As one egg after another - and yet not 1:200 million - that's the probability that there is someone like Franka. Or like Vicky. Or like Bella. The three 12-year-olds are identical triplets and celebrities. Yet they couldn't be more different. When they can't take a step outside the door because of their fame, Mama Trablinburg flees with them to the flat country. There she wants to open an organic hotel in a dilapidated villa. The triplets are horrified: months of construction work, lousy WLAN, the three of them in a double bed? That must be a real thrill for the triplets! Whether Frankas wonderful consolation cocoa can fix the worst sisterly quarrel of all times?