Disclaimer: I do not own Back to the Future.
June 15, 19861:00 PM PDT
"I really wonder what kind of present Doc has for us," commented Jennifer, as she and Marty were skateboarding to the Browns' house. "I wonder if, whatever it is, it involves time travel."
"I have a strange feeling that it might," Marty replied, smiling. "He did say that he had something special for us, as a way to congratulate us for having made it through high school. Just think, Jennifer! We won't have to deal with Strickland anymore. Perhaps, by the time Marlene and Marty Jr began to attend high school, Strickland will not be the principal there anymore. They might end up having a nicer principal. I hope, for their sake, that they do."
"Strickland might not even be alive anymore," pointed out Jennifer. "Anyway, I just can't believe that we're even talking about our future children attending high school - when they haven't even been born yet. I mean, we're not even married yet! I guess this is what time travel does to you, eh?"
"Right, yeah," Marty replied. "So, Jennifer, are you still a little nervous with the idea of time travel? I mean, I can pretty much tell that you are, from the way that you're fidgeting."
"Well, yeah, I am, a little bit," Jennifer said, quietly. "I mean, I'll admit that the idea of visiting other time periods sounds very interesting - but you know how Doc is always talking about time paradoxes, and all that other crap. So, yeah, I would say that I do get a little nervous thinking about time travel."
"Yeah, I definitely understand what you mean," Marty said, gently. "I've certainly became a little more intrigued with the history of Hill Valley, as I have ancestors that date there a little over a century. One thing I can say about time travel, is that it really does give you a whole new perspective about the town that you grew up in."
"Here we are," commented Jennifer, as she and Marty slowly walked up to the front door of the Browns' house. "Doc did tell us to come here around this time, so he's probably home, as he did tell us to meet him around this time. I wonder if Clara and the boys are home, though. Clara might have taken the boys over to Hill Valley Park."
Marty rang the doorbell, and it took about thirty seconds for Doc to answer the door.
"You've made it!" Doc gushed, as he smiled at Marty and Jennifer. "How would the two of you like to take a little trip back in time to the 1960s? 1968, to be exact? I know how the two of you have been wanting to visit the 1960s for awhile. So I've found a little treat for you guys."
"Are you serious about this, Doc?" Marty asked, excitedly. "So what happens in 1968? What's so special about that year? Well, besides the fact that Jennifer and I were born in that year?"
"There's a festival that takes place during a weekend in June of that year," Doc explained. "It last four days. I was able to snag two tickets for each of you, so that you two can attend the festival. You only have to pay once. They'll give you a wrist band, where you can visit as often as you like for the next three days. The festival was held by The Hill Valley Preservation Society, where all the proceeds from the festival would be going towards the preservation of the clock tower. I figured that the two of you might like to attend."
"Oh, thank you, Doc!" Marty gushed, as he threw his arms around his best friend. "I must say, this is awesome!"
"I believe you mean 'groovy', Marty," Doc corrected, with a smile. "Things weren't 'awesome' in the sixties. They were 'groovy'! It will be very crucial for the two of you to do your best to blend in. I have a trunk filled with hippie-era clothing. Some of the clothes might be able to fit the two of you."
"This will be so exciting, Doc!" Marty gushed. "As much as I really enjoy being a teenager in the '80s, I believe teens had a lot of fun back in the '60s, too - even though the Viet Nam War was still raging during that era."
"Well, nobody likes war," commented Jennifer, "but we do have to admit that, if it wasn't for the war, we maybe would not have all this great psychedelic music of that era. I really enjoy those psychedelic garage bands - bands like The Electric Prunes, Moby Grape, Steppenwolf, and The Doors. I really like Strawberry Alarm Clock, too."
"Right," Marty said, nodding. "Of course, you can't forget about The Beatles and The Rolling Stones. I don't much care for Janis Joplin, though. Her voice is like fingernails on a chalkboard."
"I didn't like Janis Joplin too much at first, either," replied Jennifer, "but I've come to really appreciate how she puts so much emotion into her music. I guess it is an acquired taste, though."
"I do have a certain appreciation for the blues," commented Marty, "but I can't say that I'm really fond of songs that are blues-heavy. As far as female singers go, I'd much rather listen to Pat Benatar. Her music really rocks, and it has a beat. Know what I mean?"
"Yeah, I suppose so," replied Jennifer. "In this day and age, when most people think about rock music, they think of the beat and the grinding guitar riffs. That is not what rock and roll originally was, though. You should know that, Marty. I mean, you've visited the '50s before."
"Jennifer is right, Marty," Doc chimed in. "Now let's go get the two of you dressed into some hippie clothes, and then we'll send you back to this exact date eighteen years ago. We want to get you two to get out of here, before Clara returns with the boys. Otherwise, the boys will want to come along, too."
"Right, Doc," Marty replied, as he decided he couldn't really argue with Jennifer about music. "So where will the festival be held? I think having such a major festival in front of the courthouse would be a very tight squeeze."
"That's right," replied Doc. "By 1968, the population of Hill Valley was really starting to grow. The festival we had attended back in 1925 was quite small, in comparison. This festival will be taking place in Hill Valley Park, in the area where the Hill County Fair is usually held."
"Oh, yeah," Marty said, nodding, "I know where that is. I suppose we'll really have to see to it that we keep the DeLorean time machine on the other end of Hill Valley Park."
"That's right," replied Doc. "You think you can handle that, can't you?"
"Of course, Doc!" Marty and Jennifer said, in unison.
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Within half an hour, Marty and Jennifer were inside the DeLorean at Hill Valley Park.
"Well, Jennifer, this is it," Marty said, as he smiled at his girlfriend. "We're just about to head back to 1968. Are you prepared for take-off, Jennifer?"
"I certainly am," Jennifer said, as she smiled at Marty. "I guess we look just like hippies, now."
"Well, I'm not sure about that," Marty said, a bit doubtfully. "My hair isn't long enough."
"I think you'll be fine, Marty," Jennifer said, smiling. "I can hardly believe that we'll actually be in 1968, in just a few minutes. So, is everything ready, now?"
"Let's do one last check," Marty said, smiling. "The time circuits are on, the flux capacitor is fluxing, and the engine is running. Okay, Jennifer, brace yourself for temporal displacement."
Marty began to pilot the DeLorean into the sky, until he reached 88 miles per hour - then the DeLorean broke the time barrier.
