Sherlock, Watson, and Borra rushed through another gate. Watson flipped open the top of his cane and pressed a remote-control switch, and a manhole covered lifted open, revealing the sewage system underneath.
Without breaking stride, Sherlock, Watson and Borra plunged into the darkness of the sewers below, followed by the same red and blue gnomes.
Climbing down the ladder, the three gnomes climbed onto a boat. On the back was a fan tied to it. Sherlock turned it on and shouted, "All ahead full, Watson!"
Watson and Borra put some mint candy on the bottle, as boosters, and the blades began to whirl in the fan and the boat immediately skated across the water.
As the boat continued to move, the water had suddenly vanished from beneath.
"The water level. It's dropping. Cut the engines!" Sherlock commanded as the fan slowly turned off.
Just then, the red and blue gnomes landed in front of them.
"Tell us what happened to our family!" The red gnome demanded.
"We don't have time for this," Sherlock retorted. "Now will you please step aside?"
"Not until you tell us what's going on here!" The blue gnome frowned.
"Why you guys have to be so rude?! I hate rude people!" Borra yelled like a madman.
Suddenly, there were squeaky sounds with loud footsteps approaching.
"Oh. Too late." Sherlock muttered.
The blue gnome asked, "What's too late?"
"Oh. Here they come." Watson gestured at the tunnel behind them.
"And now we have a rat problem, thanks to these meddlesome amateurs," said Sherlock, glaring at the two gnomes.
A giant stampede of rats appeared, running directly toward them. The two gnomes stood frozen with fear.
"If you don't want to get rat-trampled, I suggest you help Watson pull," Sherlock ordered, holding one end of a rope.
"Come on, give us a hand!" Watson yelled.
"Don't just stand there, help us!" Borra added.
Their words brought them back to reality and they sprang into action. The two gnomes assisted Watson, Borra, and Sherlock hauling away on the rope, lifting the boat up, inch by inch. They barely managed to raise the boat out of the way before the rats stampede reached them. It seemed like forever as the rodents passed beneath the boat.
Once the stampede died down, the red gnome panted, "Oh, phew."
"'Phew'?!" repeated Sherlock, glancing down at her. "Young gnome, what exactly do you think those rats were running from?"
A loud rumble echoed throughout the sewer. All of a sudden, a tidal wave of rushing water came flooding down the sewer tunnel.
"Hold on, everyone!" Borra instructed as he held his wand staff with his hand, and a string in his other hand.
The gnomes hung on to the boat as the wave slammed into them, hurling the boat through the sewer tunnels. The waves pushed and shoved the boat from side to side as it journeyed down the tunnel.
"There! That's our way out!" Sherlock pointed to an opening in the brick walled tunnel, but he lost his grip on the fan and was thrown helplessly off the boat.
"Hold on!" Watson lunged forward and caught Sherlock's hand just as he was about to go flying off the boat.
Borra kept a firm grip on Watson, the blue gnome did the same to the winged gnome and the fan to try and help the three.
The red gnome turned the handle and stirred the boat towards the opening. Watson, Borra, and the blue gnome gave a mighty tug and yanked Sherlock back to safety.
Even though they made it through the next tunnel, the rough waters hurled them against the walls multiple times, smashing the boat into bits of pieces.
"Gather up, everyone, and hold on!" Borra ordered as they all leapt onto a green bottle and he whispered a spell into his wand staff as it formed a giant red spherical force field around them.
They emerged safely through the tunnel's exit. The water composed, calming down at last.
Sherlock, Borra, the red gnome and the blue gnome leaped off the bottle, and the impact had thrown Watson into the water. Borra dove into the water to help him.
"Are you okay?" The blue asked his wife.
"You were saying something about 'meddlesome amateurs?'"The red gnome asked, facing the detective with a smirk.
"I... stand by that assessment," Sherlock said, shrugging his shoulders. "But if you insist on meddling, perhaps you could supplement Watson and Borra's efforts."
Watson's head popped out of the water and spat some of the water out of his mouth. "How thoughtful," he muttered.
Borra grabbed Watson's hand to help him out, and glared at Sherlock.
"What did you say your names were?" Sherlock asked.
"We didn't. I'm Gnomeo," said the blue gnome huffily.
"I'm Juliet," said the red gnome.
"I'm Sherlock Gnomes, the world's first consulting detective and sworn protector of London's garden gnomes," introduced the detective.
