October 26th, 1985. 1:24 AM
Hill Valley, California.
3 loud sonic booms rang in Marty's ear as he very nearly crashed into the Essex Theatre. A bit shaken, he slowly threw the DeLorean into reverse and made a U-Turn to go the other way before stopping to check his surroundings.
However, Marty still was unaware he had a fellow passenger, the teenaged 1955 version of bully Biff Tannen, who, in this time was almost 48 years old. He now thought this kid he only knew as Calvin Klein was just as whacko as his apparent friend, Emmett Brown. He didn't know what the loud explosion was and how he avoided getting killed in a crash, but all he knew is he wanted to get his hands on Calvin Klein now!
Marty exited the car at the present site of the Bank Of America. He was sweating profusely and looked clearly tired, but also relieved to be in his own time again after his weeklong adventure. He noticed a digital clock change from 1:23 to 1:24 AM. He said "Oh, Red, you look great! Everything looks great." Marty was referring to Red Thomas JR, a 41 year-old bearded bum whom Marty was acquainted with. He was the son of the 1950s Hill Valley major, Red SR. Red JR regularly slept on a park bench in the town square.
In the car, Biff was now getting annoyed and confused. With Marty out of the car, he was about to get out, when all of a sudden, Marty looked at the large digital clock outside the bank. "1:24, I still got time, I'm comin' Doc." He said rather confidently as he got back in the car. Biff sighed, feeling like a pit bull in a cage. Marty tried the engine, but it failed to start.
"Oh no, no not again!" Just as he said this, an ugly, light green old model Volkswagen van drove by. "Libyans" said Marty, before charging off on foot, past a now sleeping Red, attempting to follow the Libyans, who were on their way to shoot Doc at the Lone Pine Mall.
At this moment, Marty managed to flag down a passing car. "Hey, listen, it's an emergency, I've gotta get to Twin Pines Mall now." The man in the car was in his mid 50s. "Marty, what's happening kid, why do you need to be at the mall in such a hurry?" Marty recognized who it was, "Hi Terry, I'll have to explain it to you later, I just uh, you know, said I'd, uh, meet somebody and I don't want them to, well, get mad or anything." With this, Marty was on his way to the Lone Pine Mall, 3 ½ miles away, on the other end of town.
Once Biff was sure Marty was gone, he finally ventured out of the cramped position he was in. It didn't make it any better that he was wearing a large white suit, and he was hot and sweating, much like Marty. He went to open the door and forgot it opened upward. With it halfway open, he climbed out. Not wanting to leave any trace that he was in there, he shut the gull wing door. Again not remembering which direction it went, he forcefully pushed it forward, accidentally hitting his foot in the process.
"Oof!" shouted the teen, as he seethingly thought out loud. "I don't know where that son-of-a-bitch went, but when I find him, he ain't gonna forget me." He had to wonder what all that fuss was about, when they hadn't traveled but a mile or so, back and forth, but Biff decided to go back to his car.
He saw a sign for Statler Toyota, and Bank Of America, and though he clearly was in the same place, it couldn't be. It looked very different, even the architecture and cars on the street were like nothing he had seen before. To his dismay, the place where he thought he parked his 1946 Ford was now empty. Even the grassy park in the Courthouse Square was now a car park where Red the bum was sleeping.
"WHAT THE HELL! Where is my car, god damn it!" This had certainly been a very long night, and he was now mad, vengeful and even worried. "1:26 AM! How did 3 or 4 hours pass? It does seem that long though, that butthead didn't even have a backseat." In all the confusion, he noticed a shop called Cupid's Adult Books. When he realized what that meant, he did crack a little smile.
He ran over to the only person who appeared to be around, Red. "Hey, you, guy with a mile long beard, can you tell me just what's going on here?" Red, half asleep just said, "I don't know, man, just some crazy drunk driver that done come though here."
"Yeah, I think he was more than drunk, you know."
