The siblings walk out of the alleyway and into the futuristic Hill Valley. They both looked around the square in awe. Everything looked so different than in their timeline. They stared wide eyed at the scene, taking it all in.

There were flying cars, the courthouse had a huge pond in front of it with a few ducks, the streets were gigantic sidewalks for pedestrians and bicycles. In large lettering on the road read, "NO LANDING,"

The clocktower still had the same clock but it was cleaned up, restored, and preserved as a tourist attraction. Although the clock itself still didn't work. Up above them, they saw the Texaco Station, which was a 2-level gas station with robot arms doing the work. There was a flying car that landed on it, washing the windshield.

The siblings kept looking around until the theme from Jaws started playing from behind them after they walked into the street. Ally's eyebrows furrowed and she nudged Marty. "Do you hear that?" she asked. Marty said, "Yeah, where is that…?"

They turned around and both saw a shark coming towards them, it's jaws opening wider. "AAAAAAAHHHHH!" they both screamed and ducked down for cover. However, the shark was nothing but a hologram for the movie Jaws 14: It's really, really personal,"

They looked at the theater, slowly rising to their feet. "Shark still looks fake," Marty commented, adjusting his jacket. "Yeah, so fake. But I wasn't scared," Ally chuckled, picking up her hat, which had fallen off when they ducked down.

"So, you screaming like a banshee showed you weren't scared?" Marty teased. "Oh, shut up, you were scared too. My tough older brother," Ally said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Oh shut up, Ally," Marty retorted, his cheeks turning red.

The TV behind them showed Goldie Wilson III talking about a new brand of car. "Come into Goldie Wilson, the 3rd conversion store. Only $35,999,999.98," the image of him said. Marty whistled at the price of it.

"What idiot would pay that much for a car?" Ally muttered. Marty rolled his eyes and said, "Nah, too rich for my blood," The two cross the street to a historic store as they made their way to the Cafe 80's.

In the window, they looked through a display window that was filled with rare antiques. There were common household objects from the 70's and 80's: a Betamax, Perrier bottles, a Super-8 Movie camera, a Macintosh computer, mannequins with old clothes, and a book that was called: Sports Almanac 1955-200. They looked at this closely before making their way to the Cafe 80's.

(In Cafe 80's)

The siblings enter the Cafe 80's. First thing they heard was Michael Jackson's song, 'Beat It,' playing on the jukebox that was there back in the fifties. They looked around the place and saw it incorporates icons of the 80's.

They saw that there weren't any waitresses or anything. Instead, there were robots with video screens. Suddenly, they were approached by one of those robot/droid computers with Ronald Reagan on the front of it.

They looked at it with confusion as it began to speak to them. "Welcome to the Cafe 80's, where it's always Morning in America even in the A-A-Aftern-n-noon," the machine spoke, laughing in a monotone way.

"Is this thing really happening?" Ally started, glancing at her brother for a second. Marty glanced at her for a second and shrugged his shoulders. They stared in amazement, both taken aback by the startling technology.

The droid started to talk again about the specials on their menu. But another droid jumps in front of them and starts talking over the one with Ronald Reagan to the point where neither Marty or Ally could understand them.

"Hey, hey, guys! Cool it!" Ally shouted, holding up her hands, and they froze in place. "All we want are Pepsi's," Marty said, lifting his shoulders. Two futuristic Pepsi bottles rise up from a contraption in the counters.

"Huh. Pretty cool," Marty said, smirking. Ally picked her drink up and looked it over in confusion. "Yeah, but how do you-" Ally said, but was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Mcfly and Rogers?" The voice said, getting their attention. The siblings looked around and see a 78-year-old Biff sitting at a table behind them. "Biff?" Marty whispered.

He comes over to the siblings and sits down on a stool next to them.

"Yeah, I thought it was you two. You're Marty Mcfly's son and niece, Allison Rogers daughter," Biff said, "It must be so embarrassing to be related to complete buttheads," Marty and Ally both got angry and Marty yelled, "Hey, George Mcfly isn't a butthead,"

Biff shook his head and said, "No, not him! I'm talking about his kids. Marty Mcfly, and Allison Rogers! The man who took his life and flushed it down the toilet. Heh, Allison Rogers certainly turned out better than him,"

Ally raised her brow in confusion, what did he mean by that? What was it that made her turn out better than her brother? From outside, a car with four teens pulled up in front of the Cafe, one of them wearing robotic attire.

"W-Wait, what do you mean?" Marty asked, shaking his head. Then, the door opened and the teen with the robotic gear on spoke, "Hey, Gramps! I thought I told you two coats of wax on my car!"

