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But I know you still a veggie guy.

Thinking he can run for mayor against the bush.

I take it you had no problems

collecting campaign contributions from my many supporters.

We had to twist a few arms, if you know what we mean.

But we'd done it all legal, like you said.

Good.

These funds were earmarked for my reelection campaign.

However, I am about to meet with one of the richest

entrepreneurs on the planet who I believe will contribute greatly

to both my personal wealth and my political power.

Mrs. Gloria Sheffield,

CEO and founder of Sheffield Technologies.

It took some doing, but I managed to persuade her

to relocate her headquarters to Pueblo Grande.

Of course, as a new year, I was able to offer a certain.

It is all incentives.

In other words, you sold out the city for your personal gain as usual.

The time has come for you to pay a visit to my competition.

Who's that boss?

Yes. You ought to change your name to Don Numskull.

Ella and Roger la Vega must be made to see the error of his ways.

He needs to be reminded of what happened the last time he tried to run against me.

Make sure he understands what a grave mistake staying in the race would be.

Not only for him, but anyone supporting his campaign.

My dad could rewrite the book on dirty

politics.

He got his all by night.

He planned to be boss.

Fight for justice and watch my side.

I bet you even get his hands for all that's fair.

So he even asked me where he saw.

You get him?

He tried to strike me there to fight or die

and watch my sorrow.

Sorry. So.

Sorry.

I just.

Yeah.

Thanks for having me. Friends of mine.

I'm sorry.

And the expiry date. Oh.

Nearly all out of fliers, Mr.

D, but no worries.

I sent Diego and Bernardo in that big rig of theirs to fetch more. I'm

amazed at how hard Diego's been working since I agreed to run for mayor again.

Frankly, I didn't know he had it in him.

The boy's got hidden talents.

Come on, man, can we just stop for a burger?

I'm starved.

Yeah, I know we'd be late, but I gotta keep my strength up

just in case something like this happens.

I hope the teaser engine covers the sound of Zorro

stomach growling.

Oh. Okay, listen up, losers.

There's only going to be one candidate running for mayor.

Capiche?

This, you sleazy scalawag.

Yeah.

Somebody blasted no budget, no.

Say bye bye.

Political career.

Get ready to drop out of the race forever.

Come.

Better yet.

Why don't you.

Don's go back to City Hall and help your boss pack?

Because Pueblo Grande voting in a new mayor.

Yeah.

So how'd she know it was the dogs, Beats me.

Who cares?

Let's blast.

But, Zorro.

Hope I'm not too late to volunteer.

Just in time, Z man. Get him!

You get hot dog.

Go go go!

I'm out of here.

But we all owe you both.

We're Zorro.

Good question.

He usually says audience at least.

Probably decided to teach those rascals another lesson.

Well, I better be going, too.

Hey. What?

Wow, you're the Scarlet whip.

Brilliant deduction.

Sherlock.

Excuse me.

Whoa!

What happened?

Mayor Martinez sent his thugs to persuade me to drop out of the race.

But they'll not scare off a de la Vega.

So easy.

Come down.

Let's be cleaning up this mess.

We've got a dirty fight on our hands.

Sure wish Zorro could return the favor tenfold to that dishonorable mayor Martinez.

I know

we can't look at ourselves to that snake's level,

but you can't blame an old lady for wishing.

Now is.

So, ladies and gentlemen, it is my great honor

to welcome you, Sheffield Technologies to Pueblo Grande Day

and introduce you to the founder and CEO, Mrs.

Gloria Sheffield.

Thank you, Mayor Martinez.

As everyone can see, our new corporate headquarters are still under construction.

But soon it will be filled with a workforce comprised of thousands

of good citizens from this great city.

Which is precisely why I, as your mayor,

worked so hard to make certain Sheffield Technologies relocated to Pueblo Monday.

Shall we tell them what you promised me in return?

That's Horace.

It's our little secret.

Unless, of course, you refuse to pay up.

Mr. mayor, are you aware there was a brutal attack on Alejandro

de la Vega's campaign headquarters less than an hour ago? Yes.

The officer in charge has informed me that the attack was carried

out by disgruntled employees of de la Vega Industries.

Apparently, they were fed up with how they were being treated and struck back.

Which begs the question

if this is how Alejandro de la Vega runs his personal business.

And how could he possibly?

Can you believe that?

Lying scum. It doesn't matter anymore.

I've decided to withdraw from the race.

