The sun shone really bright on one day. Mr. Capulet and Mrs. Montague walked out of their houses and greeted each other rudely like always. Once the humans drove away, all the gnomes in both gardens came to life. In the Red Garden, on the Pedestal, stood Juliet Redbrick, now 19 years old. She came to life from her original position. Juliet happily hopped down on the stairs from her pedestal, ready to start the day.

"Good morning, Nanette!" Juliet greeted. "Did you have a nice sleep?" The garden plastic green frog greeted Juliet warmly back.

"Why yes, I slept well," she answered. Juliet walked over to Mr. Capulet's raspberry bush, which is by the gate with the other bushes. Nanette hopped from her spot by the bottom of the pedestal and tagged along.

"How about you?" she asked. Juliet smiled when Nanette asked her that question.

"I slept well, thank you! I had such a lovely dream last night," she said, with a dreamy look. She began plucking some of the biggest leaves from the bush.

"Oo! A dream! Well, tell me! What was it about?" Nannette asked, wiggling her eyebrows. I bet it's about a gnome!

"Sorry, Nanette. Can't tell you!" said Juliet in a sing-song voice.

"Humph! And why not?" Nanette pouted, putting her flippers on her hips.

"Because if I tell you it won't come true," Juliet smiled. "After all...,"

(Juliet)

A dream is a wish your heart makes
When you're fast asleep

In dreams you lose your heartaches
Whatever you wish for you keep

Have faith in your dreams and someday
Your rainbow will come smiling through
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
The dream that you wish will come true

A dream is a wish your heart makes
When you're feeling small
Alone in the night you whisper

Thinking no one can hear you at all
You wake with the morning sunlight
To find fortune is smiling on you

Don't let your heart be filled with sorrow

For all you know tomorrow
The dream that you wish will come true
When you can dream then you can start

A dream is a wish you make with your heart
When you can dream then you can start
A dream is a wish you can make with your heart

A dream is a wish your heart makes
When you're fast asleep
In your dreams you lose your heartaches
Whatever you wish for you keep

You wake with the morning sunlight
To find fortune that is smiling on you
Don't let your heart be filled with sorrow
For all you know tomorrow
The dream that you wish will come true

No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
The dream that you wish will come true

When you can dream then you can start

A dream is a wish you make with your heart

When you can dream then you can start

A dream is a wish you make with your heart

When you can dream then you can start

A dream is a wish you make with your heart

After gathering leaves, she plucked some of the ripe raspberries. Last, she wrapped them up.

As much as Nanette wanted to know what could possible Juliet have dreamed about, she respected the girls' wishes.

"Very well," she sighed.

"JULIET!" two shrill voices rang. One was a male voice and the other was a female voice. Nanette and Juliet cringed at their voices.

"Say, do you need help with making breakfast for your lazy cousins?" Nanette asked.

"No but thank you for asking," said Juliet. "And my cousins aren't lazy!"

"You are right," Nanette agreed-somewhat. "They're beyond lazy!" Juliet rolled her eyes and turned to Nanette. What she didn't know was that the gate had a cork on it. Somebody, a blue gnome, unplugged the cork, which revealed a hole.

"Nanette, don't you have chores to do?" Juliet chided. At this rate, a hand quietly sneaked in a garden snail through in one of the leaf wraps. That hand belonged to Benny, a Blue gnome, nephew of Lady Blueberry.

"Good work, Bunnies! They'll never notice!" Benny whispered. He and The bunnies giggled evilly but only quietly so neither Juliet or Nanette would hear. They quickly put the cork back on.

"Oh, okay," said Nanette, rolling her eyes. She had seen how harsh the cousins are. Juliet believe that the cousins will change but Nanette disagrees. "Let me know if you need help with your chores," she said before hopping away.

"Okay!" Juliet answered.

"JULIET!" Tybalt and Rosaline hollered.

"I'm coming!" Juliet called, quickly grabbing the three leaf wraps. It never occurred to her that one of the leaf wraps look slightly larger than the other two. There had been times where Juliet would pack extra raspberries for either Tybalt or Rosaline. Juliet held two leaf wraps in one arm and a third one in another arm. She quickly started walking after her cousins called for her again. Juliet arrived at the Wishing Well where both Tybalt and Rosaline were sunbathing in the sun.

"Good morning Tybalt and Rosaline," said Juliet, cheerfully.

"Well, it's about time!" Tybalt said as he grabbed the first leaf wrap from Juliet's arm. Rosaline also snatched the other leaf wrap from Juliet's second arm.

"After breakfast, clean my lawnmower! I have a race with the Blues today!" Tybalt barked.

"Yes Tybalt," answered Juliet, automatically.

"And when you are done, give our wishing well a scrub! I think that dumb Benny left a nasty spot on it!" Rosaline nagged.

"Yes, Rosaline," answered Juliet, automatically, again. Then, she walked over to her father's boat. Well, it used to be her father's, now it belonged to Aunt Ivy.

"Come in child, come in!" Aunt Ivy called.

