Aqui los hijos de los hijos de los heroés se ponen pelucas y comienzan a Cantar y a bailar :Rotten to the core:

They say I'm troubleThey say I'm badThey say I'm evilAnd that makes me gladA dirty no-goodDown to the boneYour worst nightmareCan't take me homeSo what there's mischiefIn my bloodCan you blame me?I never got no loveThey think I'm callousA low-life hoodI feel so uselessMisunderstoodMirror, mirror on the wallWho's the baddest of them all?Welcome to my wicked world, wicked worldI'm rotten to the core, coreRotten to the coreI'm rotten to the core, coreWho could ask for more?I'm nothing like the kid next, like the kid next doorI'm rotten to the, I'm rotten to theI'm rotten to the coreCall me a schemerCall me a freakHow can you say that?I'm just unique!What, me a traitor?Ain't got your backOh, we're not friends?What's up with that?So I'm a misfitSo I'm a flirtI broke your heartI made you hurtThe past is pastForgive, forgetThe truth isYou ain't seen nothing yetMirror, mirror on the wallWho's the baddest of them all?Welcome to my wicked world, wicked worldI'm rotten to the core, coreRotten to the coreI'm rotten to the core, coreWho could ask for more?I'm nothing like the kid next, like the kid next doorI'm rotten to the, I'm rotten to theI'm rotten to the core