Chapter 3
Friday, December 29th 2045
10:15pm
Marty walked down the stairs and into Griff's office. The stairs reminded him most uneasily of when he was being chased by Biff and a chill ran down his back.
He looked around Griff's office, but he couldn't see Griff anywhere.
Marty walked over to the huge lounge room. A show was going on, with two women with low necklines and skirts that came 7 inches above their knees were dancing. Marty ignored the sight, knowing he had better things to do.
Then Marty saw a person sitting on the couch that caught his attention. He wore a silver tuxedo with no tie, a beer belly was hanging off his waist and had brown hair with streaks of grey hair and a very familiar smirk.
It was Griff Tannen, Marty was sure of it.
There was also another person sitting next to Griff. He looked a lot like Biff and was wearing a leather jacket. Marty guessed it was Butch Tannen, Griff's son.
Marty didn't know how to grab his attention. He walked over to Griff's desk and found a gold ash tray. Marty picked it up and threw it on the ground.
It clattered to the ground. The music stopped. The girls stopped dancing amd Griff and Butch looked towards him.
"What the hell do you want McFly?" Griff yelled.
"I need to discuss something with you."
"What? You wanna watch too?"
"No." Marty replied.
"Is it money?"
"No."
"Well what is it butthead?!" Griff said impatiently.
"Grays, Sports, Almanac." Marty said.
Griff's face grew pale. His eyes widened. "How do you know about that?"
"Let's discuss it in your office." Marty said.
Griff and Marty went into Griff's office. Griff sat down on the recliner chair.
"Sit down!" Griff ordered.
Marty obediently sat down on a chair near the table.
"So what do you want to know about this book?" Griff said.
"First let me hear how you got it. How, when and where." Marty said nervously. This conversation was turning out a lot like the one with Biff.
"All right." Griff said. "The date was October 21st 2015."
For minute Marty thought he was hearing things. "2015? That was the day I went to- uh, I mean that was the day of the famous hover board incident with you and your friends." Marty said, recalling what happened.
Griff raised an eyebrow. "Really? How do you know about that?"
Uh oh, Marty thought. Think fast McFly! "My father told me about it."
"Oh now I know you. Your Marty McFly Jnr's son, Mark."
"Yeah."
Griff shrugged. "I'll never forget that day. It was 7:00 in the morning. The doorbell rang. I opened the door and this old man is there. He says he's going to make me an offer I can't refuse. He says come with me in his car. So I go in his car. It was this stainless steel car. He goes that it was a DeLorean. Never heard of it. He goes how would you like to be rich. So I say sure."
Marty digested all this in his head. Now it was positive that Griff had a time machine.
Griff got out a key from his pocket and unlocked a draw on the table and took out the almanac. "So he lays this book on me. He says it contains information on every major sports event in the century. Then I get out of the car and he drives off. I never saw him again."
He put back the the book in the draw and locked it.
"Okay now." Marty said, an idea forming in his head. "I have to go. Nice talking with you Tannen."
Marty whipped out the sleep inducer and pressed the button.
"What the-"
Griff stumbled and fell onto the floor. Just then the doors opened. Butch Tannen walked in.
"You little son of a bitch!" Butch said. "Look what you did to my pop!"
"Hey it was an accident I swear!" Marty cried.
"You're gonna pay for that you little runt!" Butch said. He pulled out a futuristic gun and started firing.
Marty, dodging all the shots ran back to the door.
"Get 'im!" Butch yelled.
Marty looked at the main door. Two men and a woman came out. Marty gasped. It was Data, Whitey and Spike, Griff's gang from 2015! They all whipped out guns. Marty started running to the door. He walked up the stairs and onto the roof, confusing Griff's gang and sending them stumbling downstairs.
When Marty got to the roof, the train was there.
"Marty!" Doc said. "What's wrong?"
"Butch is gonna shoot me!" Marty yelled.
"Just then Butch walked out.
"What the hell?" Butch said. "Emmett Brown? I thought my old man killed you years ago!"
"You son of a-" Doc started.
"There's not enough time. Let's go!" Marty said.
Marty got in. The train rose up in the air and took off. Butch was standing on the building, with a puzzled look on his face.
"So, did Griff actually build a time machine?" Doc said.
"Yeah. And we have to go back to October 21st 2015!" Marty said.
"Great Scott! I don't believe it!" Doc said.
