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world she was talking about, the loudspeaker spoke again.
    “Okay, we’ve given you time to prepare to meet your doom, so, now that you
are
prepared to meet it, it is time for you to...uh... meet it.”
    “Would you just shut up and blast them already?!” another voice complained over the loudspeaker.
    “Give me back my microphone!” the first voice whined. “We agreed
I
was the one who got to tell the League of Big Justice to prepare to meet their doom! Why are you so mean? If you had a problem with it, you should have said something before!”
    “I
did
say something, and you started to cry!” the second voice snapped. “I just went along with this stupid plan to shut you up!”
    The bickering voices echoed through the loudspeaker, causing a feedback shriek. As the shrill sound died down, I could hear sniffling.
    “Oh, great!” A third voice came over the loudspeaker. “She’s crying again! I totally hope you’re happy.”
    “Ha! She always cries!” the second voice said. “’Cause you’re so mean!” the first voice barked. “Can I please finish now?”
    There was a moment of silence. Then the first voice cleared her throat. “ATTENTION LEAGUE OF BIG JUSTICE!” the voice boomed. “PREPARE TO MEET YOUR —”
    “Skip that part already!” the second voice yelled.
    I wasn’t about to wait around for our mysterious hosts to decide what doom we should meet and when we should meet it. Besides, meeting doom is bad enough. Meeting doom in my house where it can see embarrassing photos of me, which I know my mom would be all too eager to show, is like meeting doom’s doom.
    That’s just too much doom for one guy to take. Except maybe for Doom Doom Man. He had the power for people to meet
him.
Before he attacked, he would always shout stuff like “Prepare to meet me!” or “You have met your me!” and “Prepare to be covered in gooey maple syrup.” I don’t think maple syrup has anything to do with doom. I just think he liked to cover people in it.
    “We’ve got to get out of here before they attack,” I warned the Sidekicks. “We’ve got to protect my mom!”
    “And me!” Pumpkin Pete cried out from the closet. “I don’t want to be a pie!”
    “Oh, son! I’m so proud of you!” my mom gushed. “But maybe all these people need is a good talking-to — just someone to sit them down and set them straight.”
    “And give them a big hug,” Spice Girl added. “No! No hugs and no talking-to! These aren’t kids we’re talking about! They’re evil! They’re worse than evil! They’re evil with doom to be met! That doom may be a plan, it may be a horde, or it may just be a nasty bulldog with a bad attitude, but it’s still doom!” I zipped to the door and grabbed the knob. “Mom! Go hide somewhere!”
    “I got dibs on the closet!” Pumpkin Pete yelled out from the closet.
    “Once you’re safe, the Sidekicks and I will handle whatever waits beyond this door!” I continued. “Now who’s with me?”
    “Maaa pam mam papm mah mamm! Mam! Mam! MAM! MAM!” Boy-in-the-Plastic-Bubble Boy shouted.
    I leaned over to Spelling Beatrice. “Uh ...is he with me or against me?”
    “With you.”
    “Good.”
    My palms were sweaty. The doorknob felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. My heart pounded in my chest. “I don’t know what dangers wait for us beyond this door....I don’t know what evil lurks beyond these walls ...but one thing I do know is that we’re superhero sidekicks! Sworn to protect good! Sworn to right wrongs! Sworn to —”
    “Shut up and open the door already!” Boom Boy grumbled. “Always with the speeches, this guy.”
    I turned the doorknob and flung open the door, only to be faced with the most terrifying sight the world had ever seen . . .
    Teenage girls!
    “So, who wants to be destroyed first?” the tall one asked.

Chapter Eleven
    Mikey’s Summer Vacation

    “Allow us to introduce ourselves,” the tall girl continued. “We are the Brotherhood of Rotten