October 25, 1985
6:00 PM PST
Twin Pines Timeline
(LP George's Dream)

Biff better appreciate this, George thought, bitterly - as he was working on the report Biff had coerced him into writing. He sighed, as he thought about the past 35 years of his life, and how he was always being bullied around by Biff Tannen.

Suddenly, he could hear a little commotion from outside. As George peaked outside, he saw the car being towed into the driveway. Now, he began to regret the fact he let Biff borrow the car from him. As usual, however, he just never was so good with standing up to other people - and, besides, Biff was also his superviser at his job.

George's heart was suddenly beating fast, as he saw Biff marching up to the house in a burst of anger. He had considered hiding from Biff, but he knew it would be no such use. Biff would just manage to find him - and, anyway, he couldn't risk losing his job.

"Hey, McFly," Biff called out, just as he stormed right into the house. "What do you think the big idea is?" George stared at Biff, as his boss was quick to add, "This isn't funny!" George sure began to shrink in terror - as, in a burst of rage, Biff added, "I can't believe you loaned me your car, without telling me it had a blindspot."

"Blind spot?" George whispered, as he was real stunned. It was bad enough that his car was a complete wreck, but now Biff even had the audacity to blame him for the crash. This just had to be among the worst days of his completely miserable life.

"I could've been killed!" Biff snarled, just as gave George a very burning look. George knew it that the car crash was really Biff's fault, but he was afraid to point that out.

"Now, now, Biff," George protested. "Now, I never noticed any blindspot before - when I were driving it." Just as he noticed his son, he breathlessly said, "Hi, son."

"But, what are you - blind, McFly?" sneered Biff. "It's there. How else do you explain that wreck out there?" George wasn't exactly stupid, and he knew that Biff's twisted reasoning was rather convoluted - but, as usual, he couldn't exactly say anything.

"Now, Biff," George pleaded, even though he was already sure of what the answer would be, "um, can I assume that your insurance is gonna pay for the damage?" As soon as the question was out of his mouth, he could already quite guess what Biff's answer to that would be. He just wished he had the courage to be more assertive.

"My insurance?" Biff asked, with anger. "It's your car, your insurance should pay for it. Hey, I wanna know who's gonna pay for this?" Biff then showed George the stain that was on his coat, as he insisted, "I spilled beer all over it when that car smashed into me. Who's gonna pay my cleaning bill?" George couldn't believe what he heard.

"Uh?" George replied, as he knew exactly what the answer would be. On top of what just happened to his car, this sure was adding insult to injury. In all honesty, he truly had to admit that he really did wish for Biff Tannen to be killed in that car crash!

"And where's my reports?" Biff demanded, as he was obviously on such a roll. He was always very ruthless, and he was never one to accept responsibility for his actions.

"Uh, well," George stammered, as he began to laugh nervouslt. He quite hated how Biff made him react in such a manner, but he was very used to it by now. "I haven't finished those up yet - but, you know, I figured since they weren't due till..."

"Hello, hello, anybody home?" Biff asked, as he tapped George on the head. "Think, McFly, think. I gotta have time to get them retyped." He really threatened, "Do you realize what would happen if I hand in my reports in your handwriting?" Biff paused, before he added, "I'll get fired. You wouldn't want that to happen would you?"

George was rather stunned in a state of silence, as he really couldn't bring himself to say anything. He rather was at such a loss of how to respond. Biff grabbed at his tie and pulled him close - as he repeated, in a more menacing tone, "Would you?"

"Of course not, Biff," George replied, even though he secretly wished for just that to happen. Of course, he knew that mouthing out to Biff would only get him into trouble that he did not need. "Now, I wouldn't want that to happen. Now, uh, I'll finish those reports up tonight - and I'll run em them on over first thing tomorrow, all right?"

"Hey, not too early," Biff commented. "I sleep in on Saturday. Oh, McFly, your shoe's untied." As George looked down, Biff quite slapped him and said, "Don't be so gullible, McFly." George suddenly felt real dumb, as he really should've known better by now.