What?

You can't just quit, Diego.

You weren't here today. Thank heavens!

So you can't understand.

But I will not continue putting my family and friends at risk.

But that's exactly what you're doing if you let Martinez win.

Look, Bernardo can amp up security here and at the house.

Please, dad.

You can't give up.

Pueblo Gran needs you.

Come on, guys.

Tell our candidate we won't let him quit.

I will, thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you. I'm deeply touched and honored.

And if you're all still willing to fight, then so am I.

Right?

I just hope it doesn't end in disaster.

Let me put it in words you have which your dullards might actually understand.

If I lose, you lose.

Unless I am reelected, we will all be unemployed.

So what do you need to do? Oh.

Oh, I know.

I know I'm making a vague head disappear.

Permanent. Like

give you moron a gold star.

Ooh, I got a gold star.

I can't believe I missed lunch and dinner.

But nothing's going to stop me from wolfing down this bad boy.

I don't.

Tell me the trace you put on dad's car.

I thought he was in for the night.

Must be heading into the office.

But not alone.

Hello?

Oh, Mrs.

McAllister, are you delivering those papers for me?

Trying.

But I really need to speak to Diego immediately, please.

You know, I think he went out.

Probably some party. Oh,

Mrs. McAllister, what's happening?

Are you all right, Mrs.

McAllister?

Miss?

Miss me, will you?

Oh, I know it is kind of like the back of my hand.

Oh, gotcha.

You're too late.

LS zero.

Okay.

Evening, seaman.

See, you're in the mood for a little moonlight.

This isn't funny. We have to stop.

Hey, I was just.

Zorro. No.

You'll be pulled over to.

Where?

It's about time, Mr..

Go! Hang on.

You hang on.

Oh! Yeah.

Cut the line!

Are you all right?

Where's Mike?

Mr. de la Vega safe at all.

I'm afraid my poodle shoulder may be dislocated.

We better get her to a hospital.

You go. I have unfinished business.

Best save it till that temper settles a bit.

I'm all right, sonny.

The best. Good.

Keep an eye on Mr. De.

The mayor's gone too far this time.

Martinez's got pay for this.

Mark my words. She.

Canceled Addis.

I could get used to this.

Breakfast in bed.

All you handsome gents waiting on me.

It's definitely the good life.

No one deserves it more.

Sorry about your card, Mr. De.

You can bet I'm left in the dust.

If the tire hadn't blown.

All that matters is that you're all right.

I just wish I had been able to personally thank Zorro for risking his life.

Oh, I'm sure he knows how you feel.

And I'm betting he'd agree with the decision.

You've come to a decision.

I'm dropping out of the race.

I know what you're going to say.

I'm glad.

Oh, well.

Good.

But I thought I didn't understand before I it.

You were just scared for me.

I didn't think about the rest of our family.

Nothing's worth risking their lives or yours, dad.

Well, this is, isn't it?

I've schedule a press conference as soon as I announce

I'm no longer running the safer.

Everyone will be

that.

You'd have made a great mayor.

Thanks.

Man, it really burns me.

The Martinez and his scum Lords win again.

Oh, great.

Guess you've come to gloat now that daddy's hired goons forced my father

out of the race. Forget it bro.

It's time she heard the truth about her old man.

What a vicious, ruthless turkey is.

It's okay. Bernardo.

Believe it or not,

I am really sorry that your father isn't going to be our next mayor.

Maria martinez, the mayor's daughter.

Right? Yes.

I'm Jack Sheffield. Gloria Sheffield, son.

Oh, and this is Diego de la Vega and Bernardo.

Wait, not the candidate's kid.

You guys are actually friends.

Let's just say we've known each other a long time.

So, Jack, you're enrolled here.

I would have thought with your background,

you'd be attending a university or a tech institute. Me?

No way.

Everyone figures because my mom owns this techno empire.

I must be some nerd whiz kid.

But I'm just a dumb jock that can hardly figure out a cell phone.

Hey, that's my ride.

Nice meeting you guys.

So, Maria, maybe we can get together sometime.

Celebrate your dad's landslide reelection.

Make that filthy rich, dumb jock.

So, mother, when are you planning to drop your bombshell?

Very soon.

I'll know for certain after my next meeting.

Hurry! I don't want to be late.

Very sorry, Mrs.

Sheffield, but, there's nothing I can do about the traffic lights, madam.

Maybe he can, but I can.