"Good morning, Aunt Ivy," said Juliet, as she walked inside. She handed the leaf wrap to her still sleeping Aunt.

"Did Tybalt tell you to clean the lawnmower?" She asked. Juliet nodded. "Well, get on with it! Aunt Ivy snapped. "He hasn't got all day!"

"Yes, Aunt Ivy," said Juliet in a small voice. She left the boat. Before she could take another step toward the garage where Tybalt's lawnmower laid, she heard a sudden scream. Juliet realized that scream was coming from the wishing well! Rosaline had discovered the snail in her leaf wrap! Tybalt had to throw the snail out of the wrap.

"MOTHER! MOTHER! MOTHEEER!" Rosaline screeched. Juliet came rushing to the wishing well. "You did it on purpose!" she yelled at Juliet.

Before Juliet could ask Rosaline what on earth could she be talking about, Aunt Ivy arrived.

"What is this commotion about?" she asked, sternly.

"Juliet put a snail in Rosaline's wrap!" Tybalt answered.

"WHAT!?" Juliet's eyes widened. "Oh please! Why would I do that?"

"Hold your tongue!" Aunt Ivy barked. Juliet cringed at her aunt's harsh voice. Tybalt and Rosaline smirked.

"I see you have decided to play a nice prank on your cousins," she sneered. "Well, I have to think of a punishment. The pool where Mankini swims? Clean it! And Mr. Capulet's bushes? Trim them!"

Aunt Ivy paused to think more.

"Oh yes, and please do sweep the cement pathway in the garden," Aunt Ivy added.

"But I did it yesterday!" Juliet protested.

"Do it again!" Aunt Ivy barked. "And after sweeping the pathway, polish my shoes and Rosaline's shoes, and hem one of my dresses!" Juliet's head fell and her shoulders slumped.

Five minutes later, Juliet was giving Tybalt's lawnmower a good scrub.

"Make sure it looks shiny!" Tybalt barked.

"Yes, Tybalt, I know!" said Juliet, resisting the urge to growl. While, finishing cleaning the lawnmower, Juliet looked to the fence. She gave a sad sigh.

"I bet those Blues are lucky. They don't have to work so hard. And even if they do, at least they get a break." Juliet mumbled.

(Juliet)

Have faith and your dreams someday
Your rainbow will come smiling through
No matter how you heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
The dream that you wish you will come true

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Blue fence, a young and handsome blue gnome, had risen up from his slumber at his windmill. His name was Gnomeo, the son of Lady Blueberry. Gnomeo hopped to the garage to get his Blue Lawnmower out.

"Come on Benny! Let's go and teach those Reds a lesson!" said Gnomeo, eagerly. Lawnmower racing has always been Gnomeo's hobby since he was a boy gnome. His father, the late Lord Blueberry, was a champion at lawnmower racing, always winning for the Blues. Gnomeo had looked up to him a lot, which is why he wanted to be a champion racer, too. When Lord Blueberry died in a lawnmower racing accident, Gnomeo was very heartbroken. It gave him all the more reason to hate the Reds-aside from his mother raising him to hate them. Gnomeo, Benny, and Gnomeo's pet mushroom, Shroom, both got the Blue lawnmower out of the garage.

In the alley, Gnomeo jumped on his blue lawnmower. He gave Tybalt a sly smirk while Tybalt just gave him a menacing glare.

"I am going to smash you so hard you will turn into sand!" Tybalt threatened.

"We'll see about that!" Gnomeo smirked. Gnomeo had been racing against Tybalt since they were adolescents so he knows how much a racer Tybalt is. To be honest, not very good at all.

"All right, you guys know the rules!" said Dolly, who came out with a flower. "Especially, "no cheating." she added waving her flower at Tybalt. Gnomeo chuckled, while Tybalt scowled.

"On your marks, get set, go!" Dolly waved her flower, giving the boys the signal to go. Gnomeo and Tybalt were off! Gnomeo was racing like a pro! Keeping his eyes on the road, while making sure Tybalt doesn't crash into him, Gnomeo feels the thrill of racing! Tybalt was following behind but was doing his best to catch up. Tybalt bumped Gnomeo toward the fence, causing Gnomeo to slow down. But thankfully, Gnomeo drove on a cardboard box, being used as a ramp and flew into the air. Tybalt looked dumbfounded as Gnomeo gave him a wink. Suddenly, Tybalt, grabbed an empty bottle and threw it at Gnomeo! It hit Gnomeo, causing him to spin and be thrown out of his lawnmower. Gnomeo landed safely, on a pile of cardboard boxes. His lawnmower landed on the crowd, causing it to break a bit. Tybalt cackled and swerved back.

"Wow, Tybalt! No one is as awesome as you!" said Fawn, a garden plastic deer, and Tybalt's best friend.

"No one is slick as Tybalt!" said the little Red Gnomes.

"Oh please, please! Tell me something I don't know!" said Tybalt.

"A Cheat! A Cheat! That's what you are!" Benny shouted. He saw what Tybalt did on the road!

