Regular 2015:

"I told you I was framed! FAMED!" Griff grabbed the bars of his cell and looked outside angrily. The police shut the door between their room and Griff's cell, trying to shut out the noise. "FRAMED!"

"Would you shut up, Griff?" Spike said, who was sitting in the corner of her cell half hidden in shadows. Her eyes loomed up to the boy who had been the leader of their gang, yelling like a lunatic over to the police who couldn't even hear him anymore. "I knew we shouldn't have picked him." She muttered.

"Don't go telling me to shut up! Now... shut up!" Griff finally stopped yelling and leaned against the bars instead. Spike rolled her eyes and looked over at the other two who had been in their gang.

"Looks like they're the only ones who can sleep through you're stinkin' yelling." She laughing humorously to herself and kicked Data, another member of the gang when he started to snore.

"Why are you acting like it's MY fault we're in here?" Griff asked sourly.

"Because it IS you're fault, you fool!" Spike stood up and made herself fully visible by standing under the only small light they had in the room. She fingered the sharp spike she had on her finger with a frown on her face.

"Oh yeah?" Griff continued, giving her a nasty look. "If you could only catch McFly, then none of this would have happened."

"You were the one swinging that bat like an idiot." She leaned against the bars across from him, looking smug. Griff laughed to himself and shook his head.

"No, you were the one who caused me to lose control on that Pit Bull... Leslie." He said her name nice and slow, letting it sink in. For a moment she didn't say anything and he had a look of "Did it work?" on his face, but then she swung herself around and slashed him shoulder with her spike.

"Don't call me that name!" she hissed as she pinned him to the bars. Too shocked to say anything at first, Griff remained pinned to the bars with his jaw dropped.

"You can't treat your leader like this!" he finally said, sounding and looking very confused.

"You were a horrible leader, Tannen. That's why we're in this mess." She pulled him back and threw him onto the floor. For once, a Tannen felt small as Griff looked up at the girl standing tall before him. He even whimpered. She laughed humorously again, giving him a look of pity. "That's why I'm busting out of here."

"WHAT?!?" it took a minute for Griff to understand what was happening as he tried to get up off the floor. Spike picked at the lock with her spike until the door swung open and she was free. "Thanks for making the police close the door so they couldn't hear your racket, Tannen. Otherwise we'd be caught by now." She shut the door and locked it again with the keys from the wall in Griff's face, but he put his head between the bars anyway.

"SPIKE! You can't leave us... You'd be betraying our gang!" he desperately tried to get the door open again, but it was no use. She squatted down on the floor where he was and dragged her spike around Griff's face, just as she had done to Marty Jr. earlier that day. "We could have gone far if you just let me ride the Pit Bull." She said. Then she smiled and gave Griff a kiss before pushing him back in the cell and running down the hallway.

The criminal was dressed differently now, and her spike was in a case in her pocket so no one would recognize her. She headed around town, planning what she was going to next in her head. "Maybe I can make a new gang." She thought, but she shook that out of her head. "That would probably just cause another one of these messes."

She rounded the corner where the Café 80's was, and a sudden idea came into her might. She smiled smugly, and tapped her fingers together. "I am such a genius." She checked her watch. It was already getting too late, and they'd be looking for her soon. "I'll pound that McFly and show them what we can really do to him, then I'll steal a car and get the hll out of here."

Suddenly she heard police sirens, and she quickly ducked behind a trash can even though the police probably wouldn't have recognized her. It flew past quickly and was gone in a flash.

"Whew, that was close." She said, standing up and brushing herself off. I wonder why they're going that way." She watched the police car fly farther and farther away, then something clicked in her mind. "Isn't that the way to where the McFlys live?" a devilish grin spread on her face. "Maybe they're going to arrest McFly too. Serves him right. Griff better give him a good punch when he gets in there." She snorted. "He couldn't even hit him with a bat."

She turned around to leave but she spotted someone else farther down the street that distracted her. It was an old man with a can, picking something up from some other trash cans. She grinned again and headed over, putting her spike back on her finger. "Hey, Mr. Tannen. Digging through trash again, I see..." she said, smiling as sweetly as she could as he glared at her. "Who the h- Spike? Aren't you supposed to be in jail?" she snorted again.

"No one can keep Spike O'Malley in jail for very long. Not even your grandson." She replied. "He's not very bright. I wonder who he gets it from." She started to pretend to shine her spike as Old Biff glared at her again, hiding the bag with the Almanac in it behind his back. "What do you have here?" she said, trying to see behind Biff but he wouldn't let her.

"None of you're business, Butthead." He said darkly, then he started to hobble over to where the taxis picked up passengers.

She let him go, but only because she was waiting time. She put her spike back in her case and started to walk down the dirty street, but she got distracted yet again. She peered down into a trash can and pulled out that days newspaper. "People these days." She said, shaking her head. She started to flip through, cackling at some of the articles. "I think I'll keep this..." she said, folding it back up and trying to unbend the bents in it, then it was safely in her pocket.

It wasn't until later that night that she took the newspaper out again. She stopped in her tracks, starting to feel a weird sensation that urged her to look at the magazine again. She was just outside of Hill Valley, so she let herself take another look.

Everything looked the same, so she was about to put it back in her pocket when something incredible started to happen; the newspaper began to change.

"What the hll?" she almost screeched as a picture of a very strange looking building started to appear on the front page and the heading changed.

BIFF'S PLEASURE PARADISE STILL STANDING TALL

"Biff's Pleasure Paradise? When the hll did that get built?" she looked closer at the picture, then she turned away. "Ugh, that's not a nice picture of Biff..." she watched the words start to change, then, when she looked back at Hill Valley, everything there started to change too.

"What's going on?" she yelled, wondering if any of the people around her saw it too. The only problem was there wasn't anyone else around. "Oh my god..." was the last thing she said before everything seemed to black out.