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My name is Gloria Sheffield

and I am running for mayor of Pueblo Grande.

You may ask yourself why the CEO and founder

of the multibillion dollar technologies company would fall?

Because this great city deserves better.

It is time for a change.

Mayor Martinez has allowed crime to run rampant.

And just said a lady.

And we ought to know since we wasn't.

The ones are doing it.

Those were good times.

Yeah, well, Madam Mayor bucks up.

There's pennies more.

The times is about to get even better.

Must the good people of Pueblo Grande.

They continue to live in fear.

Living in fear will seem like the good old days if you get elected.

I have challenged Mayor Martinez to a televised debate,

but he refuses to face me.

Ask yourself why?

Because he's a crook, not a fool.

I would be happy to debate my inexperienced opponent as soon as she

admits that her entire campaign is based on unsubstantial, hitting lives.

The citizens of public land.

They know that I am a man of my word.

A leader they know they can trust.

A mayor with proven experience.

Maybe.

But we've got a few surprises you haven't experienced yet, Mr.

Mayor.

We are in position, and I have the blimp in my sights.

Hold your fire.

We have a much better way to humiliate the mayor.

Ready, son?

Yes. I've hacked into the dirigibles on board controls.

Just say when.

When?

What's happening? Yes.

This is what I call a cool game.

Oh my God.

Slow down, you big bag of wind.

Whoa!

We got this all the night.

I should be close by.

Oh, Jackie.

Sounds like these are all

I've been to. Eagle's Nest. You.

And for all that's fair.

So even the best. Beware these sotto.

These games you tried to stay.

For them to fight all night is up for grabs. Oh.

So sorry.

Shut up!

Whoa, whoa.

I feel the need for me.

Oh, look.

Look. Oh!

What are you doing?

Bailing! Oh, wait.

You can't just leave me. Yeah.

Watch me now.

Oh, no.

Oh! That's fantastic.

Yellow belly.

You got.

Where's the pilot?

I'm looking at him.

Houston, we have a problem.

Why do you want to get our pals at Sheffield Technologies are behind it.

Not sorrow again.

Remember the last time, dear?

You don't want him to make you look like a fool again?

No way.

This time he's going down.

Go down!

Don't respond.

Ha ha!

Autopilot wiring diagram.

Oh, that's more like it.

Got the autopilot.

He's got control. The blimp again.

In other words, dear, you failed again.

Don Corsa, is the blimp still in range?

And the press can't see you.

Good.

Prepare to fire.

I think that we're safe for the moment.

Oh, you.

Come on.

No! Oh.

You sure about this?

Oh, whoa, whoa, wait a minute.

What are you doing?

Shooting out the other propeller.

And that helps. Out.

No. You're a mess, man.

Give me five.

I'm sorry.

Try this.

Perhaps after we've crash landed.

Did you say crash?

Glad you could drop in sea, man.

Where to?

The mayor's mansion. To work nicely.

Hasn't had enough bad press for one day.

I mean, I know he's no saint.

The glory Sheffield wins.

It's going to be the worst thing that's ever happened to Pueblo Gran.

Agreed, Senorita.

So perhaps we shouldn't let the blimp crash down

on any more innocent bystanders, Point taken.

And lo remember me.

You guys.

Not again.

I've had it with Sara in that whip.

Calm down.

The damage is done.

And Martinez will get the blame for all of it.

Trust me, you'll have another chance to destroy Zoro very soon.

And this time, I will make sure you don't fail.

For the last time.

Sergeant Garcia.

Where is my blimp?

Yeah.

Never mind.

I better cool it with the major blimp jokes.

Okay, but I always knew the mayor was a hot air.

You see?

Wow. Jack, think that up all by yourself?

Or did your mother help?

Hey, I admit she's the brains in the family.

Oh, I'm betting you're a lot smarter than you act, Jack.

Smart enough to know that her dad is going to lose big on Tuesday.

Unless the voters

figure out that your mother's an even bigger crook.

