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November 12, 1985
3:10 PM PST

'Gee, it was just another boring day at school,' seventeen-year-old Marty McFly grumbled to his girlfriend, Jennifer Parker - as they were walking to Dr. Emmett Brown's home. 'You'd think our school would do something special to celebrate this date - but, no, it's just the same old boring routine! Well, at least we baked in home ec today - so at least I have some nice treats to bring home with me.'

'Actually, I'd rather they just let us have off on this date,' replied Jennifer. 'I mean, the famous lightning storm of thirty years ago is a pretty major event here in Hill Valley. Everyone in Hill Valley had heard of that incident, after all. Besides, it's the 30th year anniversary - for crying out loud. It's certainly a thing worth celebrating.'

'Maybe if we had a different principal,' Marty suggested, 'we would do more fun things in school. This is all Strickland's fault! It's like he doesn't want us having any fun. I wonder why he even bothers being the principal, if he doesn't even like us.'

'Well, anyway,' Jennifer said, nodding, 'shall we go out to Francesca's Italian Diner tonight? I'm sure in the mood for some Italian food. Although, I suppose the place might be filled up tonight - because everyone will probably be out celebrating the event.'

'I was going to eat with Doc and his family, anyway,' explained Marty. 'He wanted me to help him out with an experiment. Maybe we can go to Francesca's Italian Diner this Friday.'

'Sure, we could do that,' replied Jennifer. 'I suppose that date is not significant to anyone more than it is to you and Doc. I know it was a real eventful day to you guys. Certainly a day worth celebrating for you guys.'

'Well, there is also my parents,' commented Marty. 'It was the day that my dad had the courage to stand up to Biff - and it was the day my parents kissed and fell in love. Of course, it was also a major day for Biff Tannen - only, in his case, it's not a day worth celebrating. You'd almost have to feel bad for him, come to think of it.'

'So what kind of experiment does Doc need your help with?' asked Jennifer.

'That I don't know,' replied Marty. 'He didn't mention anything about making a major breakthrough - but it's probably something relatively small. Of course, I'd be hard pressed to think of what would be more major than a time machine.'

'Well, anyway, I'd better start heading over to Grandma's,' Jennifer said, as she embraced Marty. 'I told her I'd visit her after school. At least she's in good health, again. Maybe we'll bake some cookies together. That's always fun.'

'That's just like what we do with Grandma Stella,' Marty said, smiling. 'Well, you have fun - and I'll call you tonight. At least Thanksgiving is almost here.'

Marty and Jennifer then kissed, before Marty headed into the Browns' home. He smelled something delicious cooking from the kitchen. He walked into the kitchen, and he saw that Clara was in there baking sugar cookies.

'Hello, Clara!' Marty greeted. 'Those cookies smell delicious. Can I have one?'

'You can have two, Marty,' Clara said, smiling, 'then we want to save the rest for tonight. This is a very special occasion, after all. It's amazing that, a hundred years ago, I was at a festival where they were putting the clock tower up - and, now, a hundred years later, the clock isn't running anymore. I used to have difficulty understanding why they didn't just replace the clock - but I now understand that it's an important piece of history, so it's worth preserving. So I guess the clock ran for seventy years - and it stopped exactly thirty years ago.'

'You know, Clara,' Marty said, as he grabbed two cookies, 'I used to not understand why the Hill Valley Preservation Society was so insistent on saving the clock tower - but, since the whole fourth dimensional experience, I have come to gain a brand new appreciation for the clock tower. It's amazing to think that the same bolt of lightening that hit the clock tower, is also the same one that sent me back to 1985.'

'It was definitely a very eventful day for you and Emmett, wasn't it?' Clara asked.

'Well, it certainly will be a day to remember,' Marty remarked. 'What's ironic about this whole thing is, I wasn't even born yet - but I ended up living that day twice.'

Just then, Doc walked into the kitchen and said, 'Oh, thank goodness, Marty! I'm glad you're here. I was hoping you would remember to come here after school.'

'Oh, I'm always happy to spend time with you, Doc,' Marty said, smiling.

'Let's go out into the lab,' Doc said, quietly. Then, to Clara, he said, 'I should be back in about an hour or so. Marty and I have some errands that we need to run.'

Marty then silently followed Doc out to the lab, wondering what Doc needed him for.

'Listen, Marty,' Doc said, slowly, 'I need you to go back in time with me.'

'Yeah, sure, I guess,' mumbled Marty. He didn't really feel like taking another trip through time. 'Where are we going, this time? I hope not to November 12, 1955 again. It was bad enough have one other me to avoid. It will be even worse having two other mes to avoid.'

'Don't worry, Marty,' Doc said, smiling. 'We're not going to 1955 this time. This time we're going to 1925. You see, I've found a couple of tickets to attend a festival commemorating the 40th year anniversary of the clock tower. In turn, we will each get 25 tickets for rides, games, and snacks. I thought it would be a nice way for us to spend this special day- just you and I. How does that sound?'

'Oh, Doc, that sounds awesome!' Marty cried, as he threw his arms around Doc. 'It sounds like great fun! I would love to attend the festival with you.'

'Since today will always be our special day,' added Doc, 'I thought this would be a nice little treat for you. Let's get you into some twenties clothes first, though.'

'Right, Doc,' Marty replied, remembering with embarrassment how the people of 1955 and 1885 have been bewildered by Marty's odd appearance of that era.

Doc and Marty then searched through the trunks where Doc kept clothing of different eras, until Marty settled on a blue tee-shirt and some blue dress pants. He put those clothes on, and glanced into the mirror. He then grabbed his comb and combed his hair. Then he squirted some cologne on him - and then he admired his apprearances.

'Hey, Doc,' Marty asked, 'How do I look? Do you think I'll fit in?'

'I think you look very presentable,' Doc said, smiling. 'You should take off your wrist watch, though. They didn't have those kind of watches back in the twenties.'

'Oh, yeah, right,' Marty replied, as he remembered how Lou Carruthers at the Cafe had looked at him strangely, when his watch beeped in 1955.

'Put this watch on, instead,' Doc instructed. 'Then you'll fit in better.'

After Marty put the watch on, Doc checked to see if he had the tickets on him. The two of them then sat in the DeLorean, as Doc set the time circuits. After the two of them arrived in Hill Valley Park, Doc then accelerated the DeLorean.

'Marty,' Doc warned, 'brace yourself for temporal displacement.'

Then Doc began to pilot the DeLorean into the sky, until he got up to 88 miles per hour - then the DeLorean broke the time barrier.