Chapter 5
Wednesday, October 21st 2015
6:55am
"Doc, this is Marty, over?" Marty said in the walkie talkie.
"Check Marty. What's the situation?" Doc said in the speaker.
"I'm at Griff's house waiting for old Griff to come." Marty said.
"All right then. Remember, don't interfere with this event. The last thing we need now is a life ending paradox." Doc said.
"Ten four." Marty said. He turned off the walkie-talkie and put it in his pocket. He waited behind young Griff's car.
As soon as Marty got behind the car, another car came into the drive way. Marty gasped. It was the DeLorean! Marty almost had heart failure at the sight of it. It looked just like the old DeLorean did, steel exterior, Mr Fusion at the back, rocket boosters also at the back, and even a "OUTATIME" license plate.
Old Griff walked out of the car. He closed the door and went to the porch of young Griff's house. Quickly Marty went to the DeLorean. IBoy, this brings back memories/I he thought. I1955, 2015, 1985-A, 1885.../I
The loud knock on Griff's door made Marty come back to reality and he looked. The door opened and Young Griff walked out, with a black and gold striped shirt, black leather pants, Pit Bull shoes and that silver helmet on his head.
"Whaddya want old man?" Young Griff said. "If you're sellin' raffle tickets I don't want any."
Old Griff smirked. "No raffle tickets. I came here to make an offer you can't refuse."
"Oh right." Young Griff said. "You're gonna sell me a Playstation2 outta ya car? Get with the times. Playstation6 is the best out there."
"Just get in the car butthead." Old Griff said.
Young Griff frowned. "Who are you calling butthead, butthead?"
"Just get in the car Tannen, today's your lucky day." Old Griff said.
Young Griff shrugged. He and Old Griff went over to the DeLorean. Marty ducked so that the two Griff's wouldn't see him.
Old Griff got in the driver's seat. Young Griff didn't. "What the hell is this piece of shit?"
"It's a DeLorean, okay?" Old Griff sighed.
"Never heard of it."
"Just get in the car!"
Young Griff reluctantly got in the car. Old Griff took out the almanac.
"You see this book?" Old Griff said. "This book tells the future. This is something that will make you filthy rich. You wanna be rich don't you?"
"Oh yeah sure. Whatever." Young Griff said, bored.
Old Griff went on. "This book tells the results of every major sports event of the not so distant future. Slamball, Air hockey, laser challenges. The information is worth millions. And I'm giving it to you." Griff said, handing the almanac over to Young Griff.
"Well thank you very much old man." Young Griff said sarcastically. "Now why don't you make like a bee, and go away."
Old Griff smacked him across the head. "It's buzz off, you idiot! Make like a bee, and buzz off. You sound like a damn moron when you say it wrong!" He exclaimed.
"Allright then leave! And take your book with you!" Young Griff yelled.
"Don't you get it?" Old Griff said. "You could make a fortune! Let me show you."
Old Griff turned on the radio of the DeLorean. Marty listened closely. The radio was broadcasting a slamball game, Rhydons vs Geodudes, whatever that was. Old Griff opened the almanac and flipped through the pages.
"Bet you a hundred bucks Geodudes win by 50 points." Old Griff said.
"Oh okay." Young Griff said.
"The game is over! Geodudes win by 50 points!" The radio said.
Young Griff's eyes widened. "Okay what's the gag?" He said.
"It's in this book." Old Griff said. "Bet on the winner and you'll never lose."
"All right. Thanks." Young Griff said. "He grabbed the almanac and got out of the DeLorean. He went back to the house. Marty caught a glimpse of the Destination time in the DeLorean: Jan 02 2055 1:00pm. The DeLorean drove off and disappeared with three sonic booms and a flash of light, leaving two fire trails behind. Young Griff went into the house and slammed the door.
Marty walked up to the door. It would budge. It was locked! IPerfect/I he thought. INow what?/I
Marty took out his walkie talkie.
"Doc? Doc damn it come in!"
"Marty, what's the report?" Doc said with static in his voice.
"Old Griff's gone. Young Griff went in the house with the almanac and I can't get in!" Marty said into the speaker.
"Great Scott! Wait in Griff's car and try to get the almanac! What time is it?" Doc said.
"Seven forty five." Marty replied.
"Since Griff goes to the Cafe 80's at 9:45am, you have to wait for two hours in the car." Doc said.
"Perfect." Marty said. "Over and out."
He turned off the walkie talkie. He went over to Griff's car and hid in the back seat.
"This can't get any worse." Marty said to himself.
