"I only have one king... and he's not a lawn gnome."

More like a giant lawn goat. Even if he uses clippers on the hedges he shapes, instead of teeth.

Papyrus shakes his head a the very sedentary help, and crosses the lawn to the flower bed. Now they have a lawn gnome and a lawn skeleton! Truly, the Johnsons stand no chance in their competition of ornamentation.

"Do you think it's bad for the flowers, if I take these?"