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Spinjitzu training with Kendo gear is all part of being a ninja. After all, if you want to be a master of fire you have be prepared to take some hits.

“That’s one small plate for a Minifigure, one giant brick for minifigure-kind!” All his life, the Astronaut has been obsessed with exploring outer space. He read every book he could find about the space program, built his own pretend rocket-ships out of spare bricks, and even tried eating the astronaut way – out of a tube. That got messy fast. Now that he’s made his way through real astronaut training, the Astronaut is finally on his way to his first new planet. He can’t wait to get there! He’s brought a flag to plant on the surface and everything. He wonders if he’ll encounter any unusual life forms when he arrives. If he does, he hopes they like the spiffy new beard he grew during his long space voyage!

“I’ve never seen one finer than this! I rate it a 6 out of 10.” The ever-critical Connoisseur is the world’s greatest master of good taste. His vast knowledge extends to fashion, architecture, cuisine, and which colors go well with which other colors (black and white with a hint of red are the best, of course). All of the most successful artists, designers and interior directors go to him for advice and opinions, and he is more than happy to share his personal appraisals of their work. The Connoisseur may be hard to please, but if he likes what you’ve done, then you can be sure that you’ll have a lifelong fan – that’s why he’ll only eat baguettes freshly baked by the Gourmet Chef. Want to know the secret to a positive review? Make something that will impress his beloved French bulldog. Try showing them your latest custom LEGO® brick creation and see what they have to say!

That rarest of rare doctors, the general practitioner-surgeon-pediatrician-anesthesiologist-orthopedist-E.N.T-allergist, Dr. Julius Hibbert is Springfield’s only competent physician. Then he lets out one of his trademark jolly chuckles moments after delivering bad news to a patient, and you have to wonder if maybe Springfield has ZERO good doctors.

With the help of the Bat-Merch Gun, Batgirl™ has been covered head-to-toe in collectible Batman™ merchandise. She’s got it all – the ultra-fashionable hoodie, the limited-edition utility belt, and even fistfuls of officially licensed Bat Bucks, accepted at participating stores all across Gotham City. This stuff may not help her fight crime, but it could definitely improve her social media presence!

“I’ll get out of this Plutonian pickle with some trusty space know-how!” The Retro Space Hero is an old-school space adventurer, full of vim and vigor and unstoppable enthusiasm for saving the day from galactic villains and outer-space menaces. He lives in a constantly thrilling universe full of hurtling asteroids (that look a little like construction paper hanging from strings), atomic-powered spaceships (never mind that their rocket trails resemble the fog from dry ice), and ultra-scientific vitamin breakfasts (plus some scrambled eggs and toast, or he’ll be hungry all morning). Each day for the Retro Space Hero starts with an emergency interplanetary alert and ends with a spine-tingling cliffhanger. Will his rocket be plunging into a bottomless black hole, facing down a fleet of flying saucers, or hurtling toward an unknown mystery planet? He’s never sure, but he always knows that whatever happens, he’s guaranteed to have a futuristic new adventure!

A good Dark Knight Detective is prepared for any eventuality. Maybe he’ll have to travel back in time to the Paleolithic era. Maybe he’ll need to go undercover as part of a museum exhibit. Maybe he’ll fight a bad guy who’s really scared of leopard-print fabrics. Either way, Batman™ is ready for prehistoric action thanks to his totally old-school caveman costume!

Her rise to top general was paved by many generals before her, and constantly under threat of being most likely to get fired out of a volcano when things go wrong. Can she find the ultimate weapon to take down NINJAGO before it's too late?

“I’ve got bad news, and more bad news…” Poor Banshee. It’s not her fault that her job is to warn people about bad news in their future. And she does it very well, with all of the woeful weeping and wailing that you might expect from an ancient spirit of ill omen. But nobody likes to hear her tidings of misfortune, and so she finds herself unwelcome wherever she goes. It’s hard to make friends when you’re compelled to inform your fellow Minifigures that they’re going to stub their toes, or misplace their phones, or forget to water their plants. It’s not like the Banshee causes the problems herself; she’s just cursed with the ability to see that they’re going to happen. For some reason, though, everybody seems to blame her anyway. On the bright side, she’s recently become pen pals with the Sad Clown, who just loves getting bad news!

This washed-up warrior may be a little green around the gills, but he is still willing to go ‘kraken’ the whip, wading into battle to defend Apocalypseburg.