He was wrong.
Wednesday, October 21st 2015
6:55am
"Doc, this is Marty, over?" Marty said in the walkie talkie.
"Check Marty. What's the situation?" Doc said in the speaker.
"I'm at Griff's house waiting for old Griff to come." Marty said.
"All right then. Remember, don't interfere with this event. The last thing we need now is a life ending paradox." Doc said.
"Ten four." Marty said. He turned off the walkie-talkie and put it in his pocket. He waited behind young Griff's car.
As soon as Marty got behind the car, another car came into the drive way. Marty gasped. It was the DeLorean! Marty almost had heart failure at the sight of it. It looked just like the old DeLorean did, steel exterior, Mr Fusion at the back, rocket boosters also at the back, and even a "OUTATIME" license plate.
Old Griff walked out of the car. He closed the door and went to the porch of young Griff's house. Quickly Marty went to the DeLorean. IBoy, this brings back memories/I he thought. I1955, 2015, 1985-A, 1885.../I
The loud knock on Griff's door made Marty come back to reality and he looked. The door opened and Young Griff walked out, with a black and gold striped shirt, black leather pants, Pit Bull shoes and that silver helmet on his head.
"Whaddya want old man?" Young Griff said. "If you're sellin' raffle tickets I don't want any."
Old Griff smirked. "No raffle tickets. I came here to make an offer you can't refuse."
"Oh right." Young Griff said. "You're gonna sell me a Playstation2 outta ya car? Get with the times. Playstation6 is the best out there."
"Just get in the car butthead." Old Griff said.
Young Griff frowned. "Who are you calling butthead, butthead?"
"Just get in the car Tannen, today's your lucky day." Old Griff said.
Young Griff shrugged. He and Old Griff went over to the DeLorean. Marty ducked so that the two Griff's wouldn't see him.
Old Griff got in the driver's seat. Young Griff didn't. "What the hell is this piece of shit?"
"It's a DeLorean, okay?" Old Griff sighed.
"Never heard of it."
"Just get in the car!"
Young Griff reluctantly got in the car. Old Griff took out the almanac.
"You see this book?" Old Griff said. "This book tells the future. This is something that will make you filthy rich. You wanna be rich don't you?"
"Oh yeah sure. Whatever." Young Griff said, bored.
Old Griff went on. "This book tells the results of every major sports event of the not so distant future. Slamball, Air hockey, laser challenges. The information is worth millions. And I'm giving it to you." Griff said, handing the almanac over to Young Griff.
"Well thank you very much old man." Young Griff said sarcastically. "Now why don't you make like a bee, and go away."
Old Griff smacked him across the head. "It's buzz off, you idiot! Make like a bee, and buzz off. You sound like a damn moron when you say it wrong!" He exclaimed.
"Allright then leave! And take your book with you!" Young Griff yelled.
"Don't you get it?" Old Griff said. "You could make a fortune! Let me show you."
Old Griff turned on the radio of the DeLorean. Marty listened closely. The radio was broadcasting a slamball game, Rhydons vs Geodudes, whatever that was. Old Griff opened the almanac and flipped through the pages.
"Bet you a hundred bucks Geodudes win by 50 points." Old Griff said.
"Oh okay." Young Griff said.
"The game is over! Geodudes win by 50 points!" The radio said.
Young Griff's eyes widened. "Okay what's the gag?" He said.
"It's in this book." Old Griff said. "Bet on the winner and you'll never lose."
"All right. Thanks." Young Griff said. "He grabbed the almanac and got out of the DeLorean. He went back to the house. Marty caught a glimpse of the Destination time in the DeLorean: Jan 02 2055 1:00pm. The DeLorean drove off and disappeared with three sonic booms and a flash of light, leaving two fire trails behind. Young Griff went into the house and slammed the door.
Marty walked up to the door. It would budge. It was locked! IPerfect/I he thought. INow what?/I
Marty took out his walkie talkie.
"Doc? Doc damn it come in!"
"Marty, what's the report?" Doc said with static in his voice.
"Old Griff's gone. Young Griff went in the house with the almanac and I can't get in!" Marty said into the speaker.
"Great Scott! Wait in Griff's car and try to get the almanac! What time is it?" Doc said.
"Seven forty five." Marty replied.
"Since Griff goes to the Cafe 80's at 9:45am, you have to wait for two hours in the car." Doc said.
"Perfect." Marty said. "Over and out."
He turned off the walkie talkie. He went over to Griff's car and hid in the back seat.
"This can't get any worse." Marty said to himself.
He was wrong.