"And I am-" Watson began his introduction until he was rudely cut off.
"To the surface, Watson! We've not a moment to lose!" Sherlock shouted.
Watson and Borra scoffed at their friend's rudeness.
Borra successfully helped Watson out of the water and back on dry land, then turned to Gnomeo and Juliet, "He's Dr. Gnome Watson and I am Gnomogenes Borra."
"Look, now that we're on the team, how about you tell us what's going on," Juliet said, gesturing to the M card. "Starting with this."
Borra nodded and began to fill in on the details. "The M stands for Moriarty - Sherlock's archenemy. Some ornaments are just manufactured evil. And Moriarty was the most evil of them all."
"For years, Moriarty terrorized the ornamental world." Watson continued. "Until he met his match in Sherlock Gnomes, and beating Sherlock became his obsession. So Moriarty began to play a terrible game. He would kidnap gnomes, leave a trail of clues as to their locations, and challenge us to find them within twenty-four hours or he'd smash them."
"He's going to smash our friends and family?!" Gnomeo gasped incredulously.
"How do we stop them?" asked Juliet.
"We play his game," answered Sherlock. "We follow his trail of clues and find the gnomes before our twenty-four hours are up." He beckoned and pointed to a ladder that led up to another manhole cover, and to first location of the clue as they all got out from the sewer.
"So, your names are Gnomeo and Juliet, huh?" Borra asked.
"Well, yes, why?" Juliet inquired.
Borra gasped loudly, "You mean, your families are enemies, and you guys fell in love, and you almost died, and the feud is over?!"
Gnomeo and Juliet backed their heads away when Borra leaned at them with a crazy smile.
Gnomeo answered, "Yes. That's right. How did you know that? We never told you."
"Of course you didn't, silly. I read a book once, and it's about two lovers met and fallen in love with each other, despite of their families hate each other, just like yours. But when the boy thought that the girl he's in love with is dead, which she was only faking it, he poisoned himself and died, and the girl poisoned herself too, and they're both dead. But, in your case, YOU'RE ALIVE! Yay!"
Juliet chuckled, "Wow! You're a smart little one, huh? And an impressive large magnifying glass you got there." She pointed his wand staff
"This is called, a wand staff." Borra explained. "It's a magic thing that has been my family heirloom, according to my magic instruction book."
"But weren't your parents gave you that and told you that it's your heirloom?"
"No, not exactly. You see, back from where I used to live, I only found the wand staff together with the spell book on the streets, and when I studied the book, I found out that the wand staff is an heirloom of five families. One of these families is mine. The other four were the Mondejar, Besares, Resano, and Galido."
"Maybe it should belong to a different Borra." Gnomeo thought.
Juliet elbowed her husband, "Gnomeo!"
"No, I don't think so. I know some of my ancestors, and few them are in the list." Borra said.
Sherlock scoffed, "Five families with the same heirloom? Pathetic. There should by war between these families by now to win the so-called magic heirloom."
"Hey, I never met these other families, and there's never been a war!" The winged gnome shouted.
The detective just ignored him and proceeded walking.
Gnomeo broke the silence and said. "And you have really big wings there."
"Oh, these?" Borra glanced at his wings. "Yeah. My 'creator' is so imaginative, he made me wings. It wasn't my 'parents'' idea." He made his own story to hide his human identity. "But the problem is… I can't fly."
Juliet questioned, "So, what's the use of your wings anyway if you can't fly?"
"Well, I just discovered just last year that my wings detected bad luck. They bend randomly when they're something dangerous coming." Borra answered.
"Like what?"
When they walked near a house, Borra's wing started to bend in random directions.
"Oh no. It's happening! It's coming! The bad luck!"
Sherlock never believed on those things. He never believed in bad luck and Borra's wings detecting them. When his wings twisted together, he can sense the bad luck coming in a second. He pushed Gnomeo and Juliet, and a flower pot was dropped and smashed into pieces on the spot where the gnome couple were formerly standing.
Gnomeo and Juliet walked around the smashed flower pot.
"Wow! That was amazing!" Juliet was impressed.
Sherlock groaned "Don't be ridiculous. He just saw it falling,"
Borra was quite hurt that Sherlock didn't appreciate his talent as he hung his head down sadly.
Gnomeo patted Borra shoulder to cheer him up and comfort him, "Ignore him, mate. I think that was incredible."
"You guys weren't so bad yourselves," Borra replied with a smile.