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When daggers are pointed at innocent hearts, and muskets are ready to fire.

When tyrants ride high and govern with fear, as the forces of evil

conspire. Then from out of the night, my hero must rise.

Thank

you.

Be careful, Diego.

Diego!

Now, Zorro would have landed nimbly on his feet.

You're hardly Zorro, my son.

Did you hurt anything?

Just my dignity.

I think it's time for a break.

I will go and prepare some fresh oysters.

That's an excellent idea. With this heat, it's more like July than Christmas

time.

Buenos dias, senor, senora.

Welcome to Los Angeles.

And welcome to my tavern.

Ah, the proprietor, eh? Ah,

splendid.

My wife and I need a room for the night, senorita.

Well, you happen to be in luck.

I have one left.

Welcome. Allow me to introduce myself.

Diego de la Vega.

Con mucho gusto, senor.

This is my father.

Alejandro.

Encantado.

I am... Senor Jones.

Yes. This is my way.

An honor, senor. I wonder if you could help. We are looking for the young boy

who wrote this letter.

A little boy.

Named Jaime Mendoza. Oh, little boy, I... I think there's been a mistake

Jaime Mendoza is a sergeant of the Royal Lancet.

Oh, how silly of me. He's a grown -up by now.

But unfortunately, he's out on patrol until this evening.

Oh, well, that's a pity, because we can't wait around to see him.

There's so much to do. So much to do, yeah.

We'll see him later.

Adios.

Adios. Adios.

Look at this, my angel. Why, I could carve a whole platoon of George soldiers

out of this.

You!

What do you think you're doing?

Just collecting some wood, senor. Why, tomorrow is Christmas Eve, you know. And

I have lots to do.

Well, that's us.

Arrest this man for trespassing and filtering firewood.

Senor, please don't arrest my husband. You see, tomorrow is... Senora, I am not

accustomed to jailing women in this pueblo.

But I will make an exception in your case if you interfere.

Is that clear?

Whatever will become of Christmas this year?

Accounting surely you're not going to detain Senor Jones for something as

trivial as a few sticks of firewood. Diego, theft is a crime, no matter how

trivial the loot.

But it's Christmas.

So what?

If my husband is kept in jail, the whole world is going to be disappointed on

Christmas morning.

Oh, Diego, I don't have time for this.

Our little meeting is over.

Adios.

I remember you.

You are that nasty lad from Cadiz. You used to steal your baby sister's present

every year.

Shame on you.

Senor Jones?

Oh, yes.

That's me, isn't it? Yes.

I was on patrol.

The alcalde said that you asked for me.

Jaime? Little Jaime?

Little Jaime?

No, no. I am a sergeant in His Majesty's Lancers.

But you did write me this letter.

Yes, but I was still in the orphanage. I was just 12 years old.

I've been meaning to drop by and thank you for some time, but I get so pity,

know.

You, you can't be here.

Of course I am.

You wrote to me, didn't you?

Yes, but I was just a little kid. I didn't know any better.

Do you think knowledge is more important than faith?

No. I mean, if it's true, if you are, and

if you don't get out of this jail tonight,

madre de Dios, that means all the children in the world are going to be

disappointed. Perhaps.

But Christmas would still come, and its meaning would not be diminished for one

of a few toys.

A child's faith is not so easily shaken, Jaime.

We have to let that old man go.

Are you telling me what to do, Sergeant?

No, no, Alcalde. It's just that Mr. Jones is somebody very special.

Just now, just now, when I was sitting there next to him, I felt something

strange, deep inside.

Heartburn, Sergeant. Too many tamales.

No, no. I mean, I felt good about myself.

About you.

About everyone.

Didn't you feel anything when you were with him?

Yes, as a matter of fact, I did. I felt intense anger.

Oh, Alcalde. What is it, Sergeant?

I feel funny fainted. You feel even funnier in the stocks.

Oh, of course he is.

And I am Don Quixote.

See, I never had a Feliz Navidad.

All the other children at the orphanage, they all got presents, but not me.

I wasn't very well liked.

Then, one Christmas morning, I woke up and by next to me on my pillow was this

little wooden soldier.

He was beautiful.

He was carved so beautifully, and he wore the uniform of a sergeant in the

Lantern. So that wooden soldier was your inspiration.

Well, who gave it to you?

Don't you see, though, Alejandro, it had to be him, Señor Jones.

This is getting out of hand, Sergeant. I'm sorry. Look, we're good friends, and

you're a grown -up, but this thinking, it's a bit naive.

You know, Father, maybe this world wouldn't be so harsh a place if we all

on to the innocence we had as children.

Oh, come on, Dick.

Well, sure, you don't believe it.

Well, the Sergeant believes it. I think that counts for something.

I don't know who the Joneses are, but I do know they need our help.

Who knows?

Maybe Zorro will break the old fella out of jail.

Must we always rely on Zorro to help us solve our problems for us?

I say we get Senor Jones out of the Alcalde's clutches and we do it on our

Now, who's with me?

I'm with you. Me too.

You're all out of your minds.

Father, are you willing to risk the happiness of thousands of children all

the world? And are you willing to risk prison?

