LEGO DC Super Heroes: Justice League - Attack of the Legion of Doom! Page #2

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on their feet after all.

Gorilla Grodd swings

past the Robe-gators.

But this next section

is going to drive him bananas.

Ooh. Man-Bat swatted

like a man-gnat. Ha-ha-ha. Man-gnat.

We're coming up

to the Deadly Doughnuts.

And Cheetah gets dunked.

Joker's right on time to catch the bus.

Ha-ha-ha. This course is a monster...

...and it looks like

it just got the best of Penguin.

That was priceless.

Too good. Too good.

This contest is over.

Wait a minute.

There's one competitor missing.

Uh, who is this guy again?

Deathstroke the Terminator.

- Most impressive.

-Maybe he should be the leader.

Thank you.

Huh?

We made it.

Unfortunately,

we only have six parking spots...

...so goodbye.

Congratulations. You're in.

And welcome to all our new members.

Keep your kudos, Lex.

What we want is crime.

And so you shall have it, Cheetah.

This is a covert government facility

known as Area 52.

Don't you mean Area 51?

The old Area 51 was shut down.

This is the new 52.

It is a top secret government base...

...full of advanced experimental weaponry

and confiscated alien technology.

They don't want any of it

falling into the wrong hands.

And by the wrong hands, heh-heh

they mean our hands.

Quite so.

Legion of Doom, prepare for evil.

Yeah.

Aah! Ooh!

Have Cyborg's functions terminated?

No, (By-bot, I'm not dead.

I was working on some new upgrades

for the hall, but I'm a little distracted.

What is Cyborg's malfunction?

Well, I kind of made

a big, stinky mess today.

I'm not sure the others want me around

right now.

Cyborg designed Cy-bot

to clean and perform chores.

Cy-bot will clean

Cyborg's big, stinky mess.

You're right, Cy-bot.

I need to clean up my own messes.

Help.

Hey, guys, I just wanted to apolog--

Wha--

Whoa.

You guys got new outfits!

Superman, you're wearing your underwear

on the inside?

Nice choice.

And, Batman, shiny new armor

for the Dark Knight.

Wonder Woman, patriotic as always,

but more understated.

Flash and Hal, well...

You haven't changed a bit.

My costume

is an indestructible construct.

And why mess with perfection?

Am I right, princess?

Pfft. You'd better be indestructible

with that jewelry slowing you down.

You can't beat a costume

that screams "fastest man alive."

So why don't you brush off,

faster than any man alive?

- What the--? Hey.

-Heh.

Whoa, whoa, I don't understand.

What's going on here?

Our former costumes were ruined

with a permanent stench.

It compromised our effectiveness

as crime-fighters.

Right, because it's my fault

your old ones got all stinky.

Nonsense.

We all needed a change.

Why don't we come up

with something new for you too?

- We can't, Wonder Woman.

-Why?

Cyborg doesn't wear clothes.

- The trouble alert.

- Justice League, this is General Lane...

...commanding officer of Area 52,

a top secret government installation.

We are under attack

from person or persons unknown.

But it's probably alien.

You say that like it's a bad thing, general.

Just get over here and take a--

Let's go. I can feel myself

growing older just standing here.

Not so fast, Flash.

Batman is the duly-elected leader.

This is his call.

Prepare the Javelin for launch.

Look alive, team,

we've entered Area 52 airspace.

Ooh. A top secret government compound

loaded with top secret technology...

...and located in a top secret location.

How'd you even know where to find it?

-Il'm--

-Batman.

Right? Gotcha.

Hmm.

It's quiet.

Too quiet.

Except for the theremin music.

Cyborg, would please stop it?

Sorry, I was just having a little bit 0--

Truck!

Welcome to your defeat, Justice League.

Defeat at the hands

of the Legion of Doom.

Copyright and trademark.

Ah! Legion of Doom?

- Petrified Pandora.

-Villains working together?

- I did not see that coming.

-I did.

Destroy them.

Justice League, move out.

You heard our captain. Let's move.

Superman, your league is no match...

...for the Legion of Doom!

You should've joined

the Legion of Bad Marksmanship.

The Legion of Doom

will have your heads.

Tails. You lose.

Hold still, you fidgety flibbertigibbet.

Flibbertigibbet? What's a flibbertigibbet?

Ooh!

Oh, no.

It's no use trying to hide from me, Grodd.

Who's hiding?

I'm just getting a feel for my new ride.

Hey, I felt that.

School's in session, youngster.

Well, here's my homework.

Ooh!

Class dismissed.

Hey, Sinestro.

Here comes your worst nightmare.

My worst nightmare involves

public speaking in my underwear.

You're not even close.

All aboard the Haymaker Express.

Ha-ha. Ticket punched.

Take this, you parasitic pinball.

Missed me. Nice try.

Better luck next time.

Full tilt, loser.

Now to finish off the half-man.

So, Robot Man, is that all you can do?

Sit there while the real men do the work?

Stupid elevator.

Come on. Open. Open.

Impossible.

I have this thing turned up to 11.

Forget your worthless Earth technology,

Luthor.

Enter this boom tube.

It is an inter-dimensional gateway

controlled by this Father Box.

Yet another gift of Darkseid.

Why didn't you just boom tube us here

from the Hall of Doom?

It is not my will

that your legion knows of me, yet.

Come. You are wasting time.

Could've saved a lot of time

if we hadn't flown here.

It was a three-hour flight

from Slaughter Swamp...

...and Manta's ship smells like a wharf.

Impressive technology.

With these tubes, I could take over the--

You will take over this pitiful world

with the tools I give you.

I am happy to accept your aid. For now.

What was that?

Oh, I said I like to put Band-Aids

on cows.

Sub level 13. Hardware. Underwear.

Forbidden alien technology.

Hold it right there, you alien weirdo.

I knew it.

Aliens trying to take over the planet.

Well, sorry, pal,

not on General Sam Lane's watch.

How quaint.

Correction. Hardware. Underwear.

Unconscious paranoid generals.

The cylinder is right over there.

Go.

Incredible.

Unh.

Did somebody get the license number?

Oh, is your space jewelry not cutting it,

Hal?

Here, let me show you

how to get your hands dirty.

Huh? Huh?

Oh, no!

There. That ought to take the chill out--

You two are about to become

the brave and the cold.

This jobs calls for something dull

and blunt.

Hey)'-

Ha-ha-ha. Huh?

Are Batarangs all you've got, Batman?

You should know, Black Manta, that I'm

trained in the secret skills of martial arts.

Your lasers and armor are no match

for the ancient vibrating palm technique.

Surrender now.

Here's your answer, fool.

Oh, no, my battery.

Cat.

You frustrating feline, I can't see!

Legion of Doom, mission accomplished.

Let us make our victorious retreat.

What's Lex got there?

Nothing good.

Oh, no, you don't.

Back for another lesson, Robot Boy?

Here's a pop quiz.

You failed.

Once again, it's up to me to clean up

after lesser people's messes.

They're getting away.

Nobody steals government property

while I'm around.

Superman, you okay?

Those afterburners really pack a punch.

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