„I could start again about how unfair destiny, if there is something like that, has been to us. First it took our parents, then probably the only person in my life, who I still have something like veneration for. Although he brought this superhero-idea into my brothers' heads. And although he kicked the bucket in a very inglorious way. Y'know, Vince was a very smart, educated and a skillful man, but for any reason he didn't seem to know that, if you try to clean a toaster with a fork, you should pull the plug first. Whatever. One morning in 1993 someone knocked on our door and Mr. Pink entered our room.“

„Hello, you five. Did you sleep well?“ he asked.
Mego rubbed his eyes and mumbled something like: „ Yes, no, but when I'm fishing, it's cola.“
„That's nice“, sighed Mr. Pink, „because unfortunately I gotta tell you, that Vince died. So if you didn't have a good night, you probably won't the next few nights either. But you don't have to go to school for the next days and I will let you bring your breakfast to your room. If you got any questions, ask them. I leave you alone for now. Tell me, if you don't wanna be left alone. Have a nice da...no, nevermind.“
Mr. Pink left the room and closed the door behind him. The siblings were sitting upright in their beds. Even the twins, although they don't really got the situation and were just awake, because someone woke them up.
Hego looked at the alarm clock, next to his bed.
„Shortly after 5. It's been less than six hours since we saw Vince for the last time.“
„And what are we gonna do now?“ Shego asked.
Mr. Pink came back into the room. He held a envelope in his hand.
„It's me again. I totally forgot to give you this one. It's from Vince. He gave it to me a few months ago and in case of his death, I should give it to you. Well, he's dead, here is the letter. I got no idea what he wrote. I just give it to you and then I leave you alone. You know where you can find me.“
He gave Hego the letter and left the room again. For about a minute, nobody said or did anything. The siblings just looked at the letter in Hego's hand.
„Shall...I open it?“ asked Mego.
„No. No it's okay“, answered his big brother. Then he opened the envelope carefully and read the letter inside:

„Hey, my heroes. How are you? Well, now, if you are reading this letter, I'm probably dead. Boo! Scared? I'm just kidding. But I'm serious about my death. Now, at that point, when I'm writing this letter, I don't know of course, when I die, but I hope that I taught you everything important till then. If not, I want to give you two things on your way: Firstly: Practice, practice, practice! Even professionals practice! Secondly: Okay, that's it. Sorry, but I'm a better trainer than writer. And the fact, that I'm writing a letter, that you won't read before I'm dead, gives me the creeps. But now comes the important part. Go to the boiler room! There you will find a blue door with a 'Danger! High Voltage!'-sign on it. Walk through that door, but make sure that it is the blue door. Because behind the other doors with this sign, is really a lot of high voltage and I don't think that anyone wants to die because of electricity.“

„Bitter irony of life.“

„The room behind that door is empty. Look at the back wall for a brick with a carved exclamation mark on it. Behind it, you will find something very important for your further career as superheroes. Use it wisely, same for your powers. We will meet again, sooner or later. Vince Bigelow.“

„And so we went to the place, that he described in his letter.“

„There! I found the brick with the exclamation mark !“ called Mego.
„Are you sure that this is an exclamation mark?“ Shego asked. „Looks to me like a semicolon.“
„You are a semicolon. What's a semicolon?“
„Hey, don't fight, you two. Think about Vince. And to me, it looks like an exclamation mark.“
„Okay, so it's not a semicolon. But what are we gonna do with it now?“
„The letter says that something's behind it.“
„I know, but I mean, do we have to push or pull?“
Hego tapped a few times with his index finger against the brick.
„Sounds hollow.“
He tapped again. This time his finger was glowing and the brick crumbled like a cookie. Behind it was a cavity. Hego put his arm into the hole in the wall and got something out of it. It wasn't very big. It fits into his fist.
„A dead rat“, Hego whined. „Disgusting.“
„No“, said Shego.
„What, no?“
„It's not dead.“
„Squeak“, squeaked the rat, jumped out of Hego's hand and ran away.
„Let me do this.“
Mego shrinked to rat-size and climbed through the hole. He wasn't scared of rats, doesn't matter how big they were, because in the end, he was always bigger than them.
„You need some light?“ asked Hego.
„No, I'm shining bright enough. Hey, what's that?“
„More rats?“
„No, looks like a suitcase!“

„And now guess what was inside this mysterious suitcase, which has been behind a mysterious wall, with a mysteriously marked brick, which was absolutely useless, because we just had to tear down the whole wall.“

„I think“, Shego said, when she looked together with her brothers at the suitcase's content, „I never saw so much money before. Not in the real world. On TV. And in my dreams.“
„Hey, I guess, we had the same dream, sis.“
Hego shut the suitcase and took a deep breath.
„At first we have to calm down and we must realize, that Vince left us the money, so that we can use it responsible.“
„Yesyesyes, at first, we should count it.“
„Don't be so impatient, Mego. But you are right, we should count it first.“

„65 Million U.S. - Dollar, in small, unmarked bank notes and nobody knew where Vince got them from. This man was sometimes a parody of himself. You probably think that you can solve all of your problems with so much money, but in fact, they just started right now. For example Hego didn't let us spend some of the money if it wasn't for Team Go.“