Or maybe worse?

Just because of this old man?

What if that old man really is Santa Claus?

Oh.

It is Christmas, Cartman.

All right.

Let's help the old man get back to work. Come here.

Gracias, amigo.

Mil gracias.

I think I have a plan.

And if plan B doesn't work, we go to plan C. That's a wonderful idea,

Brilliant.

Do you mind if I make one or two suggestions here? Diego, please.

It's perfect.

Ah, senora.

Senora, we've come up with an idea to free your husband, senora Claus.

You know who I am.

We're always so careful to travel incognito.

To blend in with the local surroundings.

Your husband himself told me.

You see, I am Jaime Mendoza.

You! You are little Jaime.

Oh, you little sweetheart.

These are your friends.

Oh, you're all so kind to offer us your assistance.

I don't know how we're ever going to be able to repay you.

Well, we're in the middle of a stifling heat wave.

Could you possibly manage some colder weather?

Yes, it would be wonderful, just once, if we could have a white Christmas.

Yes, and the Alcalde is going to make things even hotter around here if we

execute Victoria's plan to perfection.

Tell me, Senora, why did you come all this way just to see Mendoza?

Because Christmas is a time for family and friends.

Back there in the orphanage, little Jaime had no one in the world.

And yet his letter wasn't angry or selfish.

It was full of love.

And hope.

Everybody, must prepare for tomorrow.

Yes, Zorro could rescue Senor Jones.

Victoria's plan has more holes in it than old cheese.

Don't you feel the camaraderie in this room?

People want to help. They feel good about helping.

Isn't that what Christmas is all about?

I don't think we can take that away from them.

But make sure Zorro's things are nearby, just in case.

Christmas is a time for giving, and it is a time for goodwill toward men.

Unfortunately, it is also a time that Zorro will choose to perpetrate some

of his dastardly acts, and that is why we will all be on duty tomorrow.

That is also the reason why I have chosen today to give to each and every

you the most meaningful gift you will ever receive in your lifetime.

A volume of verses written by myself.

All right.

Go, Midnoth.

Go.

Recluster of compadres.

Don Ricardo's barn is burning.

It's on fire, look. Well,

as I recall, Sergeant Don

Ricardo is delinquent in paying his taxes, isn't he?

And shall I deprive these men of a cultural pinnacle in their lives for the

of a tax evader?

No, I think not.

Plan B.

Okay, Diego.

You said you always wanted to be more like Zora.

Now it's your turn. I don't think Zora would have ever did anything quite like

this. I must get all good, Fabius.

You may have unfortunately lost.

But strive on, strive on. The rain and wind and frost.

Scrubbed, polished.

Alcalde, alcalde, alcalde.

Don Diego's horse has gone loco.

No. Here he comes.

Help!

Easy, boy. Down.

Down, boy. Easy.

He's going to break his neck.

Well, wouldn't that be a heartbreak?

Help!

I am taking names!

Sergeant, you interrupt this poetry recital once more and this will be

You did your best, Don Diego.

Oh, dear.

It looks as if my husband will never get out of jail.

And tonight is Christmas Eve.

We still have plan D.

Oh, this time it'll work. Don't worry, little manager.

You are not going to keep these good men from a wondrous experience that they

will remember for the rest of their lives.

Well, you're not going to get away with it, Sir. Because the only

thing that would keep me from continuing my poetry recital is if Zorro himself

came up behind me, tapped me on the shoulder, and said, Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Alcalde. Put that down.

I'm most impressed.

It's nice to know our Alcalde is a man of culture.

You're versed with a part too ethically or crude.

Can't you do any higher journey sort of?

Very

good.

I wish I had time to read it.

You know, You should give a copy to Diego de la Vega. He's a poet, too,

he?

Diego de la Vega. He's capable only of writing soft morning... Ripple!

You know, Alcalde, I think your fencing is actually improving.

Since it's Christmas, and they say it's better to give than to receive, let me

give you this.

Please thumb it out.

Remember, as long as you continue to believe, your faith will keep us all

I'm happy to say you all passed with flying colors.

Especially you, little Jaime.

Here, here.

Merry Christmas. May your wishes come true, Mr.

and Mrs. Claus.

Is it just me or is it getting a little colder in here?

No, you're right.

No.

It couldn't be.

It hasn't snowed in Los Angeles in living memory.

I see it, Sergeant. I just don't believe it.

That's exactly what we all have to do, Don Alejandro. Believe.

The Sergeant's right.

We must never lose that flame, no matter how old we are.

That devil? I found it just inside the door.

It looks like plum pudding.

This is wonderful.

Dear Santa Claus, my name is Jaime Mendoza.

I am 12 years old, and I am writing to thank you for the toy soldier you left

my pillow.

When I grow up, I am going to be a soldier, and I hope that you will be

me. It was such a lovely gift.

You didn't bother to bring me anything next year.

Instead, would you please make sure that all the poor people in the pueblo have

enough to eat on Christmas Day?

A Christmas plum pudding would be nice for each of them.

I will say a novena for you and Mrs. Claus.

Feliz Navidad, your amigo Jaime Mendoza.