Come on, Jack.

Let's just go. Right.

Why waste time with losers?

Wow. I never thought I'd hear a de la Vega sticking up for my father.

Hey, I know your father is no saint, but if Gloria Sheffield

wins, it's going to be the worst thing that's ever happened to Puebla.

Grande.

Where have I heard that before?

Wait a minute.

All clear.

Yeah. Laces is dead.

Is a morgue.

Ooh, ooh.

Pleasant dreams. Amigos.

Perhaps I can be of assistance, senorita.

Wouldn't be the first time or the last.

I hope.

I have got to get

the name of your toy store.

This stuff belongs in a museum.

I don't get it.

Unfortunately I do. It's a trap.

Looks like

we got ourselves into a tight spot this time.

It's.

All perfectly still, Senorita.

And I was thinking you wanted to dance.

And perhaps after this.

Smooth movie, man.

But you could use a shave.

Then shall we get moving?

I can't believe it.

This guy's harder to exterminate than a roach.

Admittedly, Zoro and his little friend are proving smarter than we anticipated.

So I think it's time you refocus your efforts on unmasking them.

Did you ever finish your new program? Yes.

I modify the technology we use for high security scans.

So now I just need to access the motor vehicles.

Photo banks.

And the program will scan for matches.

Could take a while since there are millions of drivers in the city.

Then what are you waiting for, dear? Do it!

Yes, mother.

Every

day, Pueblo Grande is faced with a new crisis.

Bridges failing.

Traffic lights going haywire.

Citywide power outages.

Yeah, well, thanks to you, lady.

If that weren't bad enough, the mayor's own

blimp nearly destroyed half the town.

It's time for you to stop hiding, Mr.

Martinez, and agree to debate me.

Unless, of course, you want everyone in Pueblo Grande to think you're too afraid.

Just say where and when. Backstabbing.

I'll be waiting at our local TV station tonight at seven sharp.

Then we'll see what Mayor Martinez is

really made of.

Oh, yeah. Dad.

You'll do great in a debate.

Welcome to our live debate between the two candidates for mayor.

Miss Gloria Sheffield and Mayor Horace Martinez.

As winner of the coin toss.

Miss Sheffield will make the opening statement.

Thank you.

You know, friends, I don't believe there is much here to debate.

First, the lady demands the debate.

Then she gives up before we begin.

You've missed the point.

As usual, there is nothing to debate,

since the evidence against you is overwhelming.

The city's infrastructure is on the verge of collapse.

The Treasury is empty,

and over 50 million in taxpayer funds cannot be accounted for.

How do you explain that, Mr.

Mayor?

I don't, since not one word is true,

and I am certain the good people of Grundy know that

I am not only impeccably honest, but a man of honor and integrity.

Can you deny that the city's power grid is dangerously overloaded,

and that when it fails?

More unsubstantiated nonsense.

Get ready for some serious substantiating sucker.

The truth of what's going on.

Must be a power outage.

I believe this says it all.

See you at the polls. Wait.

We aren't finished.

Oh, we've got a power surge.

Oh, I think I've seen enough. Me too.

Oh my God!

Oh my God!

This can't be happening.

It's.

For you.

It's. Take my life.

Not yet.

I have it.

Everyone else gone? Yes.

They all made it out safely. Wait! Get off!

You can't be

now. Arriba, Senorita!

I'm sorry.

I suppose I should thank you.

Save it.

This is far from over. Zorro's right.

You can bet Gloria Sheffield will keep wreaking havoc on the city

until the polls close tomorrow night.

Are you saying she's somehow behind all the malfunctions?

Of course.

It all makes sense now.

Yeah.

To a twisted mind like hers or yours.

You have to stop her before she wins the election.

No sooner.

We must stop her before she harms the good people of Pueblo

Granby.

Investigators confirm

that last night's fire was caused by a malfunction in the city's power grid.

As we begin election day, similar incidents continue to plague our city.

Reports are flooding in.

Erratic traffic lights causing accidents.