Biff stands up and faces the teen, "Hey, I put the other coat on an hour ago, Griff." Marty and Ally both felt their heart skip a beat. "What? It's-" Ally started. "Griff," Marty finished. This was the guy they were supposed to meet up and say no to?

"Y-Yeah? With your eyes closed? Come out here and take a second look," Griff spat, not even noticing Marty and Ally for a moment. "Wait, are you two related?" Marty asked. Biff comes over to him and starts knocking on Marty's head with the cane that looked like a fist.

"Hello? Hello, anybody home?" Biff said. Marty pushed the cane away quickly. "What do you think? Griff just calls me gramps for his health?" Biff continued.

They looked at him with an 'Oh Shit,' look on their faces. "Hold up, he's Griff?" Ally asked, pointing at the teen with her eyebrows raised. However, Griff paid no mind to the 15-year-old girl.

"Gramps! What the hell am I paying you for?!" Griff shouted in frustration. 'Biff might be a bad guy, but why's he taking shit from his own grandson?' Ally mentally questioned. Biff heads for the door and turns towards the siblings, "Hey, say hello to your grandma for me,"

He was then pulled out of the door by Griff before Griff pointed at them. "And you two! Don't you go anywhere, you're next!" he said, walking out of the door. Ally rolled her eyes at his empty threat.

"Pfft, he really expects us to be scared," Ally scoffed, rolling her eyes. "As if. We're not scared of morons like him," Marty agreed. Ally laughed at that and scooted back a little. They then hear a couple of kids messing around with an arcade game that Marty and Ally had played when they were younger.

"Hey, Ally, check it out," Marty said, nudging her. "What?" she said, looking over at the arcade game, "Oh, no way. Looks like they're having a hard time figuring it out." "C'mon, let's show them how it's done," Marty suggested, getting up and walking over to them. Ally nodded and walked over to the game.

The game was called, "Gun Fighter," where you shoot a light gun at the video screen. The kid, who was about 8, couldn't figure out how to play it.

"Man, how do you play this?" the kid asked. "Here kid, we'll show ya. My sister and I are crack shots at this." Marty said, picking up one of the guns and fired it at the screen. Ally takes a crack at it and she's pretty good at it too.

"You mean you have to use your hands? That's like a baby's toy!" the kid scowled, walking away from the machine. That left Marty and Ally dumbfounded.

"Man, they don't know what they got," Marty said, putting the toy gun back on the game. "I'll say. That makes me feel so old," Ally sighed, putting the gun up.

Then the door opens and the real Marty Jr and Piper Rogers entered the Cafe, completely unnoticed by Griff and his gang of wood-be toughs. Ally's eyes widened when she saw them come in. "Marty!" she whispered, nudging him on the shoulder hard.

"What?" he said, looking over his shoulder. Quickly, he sees them and they duck behind the counter. "Damn!" Marty exclaimed. They stayed crouched behind the counter as their kids walked up to the counter, unaware that their future parents were hiding underneath their noses.

Ally and Marty peek over the bar and both catch a glimpse of their kids. Marty Junior was about 17, although dressed like Marty, carried himself a little differently. In simpler terms, he's a mess. His jacket doesn't fit right because the uni-fit system was broken, he's got food stains on his clothes, and his hair was unkempt that stuck out of his shiny, rainbow cap.

"Jeez, Marty, is this really your kid?" Ally joked quietly. Marty hit her in the ribs to get her to be quiet. As for Piper, she was a spitting image of Ally, unlike her cousin, she wasn't so much a mess, but looked more like a rebel child.

"Pepsi Perfect," Junior said, his voice squeaky. "Same here, pal," Piper said, "And I'll be paying for it this time, Junior since your hands are probably dirty," "H-Hey! They are not!" Junior whined. Marty and Ally picked up that Junior carried the same personality as George.

Piper presses her thumb against the pad to pay for their drinks. Then, Griff walks back inside. "Hey Mcfly! Rogers! I thought I told you two to stay in here," Griff said. Junior smiled weakly and turned around to face Griff. Piper rolled her eyes and turned to face them.

"What do you want, Tannen?" Piper spat, "Don't you have anything better to do?" "Oh, wow! Don't get smart with me, Rogers! You know exactly why we're here!" Griff growled, throwing a fist towards the 15-year-old girl. It strikes her against the face, causing her to fall against the counter with a groan.

Ally was in disbelief that her own kid just got smacked around, although she was loving the attitude her daughter carried. To no surprise, Junior was too much of a coward to do anything. Griff focused his attention on Junior. "Hey, McFly, your shoe's untied," he said.

