Hopefully starting this story now will help me get over the writer's block I'm having with The Ninja Companion Prologue 1. This is an AU idea that's been in my head for a while. It's mainly based around the episode Go Fly a Kite Which is my favorite episode of the cartoon. I don't want it to be seen as a fix fic though, but rather an AU. It also retcons A Verne By Any Other Name, which is actually my second favorite episode. For reference this is how I chronologically place things: The movies happened first, the game, and the cartoon. I know the cartoon and game have been stated to be non canon by Bob Gale, but I personally see them as canon, and happening in that order. Some chapters, mostly this one, uses dialogue from Go Fly a Kite Which is copyrighted by Universal Cartoon Studios. (Which apparently is the first thing made by that subsidiary of Universal. What a honor for them, getting to make such an amazing show! Then they went on to make my favorite Universal film Balto II: Wolf Quest.) I hope you enjoy!

Jules Eratosthenes Brown and his younger brother Verne Newton Brown, were both playing a board game. Verne grinned cheekily as he grabbed the dice and rolled them onto the game board. He proclaimed, "Box cars! All right!", before turning to his brother and adding, "I'm baking your beans now, Mr. Wizard!"

His character landed on a question mark square which glowed a few times before a hologram of Biff Tannen appeared, telling him, "Bonehead move, butthead!"

"Bummer!" Verne said, partly upset, partly annoyed. His character fell through a trap door in the square and a loud buzzing was heard, signifying the end of the game.

"To no one's surprise you have been defeated once again." Jules said, walking over to a small chalkboard and putting another line by his name. "My calculations indicate that you, the loser, must now take out the garbage for the next 753 weeks."

"Rats! Rats! Double Rats! How come you always win!?" Verne yelled, stomping on the ground.

"Face it, Verne." Jules said as he started to fold up the game board, "You lack the basic intellectual skills one would naturally expect in a member of the Brown lineage. You show no aptitude for science whatsoever. You fail to resemble mother, father, or myself in any of the primary phrenological specifications, and as a capper, father has failed to provide you with your own personal hoverboard." He walked over to his brother and put his hand on his shoulder. "The conclusion should be obvious, even to you Verne. You're adopted."

Those words made Verne angry. "Take that back or I'll punch you out!"

Jules put his palm against his brother's forehead, avoiding said 'punch out'. "You and what body of organized servicemen?"

Suddenly a helicopter speaker of their father's invention flew into the room. From it their mother Clara spoke, "Jules! Verne! Hush up your caterwauling and come to supper!"

"Ah, that would be my biological mother." Jules said. "Would you care to join my family for dinner?"

"It's my family too!" Verne said, starting to get more annoyed by Jules' teasing.

"Really?" Jules asked. "Then why are no baby pictures of you?"

"Well I..." Verne paused. Were there baby pictures of him? He'd never seen one.

"For all we know, you might even be a Tannen!"

Verne felt his blood go cold, before going red faced in anger. He screamed before getting into his bathtub cart and heading to his dad's lab.

Doc was telling Einstein all about his new invention that allowed him to take pictures of any famous historical figure.

"Dad!" Came a voice from outside.

"Yes,Vernie?" Doc asked, still looking at the screen of his invention. Suddenly he straightened up and yelled, "No, Vernie!"

Verne's car crashed into Doc, and Verne ended up on top of the flipped vehicle. He grabbed his shirt tightly and bellowed, "What gives pop!? Am I a Tannen!?"

Doc stayed silent and stood up, helping Verne to his feet too.

A few moments later he placed his hand on his shoulder and asked, "Are you all right son?"

Verne jerked away and demanded, "Am I a Tannen or not!?"

Doc looked away. "...Yes...You are."

It was Verne's turn to freeze. His breath become heavy and tears filled his eyes.

Doc sighed and knelt down to his level. "Vernie, listen-"

"M-my mom's a f—filthy Tannen!" Verne cried.

"Actually...your father is the one who's a Tannen. Kid Tannen. Your mother is a very lovely woman though. Actually she's Marty's grandmother, Sylvia Miskin-McFly. Back when I knew her she went under the stage name Trixie Trotter. In 1930 she became pregnant with you, and when you were born we saved you from-"

A light above Doc's invention flashed. "It looks like dinner's ready."

"I don't care about dinner!" Verne yelled, hitting his foot against the ground. "I want to know about mom!"

"I think we should discuss this with your mother, come on." Doc said, heading towards the house, Einstein following close behind.

Verne wiped his eyes and sniffled. He followed Doc for a few steps before stopping. His stomach churned and he realized he couldn't do this. He couldn't stay with them. Slowly he made his way towards the DeLorean and got in. "All right Doctor Brown...I-I'll discuss it with my mother..."

Verne changed the year to 1930, and pushed the gas peddle until it hit 88.