Justice League vs. Bizarro League (LEGO DC Super Heroes: Chapter Book) Read online

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  e-ISBN 978-1-338-04610-6

  First printing September 2015

  Chapter 1:

  superman’s

  twin?

  It was a sunny day

  at the playground in

  Metropolis. Children laughed as they raced around

  the equipment, playing on a merry-go-round shaped

  like an octopus. Their mothers chatted on benches at

  the edge of the sand, drinking coffee. Behind them in

  the parking lot was a line of identical SUVs.

  The mothers sipped their coffees . . . and gasped

  as they spotted a blue blur whiz above the city,

  circling the golden globe atop the Daily Planet Building.

  “Look!” the first mother shouted. “It’s Superman!”

  The being swooped down. He looked like a brutish,

  twisted version of Superman. The mothers screamed

  as the monstrous creature laughed harshly. Then he

  crash-landed, giggling, in the sand.

  The children shrieked as they saw the scary

  thing laughing in the playground.

  The messy monster became alarmed. He stared

  at the kids on the merry-go-round as they hollered

  in the octopus’s spinning arms. “Bizarro save tiny

  people from tentacle creature!” he growled.

  The kids screamed again as Bizarro barreled

  toward the twirling octopus. He yanked it free. Bizarro

  Superman!

  grappled with the octopus, and children toppled into

  the sand. “No like calamari!” he hollered.

  The mothers hopped, shrieking in alarm. Kids

  were crying everywhere.

  Bizarro gave the roundabout a solid shake, and

  two kids flung free, sailing into the sky.

  Another blur whooshed down toward the kids.

  It was the real Superman!

  He caught the children, gathering them safely in

  his grasp as he hovered. Superman lowered, easing

  the kids onto the sand.

  The mothers sighed with relief as they saw their

  MY BABY!

  children giggling next to Superman.

  “Don’t worry,” said Superman. “They’re just fine.”

  “Thank you, Superman!” cried his mother. “You

  saved my child from your crazy brother!”

  “Oh no,” said Superman, laughing awkwardly.

  “That’s not my brother. It. . . I mean, he was created

  when Lex Luthor hit me with a duplicator ray.”

  Bizarro smacked the octopus roundabout hard

  against the blacktop.

  “Excuse me,” Superman said. He zoomed over.

  “Bizarro, put that down,” he ordered.

  “Bizarro put down,” said Bizarro. He hurled the

  octopus spinner overhead. It wheeled straight up

  until it vanished. He smiled proudly.

  Superman rubbed his forehead. “Down means up.

  Up means down. Why does everything have to be

  backward with you?”

  “Bizarro help Superman!” argued Bizarro, sur-

  prised. “Save Metropolis from tentacle creature!”

  “Why is it every time you try to help,” asked Super-

  man, “Metropolis ends up destroyed? That octopus

  isn’t a creature. It isn’t even an octopus. It’s not dan-

  gerous!” He sighed.

  That was when the octopus merry-go-round

  returned to Earth. It slammed into the SUVs in the

  parking lot, smashing the vehicles into hundreds of

  tiny bricks. The SUVs broke into rubble, jumbling their

  pieces together in a heap.

  “Ha-ha-ha,” said Bizarro. “Boom!”

  “My car!” a mother squealed. “Do you know how

  long it took me to assemble that? There were, like, so

  many bricks!”

  Another mother pointed her finger at Superman.

  “Can you take your identical twin somewhere else?”

  “Twins! Oh no,” Superman said. “He’s actually the

  opposite of me in every way.”

  Superman flew over to Bizarro.

  “Bizarro save Metropolis!” Bizarro cheered.

  “Bizarro save home!”

  “You sure did,” said Superman, shaking his head.

  Then he looked up into the sky. “You know,” he told

  Bizarro, “I recently discovered a place that needs

  your help even more than Metropolis.”

  Bizarro’s eyes blazed. “Let’s not go!”

  Superman nodded. “Follow me,” he said, lifting off.

  “I mean”—he corrected himself—“don’t follow me.”

  As Superman flew out of the playground and

  zoomed high above Metropolis, Bizarro kept close

  behind.

  Chapter 2:

  bizarro

  world

  Bizarro trailed Superman

  up through

  Earth’s atmosphere, past our solar system, and into

  the deep void of outer space.

  Traveling at super-speed, they soon passed far-

  out stars into uncharted darkness.