Trains shutting down, trapping commuters.

Even the city's water mains are bursting.

It's as if the city itself is rebelling against Mayor Martinez.

We are experiencing technical difficulties.

Please standby. Yes.

Stand by while my clever boy makes Mayor Martinez look even more inept.

You know, mother, I could just hack into the voting machines for you.

No, dear.

It's better I win this one. Fair and square.

More or less. Gentlemen.

You're late.

Traffic lights were all messed up.

My bad.

I need you four to stir the pot a bit more.

A big heist on election day should clinch things.

What about the Zorro and scarlet width? Yes.

What about them, Jack?

I'm halfway through the DMV photo bank.

We should know who they are.

By the time you're making your victory speech.

Go and be sure your latest crime wave

makes the afternoon news.

With all the cops busy directing traffic.

Oh, we corrupt city halls today.

But isn't that exactly what you are doing?

Cinema? Yeah.

Stealing the sheet right out from under your old boss, the mayor.

So what if we is used to the enemy either way.

Right?

Well.

I do.

Hey, give me back!

Well, okay.

No thank you.

If it is, I do what you want.

It is a door you shut down.

Actually, what I really want is a nap.

But you can go first.

Yeah. Go.

You're wasting your time, as you know.

We'll be free by dinner.

Thanks to our new boss and her son.

This is a kid whiz kid.

Yeah.

And soon, some computer gizmo is going to shine.

Oh, you and the whipping girl really are. How

blabbermouth.

Amiga.

Come in.

Cell service is down again.

Nice work.

Jack. Hey!

Whatever happened to teamwork?

It's official.

Gloria Sheffield wins the election by a landslide.

Yo, boss.

Have you heard the news? Hit that demented dame again.

Hey, hey.

Yeah, I guess you have.

So what are you going to do?

For once, I finish packing up my office

and will begin my new career.

Hey. What's that?

Destroying Gloria Sheffield.

Bernardo.

Gloria isn't a computer genius.

It's Jack.

We know. Idiot. Now drink this.

You must keep up your strength.

You know how Bernardo deduced it had to be the sun.

Since Mrs.

Sheffield was on TV during most of the channel,

he's even figured out the young scoundrels password.

Let me guess. Mama's boy.

A puppet.

But no, it's dumb jock.

Well, genius Jack is running some kind of program that's going to I.D.

Zorro and Scarlett with.

A scan is nearly complete.

Just a few more minutes and presenting

the new mayor of Pueblo Grande.

Give mommy a hug. You.

Tell me you can stop.

I watched pot never boils.

Let's give Bernardo a wee bit of space.

I can't believe this is happening.

Now. All times when Pablo Grande is going to need Zorro and Scarlett

whip more than ever.

It's true. You.

Match.

Complete.

Gotcha! No!

What is the meaning of that?

It means someone with a warped sense of humor has hacked into our system.

Oh. Oh. Oh!

Oh, dear.

Pure genius. Bro.

So they still don't know who we are.

Wait a minute.

But you.

Do you know who Scarlett Lip really is?

And you weren't gonna tell me?

No, no.

Don't be getting in a huff.

It's okay.

I'm not mad.

I'm not really surprised either.

You're the real deal, bro.

I'm a true man of honor.

Hey, why didn't you run for mayor?

I used to dream of this day.

The end of Mayor Martinez.

But now Dream's turned into a nightmare.

Senorita.

Don't senorita me.

Not after you ditched me today.

Forgive me, but if I hadn't, our friends at Sheffield Technologies would.

Now know our true identities.

You're serious?

I would never lie to you.

Especially now that we're up against an even deadlier enemy.

With all Sheffield's power and resources, how can we ever stop her?

By combining our own resources.

But first, we have to trust each other completely.

Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?

Wait.

Are you sure?

I trusted you with my life often enough.

So why not?

This.

Diego de la Vega.

Surprised?

Not as much as you're going to be.

We're.

I knew it.

You. Saw so.

Shut up!