Author's Note: "There's no such thing as an ugly baby" is such an absurd saying. Babies are ugly. They look like freaky creatures when they're born and they're all fat and dooly when they're in their first months. I, personally, don't like babies but I do like baby stories. Baby stories are often hilarious or cute. These fics are also cute and/or hilarious. Each chapter is a different baby story of chosen BTTF characters.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Back to the Future Trilogy or a baby.
MARTY
"Marty Seamus McFly hold still!" Lorraine McFly said as she tried to clean the two-year-old boy. Marty kept wiggling free of her grasp and physically protesting to be cleaned. She tried to wipe the chocolate sauce off his face. You see, little Marty had gotten into trouble earlier…
Two hours earlier:
Little Marty quietly played with his baby building blocks while his older siblings bickered.
"Dave I want to watch Road Runner!" four-year-old Linda complained. She tried to grab the remote from her older brother, but missed.
"No Scooby Doo is on!" seven-year-old Dave said and flipped through the channels. "I'm older than you so I get to choose."
"That's no fair!" Linda cried.
Marty listened to his siblings argue and wrestle over the remote. This wasn't really interesting for him since it happened practically every Saturday morning. He stopped looking at them and stood up. He walked, as best a two-year-old could, out of the living room.
The McFly house was still a big exploration for Marty. He had been walking for awhile and liked to go around observing the house. His family was often too busy bickering with each other that Marty had too entertain himself. As such, the little boy wandered into the kitchen for something to do.
The countertops were taller than he was and everything seemed so big. Marty had to strain his neck to see everything. Marty toddled across the kitchen floor and opened the small floor-level cupboard with his little hand.
He pulled out a huge jar of peanut butter. Lorraine always bought peanut butter in jumbo sizes since Dave and Linda loved it for lunch. Marty unscrewed the top and stuck his hand into the jar. The gooey brown substance felt great in his hands.
Pulling more of it out of the jar, Marty made a big pile of peanut butter goop on the floor of the kitchen. He patted it down and tried to mold it into some sort of shape.
"Goopy," Marty said and giggled. He looked in the cupboard again but couldn't find anything else to play with. Moving to the refrigerator, the two-year-old tried to pull it over.
After a minute of pulling, the fridge door finally opened. Marty tumbled backwards but got up to see what was inside.
There was a lot of food he recognized in there: a package of strawberries, yogurt, and jars of baby food, a jug of milk, and much more. Marty stepped up on the inside part of the fridge and reached for the jug of milk. He recognized the yummy white stuff and eagerly grabbed it. Unfortunately, it was heavier than Marty had thought and he struggled under the weight.
The milk jug slipped from Marty's little hands and dropped on the floor. The red cap popped off the jug and the white moo juice poured out everywhere. Marty watched it spill and watched it mix with the peanut butter.
He grabbed a black bottle of Hershey syrup and pulled the small cap off. Marty wasn't sure what was inside and it up and upside down. The dark brown liquid dumped on his head and on his farmer jeans.
"Cocoa," Marty said when he licked some of the brown liquid. It tasted delicious. He poured it on the milk and peanut butter mess, pretending to make a giant desert. His hands spread and smeared the chocolate syrup, peanut butter, and milk together on the floor. It got all over his clothes and skin.
He could still hear Dave and Linda yelling at each other even though his ears were covered in peanut butter.
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So now Lorraine was trying to clean up Marty while George was cleaning up the kitchen. Dave and Linda had had no idea what their baby brother had been doing in the kitchen. They thought it was hilarious though, and called Marty the "Dessert Disaster."
"Oh Marty what am I going to do with you," Lorraine sighed.
"Sorry mama," Marty said.
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Second Author's Note: Well this was the first story. Every chapter of this document will be another characters' baby stories. Check back often.