(sucking a pacifier, holding a tiny wooden sword): "Goo-goo-gah… Zorro!"
"Two babies, one zorro, and no sleep. This is my greatest mission yet."
Cut to: Zorro sneaking into the enemy fort. Instead of carving "Z" into the wall… he writes "Zzz" because the babies finally fell asleep.
(wearing a napkin as a mini cape): "Wahhh! El Comandante took our rattle!"
Zorro sighs, adjusts his mask, and picks them up—one under each arm.
Suddenly, two baby baskets slide down a ramp made of a loose clothesline—crash-landing right at his boots.
Scene: A moonlit Mexican pueblo. Zorro (in his classic black mask and cape) stands on a rooftop, sword in hand.