Junior ends up falling for it and gets slapped onto the counter. All of them started laughing. "He's a complete wimp," Marty whispered, wincing at the humiliation.

"At least my kid's got some guts," Ally replied quietly. They continued to listen to their conversation. "So, have the two of you thought about tonight's opportunity," Griff asked. Marty and Ally both react with increased concern.

This is what Doc was talking about but now they couldn't intervene because their kids were here. "Uh, well, we're not sure. Seems kinda dangerous," Junior said, his voice shaking. The only girl of Griff's group takes her clawed finger and traces his jaw with it.

"What's wrong, Mcfly? You got no scrote?" she says, grabbing him down there. He exclaimed with wide eyes and he fell against the counter. "Alright, that's enough. Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" Piper spat, pushing the girl back from her cousin.

"Oh, like you, Rogers?" the girl said, pushing Piper back. Griff grabs Junior by the collar of the shirt and makes him face him. "What's it gonna be you two? You in or out?" Griff asked again.

"Well… I don't think we should, guess we could ask our pare-" Junior started. "Your parents?! Wrong answer!" Griff shouted, picking up Junior and throwing him over the counter along with Piper where Marty and Ally were hiding.

Some of the people in the cafe were watching in concern and were about to call the authorities. Piper looked up at Marty and Ally and was about to speak, but Ally quickly covered her mouth.

"Stay down and shut up," Ally whispered. Piper nodded quickly. Marty grabbed the cap off of Junior's head and put it on. The two siblings stand up slowly, glaring at the group.

Griff grabs Marty by the shoulder and raises a fist, "Now, let's hear the right answer," Marty shoves the big guy off of him, forcing Griff to let go of him. Griff was surprised by this reaction and he stepped back. Ally glared at him and crossed both of her arms over her chest.

"Wow, since when did you become the physical type, McFly?" Griff responded. "The answer's no, Griff. We're leaving," Marty responded. Griff was now angry and surprised by Marty's answer.

"What? Is that hat of yours screwed on too tight? Or are you just too stupid to comprehend what he told you? It's no, end of story," Ally spat, using her spunky attitude to her advantage.

The siblings started to leave but Griff just had to keep pushing it. "What's the matter, McFly? Are you chicken?" he asked. Marty stopped dead in his tracks after hearing that. Ally glanced up at him and saw the anger cross his face.

She knew how much Marty hated being called a chicken, it only reminded them of their father. She tried to calm him down before he could do anything. "What'd you call me?" Marty spat, turning around to face the brute.

"Chicken! McFly! I bet your cousin there is as much of a chicken as you!" Griff repeated. Ally had never been called that, not once. "You asshat…" she scowled, glaring at Griff with hatred lighting up in her eyes.

Marty was ready to clock this guy across the face, his own face was reddening with hatred. He threw off the hat and spat, "Nobody calls us…" Griff then quickly pulls out an aluminum bat from behind him. Marty laughed nervously before finishing his sentence, "Chicken,"

Griff swung the bat at the two. "Oh shit!" Marty shouted, quickly ducking with Ally. Griff ends up hitting the droid that was behind Marty and Ally.

Griff rose up, practically hovering over the two siblings. Marty, being the big brother, puts Ally behind him to protect her. Marty tried throwing a punch towards Griff but he grabs Marty's fist, stopping his punch instantly.

However, Marty manages to throw Griff into his friends, knocking them to the ground. The two quickly run out of the Cafe 80's, running passed Biff, who was working on Griff's car. They looked around for a way to outrun Griff, just like the last time.

Ally quickly spotted two girls behind a hedge, riding skateboard-scooter crosses. "Marty!" Ally said, pointing in their direction. Marty looks over and sees the two girls also.

"C'mon!" he says, pulling his sister along. They run towards the girls, hoping over the hedge and they pull them off the boards. "Hey, we need to borrow your…" Marty says, looking at the device, "Hoverboard?" Ally looked over her shoulder and saw Griff with his crew exit the cafe and her eyes widened.

Ally inspected hers, seeing that it didn't have any wheels underneath it. The siblings dropped them and were impressed that the hoverboard hovered over the ground by a few inches. Ally jumps on her hoverboard and almost falls off but Marty catches her.

Marty jumps on his and pushes forward, Ally follows behind him. The hoverboards worked just like skateboards so gliding wasn't an issue with them. Like last time Marty and Ally ended up getting separated.

Marty ended up going in the water by mistake while Ally managed to glide passed the lake. She slowed down on her hoverboard and faced Marty. Both failed to notice that Griff and his friends had gotten their own hoverboards to chase them.