Friday, December 29th 2045
10:15pm
Marty walked down the stairs and into Griff's office. The stairs reminded him most uneasily of when he was being chased by Biff and a chill ran down his back.
He looked around Griff's office, but he couldn't see Griff anywhere.
Marty walked over to the huge lounge room. A show was going on, with two women with low necklines and skirts that came 7 inches above their knees were dancing. Marty ignored the sight, knowing he had better things to do.
Then Marty saw a person sitting on the couch that caught his attention. He wore a silver tuxedo with no tie, a beer belly was hanging off his waist and had brown hair with streaks of grey hair and a very familiar smirk.
It was Griff Tannen, Marty was sure of it.
There was also another person sitting next to Griff. He looked a lot like Biff and was wearing a leather jacket. Marty guessed it was Butch Tannen, Griff's son.
Marty didn't know how to grab his attention. He walked over to Griff's desk and found a gold ash tray. Marty picked it up and threw it on the ground.
It clattered to the ground. The music stopped. The girls stopped dancing amd Griff and Butch looked towards him.
"What the hell do you want McFly?" Griff yelled.
"I need to discuss something with you."
"What? You wanna watch too?"
"No." Marty replied.
"Is it money?"
"No."
"Well what is it butthead?!" Griff said impatiently.
"Grays, Sports, Almanac." Marty said.
Griff's face grew pale. His eyes widened. "How do you know about that?"
"Let's discuss it in your office." Marty said.
Griff and Marty went into Griff's office. Griff sat down on the recliner chair.
"Sit down!" Griff ordered.
Marty obediently sat down on a chair near the table.
"So what do you want to know about this book?" Griff said.
"First let me hear how you got it. How, when and where." Marty said nervously. This conversation was turning out a lot like the one with Biff.
"All right." Griff said. "The date was October 21st 2015."
For minute Marty thought he was hearing things. "2015? That was the day I went to- uh, I mean that was the day of the famous hover board incident with you and your friends." Marty said, recalling what happened.
Griff raised an eyebrow. "Really? How do you know about that?"
Uh oh, Marty thought. Think fast McFly! "My father told me about it."
"Oh now I know you. Your Marty McFly Jnr's son, Mark."
"Yeah."
Griff shrugged. "I'll never forget that day. It was 7:00 in the morning. The doorbell rang. I opened the door and this old man is there. He says he's going to make me an offer I can't refuse. He says come with me in his car. So I go in his car. It was this stainless steel car. He goes that it was a DeLorean. Never heard of it. He goes how would you like to be rich. So I say sure."
Marty digested all this in his head. Now it was positive that Griff had a time machine.
Griff got out a key from his pocket and unlocked a draw on the table and took out the almanac. "So he lays this book on me. He says it contains information on every major sports event in the century. Then I get out of the car and he drives off. I never saw him again."
He put back the the book in the draw and locked it.
"Okay now." Marty said, an idea forming in his head. "I have to go. Nice talking with you Tannen."
Marty whipped out the sleep inducer and pressed the button.
"What the-"
Griff stumbled and fell onto the floor. Just then the doors opened. Butch Tannen walked in.
"You little son of a bitch!" Butch said. "Look what you did to my pop!"
"Hey it was an accident I swear!" Marty cried.
"You're gonna pay for that you little runt!" Butch said. He pulled out a futuristic gun and started firing.
Marty, dodging all the shots ran back to the door.
"Get 'im!" Butch yelled.
Marty looked at the main door. Two men and a woman came out. Marty gasped. It was Data, Whitey and Spike, Griff's gang from 2015! They all whipped out guns. Marty started running to the door. He walked up the stairs and onto the roof, confusing Griff's gang and sending them stumbling downstairs.
When Marty got to the roof, the train was there.
"Marty!" Doc said. "What's wrong?"
"Butch is gonna shoot me!" Marty yelled.
"Just then Butch walked out.
"What the hell?" Butch said. "Emmett Brown? I thought my old man killed you years ago!"
"You son of a-" Doc started.
"There's not enough time. Let's go!" Marty said.
Marty got in. The train rose up in the air and took off. Butch was standing on the building, with a puzzled look on his face.
"So, did Griff actually build a time machine?" Doc said.
"Yeah. And we have to go back to October 21st 2015!" Marty said.
"Great Scott! I don't believe it!" Doc said.