Gather Gnome in Hollywood says, "Mr....

We're into the second exciting week of the Gather Gnome's continuing story. Catch the whole story and photos at the group Gather Gnome Adventures. Better yet, become a member for all the fun.
Good news. When we last caught up with our noble gnome, he refused to be photographed until he got a suntan. As you can see he is looking better but refused any closeups.

    "You want me to drive you to Baja? Mexico?" My limo driver and new friend, Bruce slammed on the brakes.
    "What's the difference? You drove me from Vegas to L.A.," I said, sipping on a low fat latte.
    "This is across the border. I can do it but it'll cost you."
    "So what else is new?" I glanced over at my ever shrinking
suitcase of cash and sighed. Coming to Hollywood had proved costly but it was all worth it. Last night alone could provide enough warm memories to heat Siberia. I sank back into the plush leather seat and closed my sunburned eyes. I'll never forget the flash of the paparazzi cameras going pop,pop,pop as I exited the limo. You can be a short old gnome like me and if you have money it's all good. The cute Ivy restaurant, touted as the the "place where the elite meet to eat", welcomed me with open arms. I guess it helped that Brad Pitt's agent had made the reservation. The house-like building has an umbrella studded patio edged with a funky white picket fence. Heads turned when I walked in and a hive of buzzing ensued. "Who is that?" Everyone wanted to know and rumors spread faster than poison ivy. "I heard he's a big producer from back east." He's tight with Colin Farrell." "He's got more money than God."
    I swear to you, I was not sitting more than ten minutes, my vegetarian entree not even ordered, when film scripts floated out of nowhere onto my table.
    Bruce nodded his head to the beat of some hip hop song. "Hey, man I've got to drop a script off to someone before we head on the freeway."
    I opened my eyes. "No, not you too Bruce. Every actor, shop clerk, waiter and even bus boy claimes to be screenwriter in L.A."
    It was fun to have some stardust sprinkled on me but I was ready to leave.
    "Bruce, I need to make a stop too. Do you know any antique shops that carry old tools?"
    You may have noticed my omnipresent hammer. It's a gnome thing. You never know when you might have the opportunity to dig for jewels or fend off killer kitties. Every hundred years of so we need to get a new hammer. I'm long over due. And it can't be some new fangled thing from Home Depot. It has to be old but not worn.
    Bruce turned around and said,"I know a place that might have what you're looking for but it's in Pasadena near Disneyland."
    "Let's go."