"You got the place fixed up nice, McFly," Biff commented, as he was heading for the refrigerator. Then he added, "I have your car towed all the way to your house, and all you've got for me is light beer." He chuckled a little, as he grabbed the beer.

As Biff noticed that Marty was staring at him, he was quick to demand, "What are you looking at, butthead?" After Marty shrugged, he added, "Say hi to your mom for me."

George sighed to himself, as Biff turned to leave. He then turned to Marty, who was looking at him. He could tell how disappointed his son was feeling, and he felt sorry.

"I know what you're gonna say, son," George said, as felt so bad, "and you're right." He really took in a deep breath, before he added, "You're right, but Biff just happens to be my supervisor - and I'm afraid I'm just not very good at... confrontations."

"The car, Dad," Marty insisted, with irritation. "I mean, he wrecked it - he totaled it." After a pause, he finally added, "I needed that car tomorrow night, Dad. I mean, do you have any idea how important this was - do you have any clue?"

"I know..." George replied, sighing. He knew he let his son down, and he really felt sorry about it. He just wished he had more courage to stand up for himself, but he really took too much after his own father. "... and all I could say is... I'm sorry."

"Dad," Marty insisted, as he wasn't about to give up, "did it ever occur to you to say no? I mean, just - for once - say no." Marty's slate-blue eyes were really pleading.

"Look, son," George insisted, even though he couldn't argue with his son. "I know it's, uh, it's hard for you to understand - but, the fact is, I'm just... I'm just not a fighter."

"Try it once, okay?" Marty pleaded, with despair. George could tell how disappointed with him his son was, and he felt terrible about it. "For me, just say no - N-O, no!"

Suddenly, the door flew open - as Mr. Olson stepped in with his daughter. George felt so nervous, as he know that Marty was watching him very expectantly. Was he going to be able to have the courage to turn down whatever offer Mr. Olson had this time?

"Hey, McFly," Mr. Olson greeted, just as George turned to look at him. "My kid here is selling peanut brittle for her team - it's five dollars a box." As he didn't even bother to ask if George was interested, he quickly added, "I put you down for a case, okay?"

George quickly looked at his son, and shook his head in defeat, as he mumbled, "Um, okay." He could really see the look of disappointment on his son's face, as he backed up against the wall. He understood what his son meant, but it just wasn't very easy.

"Great, it's out in the car - I'll go get it," Mr. Olson replied. He turned to his daughter, as he softly added, "See, honey I told you we'd only have to go to one house."

George sighed in defeat. As Marty silently walked past him, his son had an expression in his face which was a cross between irritation and distress. Just then, he noticed his other son coming into the house. He seemed to be a little more cheerful.

"Welcome home, Sonny," George greeted, as he threw his arm around his son. "Say, is Cliff still bothering you?" As Dave nodded, Geoge added, "Sometimes, I really think our lives would be so much easier - if we didn't have these pesky Tannens around."

"Tell me about it," Dave replied, as he headed to the refrigerator. As he opened it, he exclaimed, "God damn it! Don't tell me Biff really took my can of beer. I'm just going to have to start hiding the beer in my room. The problem with that is, Mom might then kill me, if she ever found out. I swear, she has always been such a hypocrite!"

"I wouldn't be so hard on your mom," suggested George. "She's just, uh, she's under a lot of real stress. She might not be the easiest person to get along with - but she is my wife, and she takes care of all of us... and she deserves our respect."

"Pop! Pop!" protested Dave, in a voice of desperation. "What are you saying? You're actually defending her!" As he took in a deep sigh, he added, "Listen, Pop, she really treats us all like pond scum. No matter what we do, she always disapproves of it!"

"She's really doing this, because she really cares about all of you," George replied, even though he couldn't argue with what his son said. As he heard a car pulling up outside, he added, "It quite looks as if your mom is home. She probably came back here with your Uncle Joey. After all, he was supposed to just make parole today."

As Lorraine stepped into the door, she looked rather upset. She silently walked past George and Dave, without even acknowledging their presence. George quite quickly took in a deep sigh. It seemed as though Lorraine was being rather self-absorbed.