One afternoon, Mego came into the room of his family. The twins were playing on their bed, Shego read a magazine and Hego did push-ups in the middle of the room.
„Hey Hego“, he said, „I take some money, I wanna go with some people to the movies.“
Hego asked: „From where do you wanna take the money?“
„From the suitcase?“
„No, I can't allow you this.“
„Why not?“
„The money is not for our personal enjoyment.“
„This has nothing to do with personal enjoyment. At least not generally. It's about image-cultivation. That dinosaur-movie is the theatrical event of the year and guess who hasn't seen it yet.“ He pointed with his thumbs at himself. „That's right. Mego hasn't seen it. So is Mego, that's me by the way, allowed to take some notes out of the case, to look not like a total idiot?“
„No. If you wanna go to the movies, you have to pay the ticket with the money, that Mr. Pink gives us every month. If you have already spent it, you have to wait till next month.“
Mego gritted his teeth and turned to his sister, who was hiding her mischievous smile behind a magazine.
„Shego?“
„Forget it.“
„But you don't know what I'm going to ask, sis.“
„Does it involve money?“
„Oh, not at all. Well, okay, maybe a little.“
„No.“
Mego teared his hair angry.
„This...is not fair! We got a suitcase with a content we could use to corrupt a politician, so that he could buy me a ticket for the film! Shego, you can not tell me that you think that this is okay!“
Shego lowered her magazine.
„I don't. But I had this discussion with our treasurer yesterday.“
„And such expensive pants from Club Banana are definitely worse than a ticket for a movie!“ said Hego.
„Does that mean that I can take some money for the movie?“
„No!“

„Shortly afterwards we faced another problem. Hego turned 18 years old and that means that he couldn't stay any longer at the orphanage, but he wasn't allowed to take us with him, because he could at that time impossibly care for four siblings and himself. Y'know, paragraphs, laws, regulations and stuff. This led Hego to his only illegal act.“

„So, you think you can care for your siblings because...?“
Mr Romero, the officer in charge of the youth welfare office, read bored in Hego's file.
Hego slid nervous on his chair. He wore a serious looking suit, to impress his opponent at least a little.
„Well, my huge sense of responsibility speaks for itself. I got here--,“ he put a small, gilded medal on the desk in front of him, „a decoration from school, for good behavior and constant attendance.“

„He was such a nerd.“

Mr Romero looked slightly at it, raised an eyebrow and said: „Yes, very nice.“
Hego cleared his throat.
„And I got here a letter of recommendation from Mr. Pink, the director of the Go City Orphanage.“
„Pink, well, well. A weird man, but a professional after all.“ He took the letter recommendation and put it the file without looking at it. „So you got at least one good point on your side. But what about the important things?“
„Pardon?“
„You have to provide for four siblings. Two of them are still toddlers.“
„Uhm, yes, but--.“
„Well, with a five-person household, you should own a placement in the right size. Can you afford this?“
„I...just got a job at Bueno Nacho.“
„So you are flipping burgers?“
„Not exactly. You can buy at Bueno Nacho--,“
„Declined.“
Hego jumped off his chair.
„What!?“
„Declined. Your siblings stay at the orphanage.“
„But...“
„Listen, it would be hard enough for you to take care for one child, with just a job at a fast food place, but four? Plus yourself?“
Mr. Romero grabbed the 'declined'-stamp, put it on the ink pad and just wanted to put it on Hego's file, as Hego suddenly held his wrist.
„Then...you force me to do something, that I won't be proud of.“
Hego released the wrist. Mr. Romero yawned.
„What do you wanna do? Beat me up? Okay, feel free to do so. Maybe I can get out of this...windowless dungeon this way. You don't know how much I hate this job! I always wanted to be wrestler, but unfortunately that never happened. Instead I'm sitting here and people, who I have mostly never seen in my life, are threatening me with violence every day! Some of them even want to kill me! Do you wanna kill me, too? Please, do it! DO IT! I can't stand this unventilated office any longer! The rusty squeak of the file cabinet! The unbearable heat in summer!“ He jumped with both feet on the desk and yelled: „I don't want this anymore!!!“
Hego looked at the door. Nobody ran with a shock into this office. No one screamed from the outside, that someone should call the police. It seemed like the other people here already knew this spectacle.
„Uhm, Mr. Romero, I don't want to beat you up. Or...“
„So what else do you wanna do to me?“
„See, I got here a suitcase. In it you will find one million dollar. It is all yours, if you give me the custody for my siblings.“
Mr. Romero adjusted his tie and came shamefaced down from the desk.
„You said one million?“
Hego opened the suitcase.
„In small banknotes.“
The man from the youth welfare took one of the batches out of the case and flipped through it. Then he put it back, closed the lid, put an 'approved'-stamp on the file and left hurried, with the words: „Have fun as head of your family!“ the office.
At first Hego smiled, but soon his smile became sad and he said to himself: „Oh great, I just bought an official over. Now I'm a criminal, too.“

„When Hego picked us up from the orphanage, it didn't took long till he confessed with tears in his eyes this dark spot on his clean slate to us. Well, we didn't cared that much about this, so we clapped him on the shoulder, said good bye to Mr. Pink and never came back. But this good surprise was followed by a bad one.“