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ADAPTED BY J. E. BRIGHT
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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 t
he
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 solidly
/> 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,
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