Anthony Padilla

Great, the time machine's been sabotaged. How can we save Ian now? I banged my head on the wheel in frustration, honking the horn.

"Why the long face, Anthony?" Billy asked me, I lifted my head from the wheel and looked at him. He looked concerned but then was easily distracted, "Ooh! What does this button do?" Billy pressed a red button beside the steering wheel. Mechanical sounds came from the car's four tires, the wheels folded downwards, next thing we knew the car was hovering a feet from the ground.

"Billy!" I slapped his hand.

"Sorry, let's save Ian!" He cheered.

"We can't save him, the time machine's busted." I frowned.

"How about we ask Ian where they're taking him?"

"We can't ask him, he's gone."

"No he's not; he's right over there in that police car." He wiggled in his seat, pointing outside.

"Billy, you're hallucinating again." Billy's expression turned from happy to slightly angry, he grabbed my jaw and turned my head sideways to my left.

"Look." Billy said. There was a police car parked across the road from where we're parked, a black and white police cruiser, with thick metal bumpers and red and blue emergency lights on the roof. The side doors were lit by the lamp light, showing an emblem:

City of Sacramento

Police Department

I looked at the people inside the car, there were two people on the front row: a half shaven policeman, face buried in a donut. The other cop was also munching on a donut. My eyes moved to the back seat, they have a captured criminal that appears to be wearing a helmet, head tilted down.

A car slowly passed by the cruiser, its headlights fully lighting the interior of the car, I saw their faces clearly. The cop behind the wheel was Sgt. Anous without his mustache, his blue uniform stained brown, dipping his donut in his coffee. His partner, thick bushy eyebrows, and sipping on a cup.

The light shone on the captured criminal, his head turned to face us, finally I saw his full features, he has blue eyes and a crooked nose, thicker-than normal stubble, his hair looks like Justin Bieber's old bowl hair covering his forehead and almost touching his eyes, my ugly ass best friend, IAN.

Ian Hecox

I stared down at the metal cuffs around my wrists in deep thought. We might've evaded the police last time, but this time there was no window of escape, I was bound to my wrists and trapped inside with two dorks of a cop.

I was waiting for a miracle.

Then a headlight of an oncoming vehicle shone at my face, almost blinding me, I looked away and ended up facing the other side of the road which were full of bushes and a big oak tree. Then something caught my eye, behind the green bushes a glint of silver stood out, reflecting the moonlight, I focused my sights on the shining silver what looks like the hood of a car. Then I saw three small silver letters below the hood.

DMC

Then it came to me, that's the grills of the time machine! It's right there across the street! My eyes made its way from the grills to the partially hidden windshield, but there was no light, no one was there.

"Alright you good for nothing criminal, we've finished our donuts, we're finally taking you to prison." Sgt. Anous said, starting the car.

"How many times do I have to tell you? I'm innocent!" I retorted.

"That's what they all say." Then the other policeman tapped Anous's shoulder.

"How about we listen to some music along the way?" Sgt. Jasshol said.

"Good idea partner." Sgt. Anous fumbled the radio, it started playing some retro themed intro, it's kinda familiar, "I hope you like the Spice Girls, criminal!" The policeman said to me.

I LOVE the Spice Girls!

The beat blasted through the speakers, "Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want! So tell me what you want, what you really really want" The two cops were singing their hearts out in a crappy off key voice, the worst kind of it. Then Sgt. Anous pulled out his gun and aimed at me. I shrieked and raised my hands.

"SING DAMN IT!" He shouted.

"I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want

So tell me what you want, what you really really want!" I sang loudly, high pitched and out of tune. The police officer stepped on the gas pedal, the police cruiser started moving.

I looked back at the DeLorean time machine from behind the bushes and to my surprise, the car began moving out of its hiding place exposing its full body. It was then that I noticed that the vehicle was barely touching the ground; it was hovering and driving slowly behind us. I turned to the back window, looking at the car. The car's interior lights flickered on, revealing the people inside. The passenger was a chubby boy wearing a red and yellow beanie propeller hat and wearing a red shirt. The driver had this slightly curly half emo hairstyle and a decent build, he smiled happily, and I immediately recognized the ugly butt nose... ANTHONY.

I smiled back in excitement. His finger went up to his mouth and made a shush gesture. He mouthed the words. "Distract them." I nodded and turned back to the two police officers.

"Hey why don't we turn it up a bit?" I asked.

"I thought you'd never ask!" Sgt. Anous cranked up the volume then continued singing off key. I gave Anthony the thumbs up signal.

Billy Hamburger

"Alright, Billy. I'm gonna get you closer to the car, you know the plan?" Anthony asked me.

"I use my hat and these tools to get Ian out of the car." I recalled

"Good, here." Anthony gave me a pen-length silver object, with a small metallic button in the center.

"What is this?" I asked but Anthony did not answer, instead he focused on the road. I examined the metal pen a while then stuffed it inside my pocket. I pushed open the door and spun my propeller hat. It finally started spinning faster, giving me lift.

I dangled my feet outside the car and only a few more inches I would be touching the asphalt, next was my body, I dangled my body out of the car until only my hands were latched onto the car's sides.

"Okay, I'll be driving close to the cruiser so you can cross." Anthony said.

"Yeah." I pulled myself from the door and reached for the front of the car, slowly making my way with the wind blowing against my face. Anthony cautiously approached the other car's rear bumper.

"Now." Anthony whispered loud. I pushed myself from the DeLorean and grabbed onto the back of the police car, getting a grip on the car's spoiler. I turned to Anthony, giving him thumbs up and he replied by nodding then backing away from the cruiser.

