I can not believe that the great American Upton Sinclair wrote a children's book about gnomes. I further can not believe that Disney, the leader of children's entertainment, could have produced such a load saccahrain sweet moronic celluloid. Finally I get eerie shivers when I recall the Gnome Mobile song. All I can explain that the songwriters must had eaten too much mellow yellow (the movie was created in the late 1960's after all). As for the rest of the movie, just remember that Disney went periods of creative droughts, and this movie is proof.