September 5, 1855
8:00 AM PST
Marty was excitedly talking to his new friends. He figured that the food served wasn't bad at all. In fact, it tasted quite good. In fact, he may even end up ordering another omlette. It was very strange to think that the McFly hadn't moved to America, yet.
"Hey, Strickland!" called out a very familiar voice. Marty turned around, to see a very familiar-looking young man - who was flanked by three gang members. He figured the young man was sure none other than Beauregard Tannen! "I thought I done told you to never come in here!" Marty swallowed deeply, as Beauregard looked so frightful.
"Have you young men come here to cause trouble?" Jill asked, as she confronted the gang. "We won't tolerate any brawling inside the restaurant. People are here to eat. Now, I really would appreciate for all of you to just turn right around and leave."
"Well, lookie what we have here," sneered Beauregard, as he leaned over Jill. "Pretty nice dress!" He lifted up Jill's skirt, as he added, "I reckon you'd look much better, just wearing nothing at all." As he tried to force Jill into kiss him, she then bit into his arm.
A big middle-aged man then showed up, with four other men. "How about you leaving my daughter alone, Tannen?" The men began to point their guns towards Beauregard and his gang, as the gang backed away. Marty watched on, feeling very intrigued.
"That's Mr. Hill," Chester explained, as the big man and his helpers chased Beauregard and his gang outside. "He's the one who wants to turn the place into a town. He really will do his part to keep law and order in this town. With that, Beauregard just won't be able to get away with terrorizing us. He isn't a very productive member of society."
Marty was a little uncertain of what to say. He knew how poor Jimmy Strickland would be shot by Buford thirty years later. He sure wished to be able to avert that tragedy, but that one event might end up drastically disrupting the space-time continuum.
"How are you gentlemen doing?" Jill asked, as she walked up to the table. "Once my father becomes the mayor of this town, we'll be keeping a rather tight rein on these brats. I do have a good feeling that Tannen and his crowd won't be frequenting the restaurant again, anytime soon. My father will not take any attitude from anyone."
"Your father will make a fine mayor," Joe commented. "It disgusts me how Beauregard rather feels as if he can terrorize everyone. He'll either have to change his behaviour, or else he really will have to find another place to... terrorize some other poor souls."
"I sure wish Beauregard would leave me alone," Jill said, as she made a face. "I almost dread going to that festival, as I'm almost certain that Beauregard and his crowd quite will show up and cause trouble. I would never marry Beauregard, even if he was rich."
Marty's heart just skipped a beat, as he remembered that his mother said - or will say - the same thing a little over a hundred years later. He noticed quite how beautiful Jill was, and he felt so bad that it made her the target of harassment from Beauregard.
"We'll do our part to keep Beauregard in line," Chester offered, as he smiled at Jill. He turned back to the group, he added, "Won't we, boys? I mean, we're not quite gonna just let some no-good rascal run the festivities for everyone else, are we? Maybe you can stay with us, Jill - and, if Beauregard starts any trouble, we'll sure stick it to him."
"Thank you so much, Ches," Jill replied, warmly. She turned to Marty, as she added, "You know, Alex, I think you're quite a handsome young man. I really wish you were staying in town. You seem very nice. Would you like to have anything more to eat?"
"You know, those powdered doughnuts really look nice," Marty commented. "I would really like a thing of powdered doughnuts - and I'll have another coffee, as well. You seem like a nice girl, too. I'm sorry that Beauregard feels the need to harass you."
"I'll think I'll have some doughnuts, too," Jimmy added, quite shyly. "By the way, Jill, I was just wondering if you might... might... might, uh, give me another chocolate milk. I'm just feeling, uh, very thirsty today. It might just be the weather, or something."
"Of course," Jill replied. "What about the rest of you? Do you want for me to get you anything?" As everyone else shook their heads, Jill added, "I'll be back, soon. I really must say, it's nice to have wonderful friends like you. I'd rather love to have a dance with each of you, this afternoon." Turning to Marty, she added, "You, too, Alex."
Marty felt so nervous, as he watched Jill head back into the kitchen. It appeared that this girl had a crush on him. He had to admit that she was very pretty, but he already had Jennifer - and this could also rather drastically affect the space-time continuum.