"Well, Benny if I didn't know any better, I think your mouth is getting bigger than your hat!" Tybalt snarled. He gave Benny a big kick. Luckily, Gnomeo, caught Benny.

"Tybalt! You crossed the line!" Gnomeo shouted, in anger.

"Yes," Tybalt gloated. "The finish line!"

"I demand a re-match!" Gnomoe yelled.

"Did you hear that sound, Fawn?" Tybalt asked, in a mocking voice. Fawn nodded. "It's the sound of losers!" He and the rest of the Red Gnomes snickered.

"Har, har! Very funny, Tybalt!" Gnomeo barked, crossing his arms.

"What's wrong Gnomeo? Feeling blue?" Tybalt mocked. He hopped on the red lawnmower and ordered the other red Gnomes to push it into the Red Garden.

"Now if you excuse us, I got a glory to gloat to my mother! Adios losers!" Tybalt added, giving Gnomeo the "L" sign on his forehead. He and the other Red Gnomes laughed, as they pushed the red lawnmower into the Red Garden.

Gnomeo, Benny, and Shroom just finished pushing the broken Blue lawnmower back into the garage. The boys and the mushroom will fix it later when they are not tired. Gnomeo stormed over to his windmill and sat down.

"Aaah! Stupid Tybalt! Not only does he cheat but he also gets away with it!" Gnomeo shouted. Although he didn't notice his mother walking toward him, he did feel her coming.

"The race didn't go well today, did it?" Lady Blueberry asked.

"No," Gnomeo mumbled.

"Well, I am very sorry that it didn't work out. I guess this would not be a good time to talk about other things," Lady Blueberry answered.

"What other things?" Gnomeo asked, his interest perked up. He hoped that a change of the subject would help him get his mind off the Reds and the race.

"Oh you know," Lady Blueberry drawled. "Companionship, Settling down, finding a wife...,"

Gnomeo winced at her answer.

"Muuum!" He groaned, putting his head in his hands. For a few months, his mother had always been introducing Gnomeo to possible suitors who would make a good wife to him. Gnomeo had dated the girls that his mother had picked for him and none of them went well. Gnomeo never felt for any of the girl gnomes for they were either mean or stupid. Even if he did feel anything for them, it was usually lust, which always seems to fade. Gnomeo dreaded when Lady Blueberry told him that she found a girl that she thought he would like. Lady Blueberry's eyebrows narrowed.

"What do you mean 'Muuum?'" She snapped. Gnomeo looked up and turned to face his mother.

"You are always setting me up with girl gnomes that I don't like!" said Gnomeo, feeling annoyed.

"Well, I haven't set you up with anyone yet, recently" answered Lady Blueberry.

"Then don't," Gnomeo continued in a stern voice.

"Gnomeo, please!" Lady Blueberry said as if she is pleading. "You are 21 and I am beginning to worry!"

"Mum, stop it! I hate being forced into things!" Gnomeo sighed in annoyance. Lady Blueberry's face softened a bit more.

"Oh, Gnomeo. I am not forcing you into anything," she explained softly. "I don't want you to be alone. I want someone to be by your side once you take your place as leader of the Blue Garden. I need someone to take care of you when I am not here."

Gnomeo knew that she was right. Traditionally, the son/daughter of a Blue leader, must be married, before taking their father/mother's place. Only for one sole reason: to produce an heir. Gnomeo has always been more interested in lawnmower racing over marriage. However, he can't break the law, so he has to do what his mother says.

"Fine, I will get married," Gnomeo said. "But I want to marry someone for love."

"Marry for love!?" Lady Blueberry yelled. Gnomeo winced at his mother's loud voice. "Gnomeo! Marriages on love don't last forever!"

"Well why not!" Gnomeo said, standing up very quickly. "I don't see anything wrong with that! Please let me marry someone for love!"

"Preposterous!" Lady Blueberry exclaimed.

"Well at least, let me choose my bride," Gnomeo pleaded.

"Gnomeo, that will never do! You are a Blueberry! The son of Lord Blueberry! It's tradition that you don't pick your own bride!" Lady Blueberry argued. Gnomeo scowled.

"Well maybe, I don't want to be a Blueberry anymore!" Gnomeo snapped as he kicked a small rock away from him.

"UGGGGGHHH!" Lady Blueberry screeched as Gnomeo crossed his arms and swiftly turned his back on her. Lady Blueberry, angrily, but still gracefully stormed off away from the windmill.

"Lord, forbid you should you want to have any sons!" she said to Benny who was sunbathing on the lawn.

"What?'' said Benny, scratching his hat. "What is Lady B talking about?"

Gnomeo, heard that when he glanced at his mother walking away. He sighed angrily. He doesn't want to marry any girl gnome! Gnomeo wants to marry whoever he falls in love with! Additionally, he wants to marry a nice girl; not a jerk! Why couldn't his mother understand that? Gnomeo turned to face at the gate, which separated him and the Blues from the Reds.

"I bet those Reds are lucky. They don't have to worry about getting married so soon. And even if they have to, I bet they can marry whoever they want," Gnomeo grumbled.