I watched him go higher in the air but accidentally got the left rear wheel stuck on a string of pennant flags hanging on telephone poles, the flying time machine got stuck on the string. I stared at Anthony but he motioned me to keep going, so I did.

With my whole body relying on the lift of the little turbine on my head, I shimmied my way along the rear right side of the car, slowly inching my way to the backseat door. The car turned left, I tightened my grip on the car's spoiler as they made the sharp turn. The turn almost whiplashed my away from them, losing my grip on the side window but however managing to grasp the spoiler.

This is gonna be harder than I thought.

I kept my place until they ended up driving on a straight road before swiftly making my way back to the window, feeling the car booming to the sound of the loud music.

My right hand dug in my pocket to find the cutter while my left hand fastened me to the car. Bingo! I got it, pulled it out from my pocket and pressed the button. A little bright blue light came out of one end, it was pretty.

"Ooh pretty!" I said, I must lick it.

I stuck my tongue out and drew the light closer to it. The moment it made contact, my tongue retreated to my mouth, it burns. I should not have done that.

I covered my mouth that muffled my shriek of pain, the burning sensation all over my tongue made me shed a tear from my eye. Then I shook it off and looked at my reflection on the glass before sticking my tongue out: there was a little burn mark on it, still smoking. Ian knocked on the window, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Sorry." I apologized. I pressed the laser on the window, and without any hassle, it sliced through the glass, I drew a large rectangle and pushed it in, letting out the loud blast of the car's stereo speakers and ringing through my ears.

Then I heard a beep, my hat beeped, it was low on battery. I looked at Ian through the glass. Uh oh.

Ian Hecox

The boy looked at me, his hat was beeping. Then the propellers stopped spinning. "Uh oh." His eyes widened as he dropped on the ground, hands still gripping the door. I heard grinding noises. This doesn't look good.

He rose again to the window, his face bloody, "I love the taste of asphalt!" He squeaked then smiled, showing that he had chipped one of his teeth. The cops were oblivious to what's happening, the music was really loud.

"If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends (gotta get with my friend) Make it last forever friendship never ends," They continued singing. We entered the tunnel and its lights fully illuminating the car.

I quickly went out of the cut window, crawling onto the roof still with my hands restrained and helped the boy get on the car.

He was having a drag, literally.

"Mommy I want chocolates!" He was dazed with confusion.

"On the count of three, jump." I said.

"Okay Uuuuncle Saaaam." He uttered.

"In one, two, three!" I pushed him from the car and he started rolling on the road, grunting in pain. I jumped after him, landing on my knee then rolling uncontrollably on the rough road, my vision spun around. I was getting dizzy and it was painful every roll. I struggled standing up as the grazes on my skin stung and drew blood.

Then the tires of the police car screeched. They noticed.

"THE PRISONER'S ESCAPED!" Sgt. Anous shouted, turning the car around the tunnel to face us, "STOP RIGHT THERE!" He shouted. The engine of the cop car roared as it gained speed, driving after us.

I ran to the boy lying face down on the ground and pulled him to his feet, "C'mon! Now's not the time for sleeping!" His arm wrapped around my shoulder as we limped to the tunnel opening. Adrenaline flowing through my veins as we hurriedly ran to the exit, the engine sounds grew nearer and I ran faster, dragging the kid with me as he was slowly losing consciousness.

"There's gotta be some more battery left in your hat!" I said to the boy.

He limped clumsily, his head tilted downwards. "S-sure. G-give it a slap." He mumbled. I raised both my bound hands and hit the boy's hat in full force, "OUCH! Not that hard!" The blow must've brought the boy back to his senses. Luckily, the propeller started spinning again.

"YEAH!" I yelled. Then the sirens of the chasing vehicle blared louder. I watched the propellers spin even faster, watching it take the boy off the ground. I wasted no time and hopped on his back, a piggyback ride. It may look kinda gay and all, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Go faster!" I said.

"Sorry man, my mom set it to a safe speed, two miles per hour." The kid apologized. I sighed then kicked my feet on the ground like riding a skateboard. The car was gaining on us, and to make things even worse, the hat beeped again.

"STOP!" Sgt. Anous bellowed. The car was only a few feet from us, only a little more speed it could run us over. I kicked harder on the ground, but it was no use. How can you even outrun a car on foot?

There's the exit, right in front of us, but we can't outrun these pesky cops, I kept kicking on the asphalt, I was sweating heavily, struggling to keep away from them. It's the end of the line, why go through this when it's impossible to evade them? I lost hope actually.

We're gonna get caught.

Then a rope with flags suddenly dangled outside, as if right on queue.

"GRAB THE LINE, KID!""I exclaimed, pushing him with my every strength, not thinking twice. The kid reached his hands out to grab the rope. My heart skipped a beat, it was like everything turned into slow motion, and the boy extended his hand out to get the pennant flags. My sweat was cold and I just closed my eyes.

I felt my feet leave the ground and I screamed, hoping that I wouldn't see another me under a cop car when I open my eyes.

"Ian! It's alright, everything's fine!" I heard a voice say. I slowly opened my eyes and felt the cold air blow against my face, my hands were still grabbing on the kid's shirt. I glanced down and I was relieved.

We made it.

We were almost flattened by a cop car. I looked up and saw the underside of a car above us, it was the flying DeLorean. The driver's side door opened, and a head peeked out, checking out if we made it.

"Hey bud! Miss me?" It was Anthony who was driving the flying car.

"Dude! That was a close one!" I sighed in relief, "You're the best!" I smiled. Good old Anthony, he may be a douche sometimes, he may not be there when I need a friend, and he may be the worst best friend out there, but at least he saved me from being a black guy's bitch in prison.