  Superman glanced at a handheld navigational

  computer. He studied the star charts.

  “Should be around...” he muttered. Then he spot-

  ted what he was looking for.“Ah, right there.”

  A planet appeared as Superman and Bizarro flew

  toward it.

  It was an enormous rocky cube floating in space.

  Superman dived down, soaring into the cubic

  planet’s atmosphere. Freaky lights
flashed in the

  planet’s clouds, shining in kaleidoscopic colors.

  Both Bizarro and Superman gasped, star-

  tled, when the little computer in Superman’s grasp

  suddenly fizzled and shattered, floating away in

  broken pieces.

  Their entry through the atmosphere became more

  turbulent as they traveled toward the rocky surface

  below. Superman was badly shaken up. Bizarro gig-

  gled at the bouncy descent.

  “Where you take Bizarro?”

  “Somewhere you can’t get into trouble,” replied

  Superman. “This planet’s physics are a little back-

  ward . .. just like you.It’s going to be the perfect

  home.”

  Bizarro gazed out on the empty alien landscape.

  “Home Metropolis,” he grunted. “How I save Daily

  Planet? How I save people here?”

  “Hmm,” said Superman, rubbing his chin. He

  scanned the area, noticing the huge golden crys-

  tals dotting the desert. “Watch this.” He carved

  crystals with his heat vision. Superman stacked the cut

  crystals until they resembled a jagged version of the

  Daily Planet Building with its signature globe. “Just

  like the one on Earth,” he told Bizarro. “What do you

  think?”

  Bizarro stared blankly at the teetering rocks.

  With lasers from his eyes, Superman etched a

  simple smiley face on to a small crystal by the base of

  the rocky tower. Then he sliced a chunk of the globe

  that

  tickled!

  and it slid down toward the smiley crystal below.

  “Bizarro!” called Superman. “That citizen is in trouble!”

  Bizarro rocketed to catch the falling rock before it

  brained the stone citizen.

  “You nothing to worry for, citizen,” Bizarro said with

  a grin. “Bizarro keep safe.” He patted the smiling crys-

  tal on the back. Its head popped off. “I think I kill him!”

  Superman replaced the citizen’s stone head. “He’ll

  be just fine,” he said. “He just needs to rest at home.”

  His eyes gleamed with an idea. “Can you build him a

  home, Bizarro?”

  Hmm . . .

  Nodding excitedly, Bizarro shouted, “Bizarro build!”

  Superman hovered above the planet’s severe sur-

  face. “I would wish you good luck, Bizarro,” he said,

  “but you’d take it the wrong way.”

  He took off back toward Earth, leaving Bizarro

  alone in his new home.

  Chapter 3:

  going

  bananas

  All was quiet

  from Bizarro for a year.

  In the meantime, Superman and his powerful

  friends in the Justice League stayed busy saving

  Metropolis.

  One day the citizens ran screaming down the

  streets when the monstrous Giganta stomped across

  the city. With every thudding step she took, cars

  bounced. Giganta was eight stories tall and wore a

  leopard skin like a cavewoman.

  Giganta shook the Daily Planet Building. “I got

  news for you!” she thundered. “Print is dead.” With

  a mighty heave, she pushed the entire tower. The

  building slowly toppled.

  Superman swooped in and caught the building.

  “This skyscraper is heavy.”He pushed the building

  upright.

  “Now Clark Kent doesn’t have to look for a

  new job,” Superman muttered. Giganta, scowling,

  raised her fist to punch Superman. A golden lasso

  circled her wrist.

  Wonder Woman yanked her lasso from where she

  stood atop her Invisible Jet. Giganta fell backward,

  plopping down with a thud. “Giganta, this is no way

  for a lady to act,” scolded Wonder Woman.

  “Or dress.

  Animal prints are so last season.”

  “Leopard spots are the new black,” replied

  Giganta.“And I’m going to make you black and blue!”

  She swung a vast fist.

  Wonder Woman hovered out of the way on her jet.

  “If you say so!”

  Giganta climbed back on her feet, punching at

  Superman and Wonder Woman as they ducked and

  fought around her.

  Nearby, Gorilla Grodd stood on the ledge

  of a building. He wore his mind-control helmet.

  Gorilla Grodd smiled up at the rampaging Giganta.

  “The perfect distraction for the perfect plan,” he

  declared.

