5:05 PM PST
Marty was feeling a little nervous, as he walked to the Cafe '80s with Jennifer. What if he did end up running into his younger self from 1985? Remembering what Doc from that era would say, he would not want the two of them to talk with each other - as he would be rather concerned about creating a paradox. As they stepped into the Cafe, the song Beat It by Michael Jackson was being played.
"Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it," Michael Jackson was singing. "No one wants to be defeated... Showin' how funky strong is your fight... It doesn't matter who's wrong or right... Just beat it, beat it... Just beat it, beat it... Just beat it, beat it... Just beat it, beat it...'
As Marty looked around, he felt a sense of deja vu. Two girls were inside, one of whom was Melinda Kirby, as they were pedaling on exercise bikes. She was dating Brent Maxwell - who was the son of Marty's sister, Linda. One of the video waiters looked like Michael Jackson, and it was talking to a woman customer who was sitting at the counter.
"...or you might want to go south western with our la bamba fajita tortilla pita," the video waiter was suggesting. "It's got a hot salsa, avocados, some natural mix with your choice of beans, chicken, b-b-beef, or pork."
Then a video waiter who looked like Ronald Reagan zoomed up towards Marty. It then said, "Welcome to the Cafe 80's, where it's always morning in America, even in the aftern-n-noon. Our special today is mesquite-grilled sushi..."
"You must have the hostage special!" interrupted Ayatollah Khomeini video waiter.
"Cajun style," argued the Ronald Reagan waiter.
"You must have the hostage special! You must have the hostage special!" insisted the Ayatollah Khomeini waiter.
The two video waiters kept talking over one another, making it hard for Marty to work out what they are saying.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, guys," protested Marty, as this sounded very familiar to him. "Hey, hey!" As soon as the video waiters went quiet, Marty added, "All we want are Pepsis."
The bottles of Pepsis then came out of the counter.
"This time, I know how to work these things," Marty said, smiling, as he pressed his thumb to the logo. "So what do you think, Jennifer? I don't notice my younger self in here anywhere. I see Biff standing over there in the corner, with that cane. He's even wearing the same clothes that he was, when we came here before."
"Well, what do you know?" Jennifer asked, smiling. "So far, it appears that our younger selves did not come to this date in this current timeline. I do wonder if Griff and his gang might be showing up this evening."
"Oh, speak of the devil," Marty said, as he saw Griff Tannen and his gang pull up outside. "I wonder who it is they plan to torment today. Our son is at the Holomax Theatre with Harmony."
"I dunno what to say," Jennifer said, quietly. "I guess we don't have to worry about them, though.
"Hey, Gramps," Griff yelled out. "I told you two coats of wax on my car, not just one!"
Biff got up and said, "Hey, hey, I just put the second coat on last week."
"Yeah, with your eyes closed?" sneered Griff. "What the hell am I paying you for?"
"Now, Griff," Biff said, a bit timidly. "Why are you so..."
"Get out of there, Gramps!" Griff ordered his grandfather, pulling him out of the cafe.
"Hey, take it easy!" Biff protested.
Marty smiled at Jennifer, as this whole scene seemed so familiar to him.
Just then, Griff came back in and shouted, "Hey, Collins, don't go anywhere! You're next!"
"He might be referring to Herbert Collins," Marty whispered to Jennifer. "His grandfather, Lester, was best friends with my father - while his father, Norman, was best friends with my brother."
Marty then glanced towards the Wild Gunman video game, and saw two familiar little boys next to it.
"This is a video game!" remarked one of the boys. "I got it working!"
"My dad taught me about these," replied the second boy.
"They're the ones who think it's a baby's toy if you have to use your hands," Marty whispered to Jennifer.
"How do you play this thing?" asked the first boy.
"Here, I'll show you," said a taller boy, as he walked up. He then fired at the game, and he ended up being a Crack Shot at the game.
"Is that Herbert Collins?" asked Jennifer, stunned.
"I believe so," replied Marty. "I know he always had a crush on Marlene, but Marlene isn't the least bit interested in him. I think Marlene could try being a little nicer to him, you know."
"You mean you have to use your hands?" asked the first boy.
"That's like a baby's toy!" scowled the second boy.
Then the two small boys left. Herbert just rolled his eyes at them.
"Yeap, talk about deja vu," Marty said, as he smiled at Jennifer.
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Having just travelled forward in time from November eighth of 1985, Dr. Emmett Brown - who his close friends always affectionately called "Doc" - was feeling a little nervous. For the first time in almost nine years, he had decided to re-visit that fateful day in 2015, and check to see if Marty's future had improved any.
Everything about the future looked the same as he remembered it, which he was not too surprised about. He hoped and prayed that Biff Tannen would not spot the DeLorean, and remember the sports almanac from sixty years ago. At least he came alone this time, so he didn't have to worry about keeping track of Marty and Jennifer.
Doc felt himself getting a little jittery, as he walked into the Cafe '80s. Marty Jr wasn't anywhere to be found in the Cafe. He did notice and Griff and his gang were in there, harassing some other poor soul. He was shocked to see what appeared to be the older versions of Marty and Jennifer sitting by one of the tables. They were in much better shape than they were, when Doc visited this era before.
"Marty! Jennifer!" called out Doc, as he walked over to their table.
"Doc?" Marty asked, stunned. "What are you doing here?"
"Why don't we go outside together?" suggested Doc. "Did the two of you forget about the significance of this day?"
"Uh, no, not really," Marty said, as he was blushing. "I do admit that we were rather curious to see if our younger selves might have showed up on this date - and what would happen, if that was the case."
"Yeah, all right, I guess I can't really yell at you guys," Doc replied. "I actually came here from November eighth of 1985, the day right after we fully moved our family forward from the Old West. All right, without telling me too much about the future, is your son in any trouble today?"
"Oh, no, not at all!" replied Marty. "He's at the Holomax Theatre watching Jaws 19 with Harmony."
"I suppose I shouldn't ask who Harmony is," Doc said, smiling. "So does Griff Tannen and his gang pretty much leave your children alone? Did you end up becoming a successful rock star?"
"Griff Tannen leaves our kids alone," Marty replied. "I did end up becoming a rock star, but I more or less retired about ten years ago - so that I could spend more time with the family."
"That's good to hear," Doc replied. "It will be so hard to not tell your younger self about this, but I have always said that one should not know too much about their own destiny. Anyway, I'd better start heading back home - before Biff manages to get his hands on the sports almanac and the DeLorean. Anyway, at least I have Einstein guarding the DeLorean for me. He would do a good job taking care of Biff."
"You know, Doc," Marty said, as tears came to his eyes, "I really do miss Einstein a lot. It was such a sad day for us when he passed away. Tell Einstein that we said 'hi', okay?"
"I will, Marty," Doc replied. He was tempted to ask Marty when and how Einstein died, but he knew that he shouldn't know too much about the future. It was risky enough decided to find out about Marty and Jennifer's future.
"Have a safe trip back home, Doc," Marty said, as he hugged his friend. "I should admit that I sometimes miss being a teenager. Sometimes I find myself envying my own children, if that makes sense."
"I understand, Marty," Doc replied, gently. "I sometimes feel that way with my own children."
Doc then hugged Jennifer, and he said, "You take care, too, Jennifer. It looks like you're happy with Marty."
"I certainly am," replied Jennifer, smiling. "Tell Einie I said 'hi', too."
"I'll do that," replied Doc, as he began to head back to the alleyway behind the Courthouse Square. Doc felt really happy for his friend. He was glad that his friend did finally conquer the whole "chicken" problem.
