He approached his book, and closed it.

Suddenly, they noticed a red balloon with a paper enveloped tied on a string lowered down to them.

"What's that?" Watson inquired.

"A balloon mail Cool," Borra said.

When the balloon was a little lower, Sherlock tried to reach for it, even leap a little, but he can't grab the letter. It's too high for him, Ugh, I can't get it. Any suggestions?"

"I got this," Borra pointed his wand staff, targeting the balloon, and recited the spell: "ROSE THORN ARROW SWARM!" The staff released a swarm of arrows made out of rose thorns, and popped the balloon, making the letter above them.

"I got it!" Sherlock caught the envelope, and opened it, revealing to be a letter. "Well, it's a letter from Sir. Gnomeo and Ms. Juliet."

"What does it say?" Watson asked.

"It's an invitation. They invited to come to their first anniversary of their garden ceremony…"

"Ooohh, sweet!" Borra jumped in excitement.

"But we can't go," the detective finished his sentence.

"WHAT?!" Both his friends shouted.

"But why not? They just invited," Borra said.

"I don't want to recall, Borra, but encountering those two can make me remember that case we had last year," Sherlock replied.

"Okay, I know you're quite hurt and tricked after what happened that time, but that was last year already. Someday you'll laugh about this. Like me that I laugh about it today."

"Alright, Sherlock, I admit. We apologize for what happened last year," Watson admitted. "You just didn't treat us fairly, so Borra and I decided to make a case to teach you a lesson."

"A very good friendship lesson," Borra added with his arms crossed. "But we all learned lessons from that time and we already moved on from that."

"Plus it's very rude to reject an invitation."

"And we haven't seen Gnomeo and Juliet for a while now."

"It's not because I don't want to remember what happened last year. Do you remember there was festival at the Green Park? We cannot go to those star-crossed lovers' party with such heavy traffic, and we cannot cross the road with lots of transportation blocking our way," the detective gnome explained.

"But we always avoid running vehicles every day," the doctor protested.

"But this day is not an ordinary day, Watson. Humans all over London have to take their transportations. They don't walk. We cannot take the risk of crossing roads with lots of running vehicles, ready to smash us to pieces!"

"We can use my magic! Let's just ride on my magic bubble gum," Borra was about to cast another spell, but Sherlock held his wand staff down.

"I think that's enough magic for one day. You need to rest," he instructed.

The young gnome shrugged in agreement, "Okay. I really need a rest from my magic. I've been practicing for four hours now, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't go."

Sherlock then turned his back on his friends, still refused, "Why don't you two go? I'm not interested on parties after all."

"We're not going without you, even if we can't attend such party," Watson denied.

"Come on, Sherlock. It's no fun without if you can't come with us," When Sherlock turned to face his protector, Borra made big puppy eyes, hoping that his friend can change his mind. "PPPLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSEEEEEEE!"

Sherlock sighed in defeat because of Borra's puppy eyes, "Very well then. We'll go."

Borra then jumped in the air, and did a loop, "YEAH! WOO-HOO!"

"Let's not stay for too long. I still have lot of exercising to do, and you have to rest early, Borra," added Sherlock. "Because, tomorrow, we're going to master the 'Heat Roast' spell."

"Yeah, that's one of the spells I can't cast, because I don't know how to cook," Borra said.

"What about the last spell I read?" questioned Watson.

Borra gasped and explained, "Oh no. Not that spell. The Last Spell is a sacrificing spell. It also leads to death for the wielder. Lucky for you, Watson, you don't own the wand staff, because if you are, your life could be the one to be sacrificed."

"That's explains the history. No one has ever used it for centuries, according to your book," Sherlock recalled. "Well, enough of this talk about spells. We better go."

"Goodbye, Mrs. Udderson!" Borra waved at the bird food holder cow as the three gnomes walked towards the gate.

"Goodbye, boys! Be safe out there!" Mrs. Udderson replied, watching those three best friends go together out of the gate.