  Grodd pressed a button on his helmet and

  telepathic energy waves circled out. He was con-

  trolling three villains—Deathstroke, the Penguin, and

  Captain Cold. Each carried crates out of a warehouse.

  “The Justice League will never figure out what I’m

  really up to,” hooted Gorilla Grodd.

  “Let me take a shot at it,” said Batman. He leaped

  between the gorilla and the villains. “You’re using your

  mind-control helmet to turn Giganta, the Penguin,

  Deathstroke, and Captain Cold into your henchmen.

  So while Giganta wreaks havoc on Metropolis you

  get your real prize.”

  “Pretty good guess,” Grodd snarled. He reached

  up to press a button on his helmet.

  Before he could touch it, a pair of rocket-powered

  metal hands snatched the helmet off the big goril-

  la’s head. The hands carried the helmet back to their

  owner, Cyborg.

  “Booyah!” Cyborg cheered. “Batman knew you’d

  try that. So he had me snatch your hypno-helmet.” He

  crushed it in his fist. “He’s just so smart.”

  The Penguin squawked as his brain cleared.

  That’s cold,

  man.

  “Grodd had us under mind control.”

  Batman hurled another Batarang, which sliced the

  lid off a crate.

  Dozens of bananas tumbled into the street.

  “Nobody makes a monkey out of me,” Deathstroke

  seethed. “Let’s get out of here!”

  While the villains scurried away, Grodd reached

  into another crate and pulled out a scary-looking

  weapon. He shot laser beams at Batman and Cyborg.

  Batman flipped away from the deadly beams.

  Gorilla Grodd opened the third crate, and put on

  the jet pack inside. He blasted into the sky.

  Batman strapped on his own rocket-powered

  backpack. “Stay put, rookie!” he ordered Cyborg. He

  took off after Grodd, past where Giganta was squeez-

  ing Wonder Woman’s Invisible Jet and Superman in

  her enormous fists.

  The newest Green Lantern, Guy Gardner, arrived

  in a big green bubble floating over a nearby park.

  “Let me show you how a

  real hero does it!” he an-

  nounced. He shined his

  power ring, creating a

  gigantic glowing copy of

  himself, which he could

  pilot from inside its head.

  Wonder Woman rolled

  her eyes. “Wow, look,

  Superman,” she said. “Guy

  Gardner finally made something as big as his ego.”

  Guy leaped at Giganta, but she was ready for him.

  “Say hello to the agony of defeat!” she shouted.

  Giganta kicked Green Lantern, connecting solid
ly

  Aw, I wish

  I had a

  jet pack.

  with her gargantuan foot.

  Green Lantern tumbled backward and slammed

  upside down against a building. His giant creation fiz-

  zled, and he fell down and landed hard on his head.

  “Ow,” he said.

  At least he had distracted Giganta enough for

  Wonder Woman and Superman to gain the advan-

  tage in their battle with her.

  Green Lantern and Superman buzzed around

  Giganta’s head, and when she swung her fists at

  them, she tripped over the golden wire and fell over.

  “Wrapping things up here,” radioed Wonder

  Woman from her jet as she wrapped her lasso around

  Giganta’s feet.

  Using his power ring, Green Lantern created

  handcuffs big enough to hold her enormous wrists.

  With Giganta under control, Superman contacted

  Batman. “How’s it going with that big gorilla?” he

  asked. “Need any help?”

  In their jet-pack chase, Batman whooshed after

  Gorilla Grodd, tossing Batarangs. “I don’t need any

  help from you,” Batman replied rudely.

  Gorilla Grodd plunged through a pack of Boy

  Scouts, tumbling them into the air.

  With lightning-fast reflexes, Batman hurled a doz-

  en manacles, chaining the Boy Scouts together. He

  caught the whole matrix of scouts before they could

  fall. Then he took a shortcut, heading off Gorilla

  Grodd with the connected pack of Boy Scouts.

  Gorilla Grodd got tangled in the scout chain. All

  the little boys clung to the gorilla, pummeling him

  with their little fists.

  Batman lowered the ball

  of Boy Scouts to the sand

  in the park, with Grodd

  unmoving in the middle.

  The scouts all cheered, and

  Batman pinned merit badges

  on their uniforms.

  “Great takedown,” Superman complimented

  Batman as he landed beside him. “But maybe next

  time, instead of using children to stop super-villains,