"I can't believe I quite lost my nerve," Jimmy replied, sadly. "I was going to ask her to dance with me at the festival, this afternoon. I don't know if I could do it. I always do tense up, whenever she's around me. I'm just not very good with... talking to girls."
"There's quite nothing to be scared of," Marty couldn't resist saying. "All it takes is a little self-confidence. You know, if you really put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything. When you think about it, the worst she can do is decline your offer."
"This is exactly what I fear, though," Jimmy replied, sighing. "I quite truly hate feeling like I'm unwanted, and it rather hurts to have other people treat me as though I have leprosy. Since our family moved here, Beauregard and his buddies really bullied me. If I don't do his homework for him, then I might... I might end up getting beaten up."
"What about us?" Adam asked, gently. "We've always been your friends. You have to learn to have challenges in life, and you could simply end up being hurt... if you never learn to gain the courage to stand up to people... who'll want to push you around."
"You're right," Jimmy agreed. "You're right, Adam, but Beauregard sure happens to be bigger than me - and I'm afraid I'm just not real good at... confrontations. Beauregard might beat me up, so I have no choice but to... I mean, it's better to save my skin."
"I reckon I can't quite argue with that," Joe commented. "The reason why Beauregard and his friends bully you, though, is because he knows that he can simply get what he wants from you. If you stood up to him, he would really learn that he cannot get by in life... by harassing people who are weaker than him. I think Jill really does like you."
"We all really are trying to help you get through life," Chester added. "I mean, you're eighteen years old now - and I'm quite sure your future wife would want a man who's strong - so that he could stand up for himself, and protect the woman that he loves."
"Here you go, gentlemen," Jill called out, as she returned to the table - with a big bowl of powdered doughnuts and some beverages. "I'm looking forward to seeing you all at the festival, this afternoon. Together, we could teach Beauregard a good lesson."
"I'd love to get back at that rascal!" Adam replied, grimacing. "It'd be a real good idea, if we could all teach him that we won't be terrorized. I think I might even just have the perfect idea, too. You know how my father is in the manure business. We could rather cover him up... in that stuff. This will really teach him to leave us alone, from now on."
Marty just couldn't help but burst out laughing, as he really knew how the Tannens tended to have an aversion to manure. Of course, he wondered if the event really happened in the original timeline - and if it might make Beauregard become worse.
"I love that idea, Adam," Joe replied, admiringly. "We'll teach that rascal a lesson that he never will forget. He has terrorized us for far too long, and I can say that it's gone on long enough. I bet he'll learn to leave us alone after that. I can hardly wait."
Jill was silent for a minute, before she said, "Well, ordinarily, I'm really a firm believer of turning the other cheek and loving your enemies - but I'm absolutely for it! I really am fed up with how he keeps harassing me, just because I am pretty!" She suddenly blushed, as she added, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound so vain. It's just that..."
"We, uh, understand," Jimmy said, nervously. "You were just stating the truth. I can't quite stand Beauregard, either. The thing is, though, I was brought up being told that vengeance was wrong - but, the truth is, I'd certainly love to get back at all of them."
"Thanks, Jimmy," Jill replied, very appreciatively. She then glanced towards the door, before adding, "We have some new customers, so I reckon I'd better just get back to work. I can talk to you all later, though. Enjoy those doughnuts, folks. Take care!"
"I'm impressed, Jimmy," Chester commented, as he smiled at his friend. "All you really need to do is take the next big step." He then turned to Doc, as he added, "So, what about you, Mr. Ignatowski? Do you have any plans to attend the festival with us?"
"Oh, yes, I might just as well," Doc replied, smiling. "I probably won't be dancing with anyone, though. I'll, uh, join in on some of the other festivities. I didn't bring anyone here to dance with. Well, I can't say I'll rather be joining you in your revenge plan on Beauregard Tannen, though. I do have no plans to stop you from doing so, though."
Marty had to admit that he felt a little nervous, as he couldn't help but worry that he might end up changing the course of history. He sure had to admit it would be rather liberating to make Beauregard be covered with manure! That bully quite deserved it!