Both smiled because they believed they escaped Griff but Marty's hoverboard started slowing down before stopping completely. Marty is stalled in the middle of the pond, fifteen feet from the edge.

"Marty, what's wrong?" Ally called, running to get in front of him. Marty looked up at her with wide eyes, trying to push forward. "My hoverboard is stuck!" Marty called.

"You bojos!" Hack, one of Griff's friends shouted. The siblings look at the group of five at the other side of the pond. "Those boards don't work on water, unless you get power!" Hack shouted.

Griff storms back to his car and pulled out what appears to be the meanest-looking hoverboard in existence called The Pitbull. It was powered by two jets, fins, and spikes, resembling a chainsaw.

Griff throws it down and it growls like a large dog. After his friends hooked up to the back of it, he hops on and holds up his aluminum bat to hit Marty while he was immobilized on the water. "Batter up!" he shouted.

"C'mon, Marty! They're gonna kill you!" Ally shouted in fear, seeing the group getting closer to them. "I'm trying!" Marty replied, still trying to move. Griff starts cackling sadistically as he raises the bat over his head. Both siblings are now petrified.

Ally realized that there was no time to wait and jumped into the water, swimming to her brother, and knocking him off his hoverboard. Just as they both hit the water, Griff's board whizzes across and misses him by a few millimeters.

Griff loses his balance in his follow-thru, causing himself and his friends to go flying wildly and they all crash into the courthouse, shattering the glass into a thousand pieces. The siblings pop their heads out of the water, breathing heavily.

"Holy shit…" Marty panted, glancing over at his sister. "That was close," Ally said, sighing in relief. They swim out of the pond, now dripping wet from the water. Marty helps her out of the water by her hand.

"Thanks for the save," Marty said, smiling at his sister. "What can I say? I'm simply returning the favor," Ally said while panting. They held onto their hoverboards. Ally was a bit irritated that she was dripping wet from the water.

The jacket suddenly turned on and air started blowing from it. "Drying mode on. Jacket drying," the jacket spoke, drying both Marty and Ally surprisingly. "Your jacket is now dry," the jacket said. Marty pats himself down, feeling that the jacket was completely dry.

Ally patted herself down and found that her clothes were dry too. "That's pretty cool. I was gonna ask to wear it, but guess I don't have to," she commented, grinning a little. The siblings walk back over to the little girls to give them their hoverboards back.

"Hey, thanks, you two," Marty said, holding out the hoverboard in front of him. "Yeah, you saved our butts back there," Ally added. "Keep it. I got a Pit Bull now," one girl said, holding Griff's hoverboard in her hands. Ally had given hers back since she didn't need it anymore.

The two girls ran off in the other direction. Ally looks at Marty, stretching her bare arms. "So, should we get back to Doc? He's probably wondering where we're at," she wondered. "Yeah, let's go," Marty nodded. Before the siblings could leave, an old man who was balding on top stopped them.

"Save the clock tower!" he said, coming to them with a digital clipboard, "Hey, kids, put in a good tip to save that clock tower," "Ah no. We got things we gotta do," Ally said, sounding a bit irritable. Marty shoved her playfully and said, "Don't mind her. It's that time of the month,"

Ally's jaw dropped and she shoved him back, almost making him fall over. The man was trying to ignore their squabble to continue his advertisement. "Aw, c'mon, kids. That's an important historical landmark. Lightning struck it sixty years ago," he said.

The giant tv behind them played a loud but catchy jingle. They looked up and saw the logo change to the baseball score between the Cubs and the Gators. "Wait, Cubs win the World Series against Miami?" Marty asked, taken aback. "Yeah, something huh? Who would've thought? 100 to 1 shot. I wish I could go back to the beginning and put some dough on the Cubbies," the balding man said.

Ally turned towards him with slightly narrow eyes. "What'd you say?" she asked. The man repeated what he said before leaving. After he did, Marty had this look on his face like an idea sparked in his head. "Marty? I know that look. What're you thinking about?" Ally said, hands on her hips.

"Follow me," Marty said, jogging towards the gift shop. Ally follows him to the gift shop, which was called 'Blast from the Past,' "Maybe there's something good here," Ally said, looking around the shop. "Ah, I already found the thing," Marty said. Ally turns around to face him, her brows raised.

"What'd you find?" she asked with interest. Marty hid the thing that he already bought without her knowledge. "You'll see. C'mon," Marty said, nodding his head towards the front door. They exit the store and stand on the sidewalk in front of it.