Red than had a flashback. "Hey, maybe it's just me, but you look real familiar, like I knew you before or something, back when I was a kid." Biff said, "Yeah, fat chance, you, a kid, sure, when we didn't have electricity."
"That sounds like something Biff Tannen would say." At this, Biff said, "Hello, hello anybody home? Think buddy, think!" However, because this guy was older than him (well actually he wasn't, he was about 6 year younger in real time) he didn't get physical or anything. "I am Biff Tannen."
Red thought this guy was drunk too, because he was getting confused. "You're Biff JR right? Biff's son. He's told me about you, and he was just like you about 30 years ago." Biff thought he was dreaming. "My dad wasn't named Biff, I'm the only one in the family with that name, unless I ever, maybe have a kid and give him that name, that he'll be Biff JR, not me, butthead."
That's just how your father, teenage Biff used to talk in the 1950s. Of course, he's gotten his own business now, I'm thinking he's gotta be doing okay. He even waxes that local Sci-Fi author's car. What's his name, George Mcfly?"
At this mention, Biff began to have a jaw dropping reaction. All the pieces were fitting together. How could there be 2 Biffs? How could he clearly be in the same place with everything looking different? How could people remember Biff from 30 years ago, and most of all, what was this author George Mcfly stuff about? That weird guy, Calvin Klein, did say something about going back early, and a time machine, but Biff passed it off as jabbering.
The possible truth was possibly beginning to hit him. He still denied it in his head though, thinking it must be some weird dream or his imagination. He asked one more thing, "OK, so I just gotta know something. Why does this look so different? There was a park here, and I don't recognize these cars.
Red thought this kid must be joking, but he really now seemed pissed off and sincerely confused. He than told the obvious truth. "Look, Tannen, you know where you are, right?"
"If I knew, would I be asking some guy on the street?"
Red thought about it. "Yeah, I suppose that's gotta be right. Okay, you're in Hill Valley, California in the year 1985."
It began to set in finally. "1985." After a long pause, he only could think of one thing to say. "Shiiiiiiiiit!" Than he collapsed and fell to the ground near the foot of Red's bench and fell asleep for the night.
3 loud sonic booms rang in Marty's ear as he very nearly crashed into the Essex Theatre. A bit shaken, he slowly threw the DeLorean into reverse and made a U-Turn to go the other way before stopping to check his surroundings.
However, Marty still was unaware he had a fellow passenger, the teenaged 1955 version of bully Biff Tannen, who, in this time was almost 48 years old. He now thought this kid he only knew as Calvin Klein was just as whacko as his apparent friend, Emmett Brown. He didn't know what the loud explosion was and how he avoided getting killed in a crash, but all he knew is he wanted to get his hands on Calvin Klein now!
Marty exited the car at the present site of the Bank Of America. He was sweating profusely and looked clearly tired, but also relieved to be in his own time again after his weeklong adventure. He noticed a digital clock change from 1:23 to 1:24 AM. He said "Oh, Red, you look great! Everything looks great." Marty was referring to Red Thomas JR, a 41 year-old bearded bum whom Marty was acquainted with. He was the son of the 1950s Hill Valley major, Red SR. Red JR regularly slept on a park bench in the town square.
In the car, Biff was now getting annoyed and confused. With Marty out of the car, he was about to get out, when all of a sudden, Marty looked at the large digital clock outside the bank. "1:24, I still got time, I'm comin' Doc." He said rather confidently as he got back in the car. Biff sighed, feeling like a pit bull in a cage. Marty tried the engine, but it failed to start.
"Oh no, no not again!" Just as he said this, an ugly, light green old model Volkswagen van drove by. "Libyans" said Marty, before charging off on foot, past a now sleeping Red, attempting to follow the Libyans, who were on their way to shoot Doc at the Lone Pine Mall.
At this moment, Marty managed to flag down a passing car. "Hey, listen, it's an emergency, I've gotta get to Twin Pines Mall now." The man in the car was in his mid 50s. "Marty, what's happening kid, why do you need to be at the mall in such a hurry?" Marty recognized who it was, "Hi Terry, I'll have to explain it to you later, I just uh, you know, said I'd, uh, meet somebody and I don't want them to, well, get mad or anything." With this, Marty was on his way to the Lone Pine Mall, 3 ½ miles away, on the other end of town.