I've already hacked into most of the city's computer systems,

taking over the traffic grids.

A piece of cake.

Oh, okay. I'm in.

It's green lights. From now on.

Oh, yeah.

So easy.

A dumb jock can do it.

I'm very pleased to see you have all decided to join me.

You've made a wise choice.

I don't know about the rest of the Dons, but I ain't made up my mind

about nuttin yet.

Then perhaps I better do it for you.

What do you mean you're not joining me?

Gloria Sheffield is throwing this dinner in my honor.

Sorry, dad, I'm just not up for it.

First you don't show up with the dedication ceremony.

Now, this one might think you don't want me to be reelected.

Well, thanks for the flowers.

At least.

Don't thank me, dad.

Thank the Scarlett whip.

Believe me, you'd never get either of our votes.

Do you want to know where I'm going?

Okay, so I'm tailing the mayor's limo, and.

No, I don't know what I'm going to do next.

Pulverizing him for what he tried to do to my dad.

Sounds about right.

I doubt it will do any good.

So I'll make up my mind once I see where the crook's headed.

I don't understand what you're all doing here.

You certainly weren't invited to Mrs.

Sheffield's dinner. Wait.

This isn't the way to the Sheffield estate.

Yeah, well, she told us to take you to her yacht instead.

What?

None of you have ever met Gloria Sheffield?

How would you know that?

I demand to know what's going on here.

Well, where's your chip?

He's kind of tied up.

What's happening?

This is even easier

than hacking into the traffic grid.

Why are we stopping?

What's the meaning of this?

We quit.

So long. Sucker!

I'm locked in. Help!

Somebody help!

Oh! Oh!

What the blazes?

Itchy!

The Don sold your cat at Sheffield Dam.

They're gonna offer both if we don't get out of here fast.

This can't be happening.

Good evening.

Senorita. The mayor. It's a trap.

Somehow the dogs have control of the bridge.

We have to do something.

Why? Because.

Because otherwise we're no better than any of them.

I'm afraid

you're right.

They must have somehow overridden the bridge's computer system.

So maybe there's some way to reverse it.

There's no time for that.

Wait.

You can't.

Whoa!

Cheesy.

Extreme.

What are we going to do?

Whoa whoa whoa whoa.

I feel like a guy.

Overriding their computer system is our only chance.

So relax in you, Rita.

The mayor is luckier than he deserves.

You did it.

But how'd.

Well, I just, Not you.

The dons.

What I don't understand is how they could take over that computer system.

It's just not their style.

Yes. Good point, senorita.

That would take a serious computer genius.

Impossible.

Someone's locked me out of the system.

What else?

Dirty dog. Fake dog.

First they try to knock us off, then they rob us.

Man, I thought you was evil.

That Sheffield damn Scot you beat by a mile.

I am far from beaten.

Trust me, it will all.

This.

I'm getting tired of lugging this campaign loot around.

First the mayor.

No to that Sheffield game.

Then perhaps in yours, we can take it off your hands.

Seems the mayor's duplicitous dons are now working for Gloria Sheffield.

Which explains the technology used to control the bridge.

That's right.

We're moving up in the world.

And use coming down.

Blow the way.

Oh! God!

Nice day.

G-Man.

My pleasure.

Senorita.

Gun here.

Any ideas? Amigo? Lose momentum.

Until I turn on us.

We ride.

The man does have style.

I don't care how rich is she is.

And enough for this.

All this campaign money.

And not even one other candidate left in the race.

I would not be so sure about that, Senorita.

As you can see,

violence in this city is rampant.

Add to that the system failure on the bridge last night,

and it becomes crystal clear that Pueblo Grande is on the verge of collapse.

The only thing that will save it is new leadership.

Which is why I have decided to run for mayor

of Pueblo Dame.

Who to believe?

It looks like Zorro's voting for you, Bush.

Not for me.

Against Gloria Sheffield.

Even that masked Jupiter realizes what a deadly viper she's.

Come on.

We saw what her wealth and technology can do, how far she's willing to go.

Plus, the money was legally his to start with.

We made the right choice.

No, not the right choice.

Just the lesser of two evils.

He's worse than a virus.

Always corrupting our plans.

Just a minor glitch, but one that needs to be eradicated.

Don't worry, mother.

I'm already working on a new masking program.

Once I've IDed him.

Just delete El Zorro.

From my.

Show.

Oh, Zorro.