Once Biff was sure Marty was gone, he finally ventured out of the cramped position he was in. It didn't make it any better that he was wearing a large white suit, and he was hot and sweating, much like Marty. He went to open the door and forgot it opened upward. With it halfway open, he climbed out. Not wanting to leave any trace that he was in there, he shut the gull wing door. Again not remembering which direction it went, he forcefully pushed it forward, accidentally hitting his foot in the process.
"Oof!" shouted the teen, as he seethingly thought out loud. "I don't know where that son-of-a-bitch went, but when I find him, he ain't gonna forget me." He had to wonder what all that fuss was about, when they hadn't traveled but a mile or so, back and forth, but Biff decided to go back to his car.
He saw a sign for Statler Toyota, and Bank Of America, and though he clearly was in the same place, it couldn't be. It looked very different, even the architecture and cars on the street were like nothing he had seen before. To his dismay, the place where he thought he parked his 1946 Ford was now empty. Even the grassy park in the Courthouse Square was now a car park where Red the bum was sleeping.
"WHAT THE HELL! Where is my car, god damn it!" This had certainly been a very long night, and he was now mad, vengeful and even worried. "1:26 AM! How did 3 or 4 hours pass? It does seem that long though, that butthead didn't even have a backseat." In all the confusion, he noticed a shop called Cupid's Adult Books. When he realized what that meant, he did crack a little smile.
He ran over to the only person who appeared to be around, Red. "Hey, you, guy with a mile long beard, can you tell me just what's going on here?" Red, half asleep just said, "I don't know, man, just some crazy drunk driver that done come though here."
"Yeah, I think he was more than drunk, you know."
Red than had a flashback. "Hey, maybe it's just me, but you look real familiar, like I knew you before or something, back when I was a kid." Biff said, "Yeah, fat chance, you, a kid, sure, when we didn't have electricity."
"That sounds like something Biff Tannen would say." At this, Biff said, "Hello, hello anybody home? Think buddy, think!" However, because this guy was older than him (well actually he wasn't, he was about 6 year younger in real time) he didn't get physical or anything. "I am Biff Tannen."
Red thought this guy was drunk too, because he was getting confused. "You're Biff JR right? Biff's son. He's told me about you, and he was just like you about 30 years ago." Biff thought he was dreaming. "My dad wasn't named Biff, I'm the only one in the family with that name, unless I ever, maybe have a kid and give him that name, that he'll be Biff JR, not me, butthead."
That's just how your father, teenage Biff used to talk in the 1950s. Of course, he's gotten his own business now, I'm thinking he's gotta be doing okay. He even waxes that local Sci-Fi author's car. What's his name, George Mcfly?"
At this mention, Biff began to have a jaw dropping reaction. All the pieces were fitting together. How could there be 2 Biffs? How could he clearly be in the same place with everything looking different? How could people remember Biff from 30 years ago, and most of all, what was this author George Mcfly stuff about? That weird guy, Calvin Klein, did say something about going back early, and a time machine, but Biff passed it off as jabbering.
The possible truth was possibly beginning to hit him. He still denied it in his head though, thinking it must be some weird dream or his imagination. He asked one more thing, "OK, so I just gotta know something. Why does this look so different? There was a park here, and I don't recognize these cars.
Red thought this kid must be joking, but he really now seemed pissed off and sincerely confused. He than told the obvious truth. "Look, Tannen, you know where you are, right?"
"If I knew, would I be asking some guy on the street?"
Red thought about it. "Yeah, I suppose that's gotta be right. Okay, you're in Hill Valley, California in the year 1985."
It began to set in finally. "1985." After a long pause, he only could think of one thing to say. "Shiiiiiiiiit!" Than he collapsed and fell to the ground near the foot of Red's bench and fell asleep for the night.