Marty and Doc raced behind the gas station. Needles hadn't followed
them. "Now's our chance to escape, Marty. Hurry!" They both raced toward
the time train. But just then, Needles came around the corner. "Where do
you think you're going?" His eyes widened as he saw the train. Just then,
his accomplice and the cashier came around the corner with the car. They
both got out. "We're trapped!" whispered Needle's accomplice. Needles
turned from Marty and Doc to his accomplice. "No, we aren't. We can hide in
the train." Doc looked at Marty, shocked. These thieves must be very
stupid.
"Get in the train, now!" ordered Needles. Nevertheless, the two thieves had guns, and Doc wasn't taking any chances. "What is this?" demanded Needles. "A science experiment you've been working on behind this gas station?" Doc looked at Marty, putting on an act. "I don't know where this came from." Marty shrugged. "Me either."
Needles frowned. He shut the door, and looked around the train. He played with the controls, and suddenly, it came to life. "This is like something out of a movie," he said. He started pressing buttons. It was all Doc could do to not shout out. Suddenly, when Needles used a small steering wheel, they felt the train move up. He pressed another button, and the windows became clear so they could see outside. They were rising above the ground!" Needles was speechless.
The police cars were swarming below. They became smaller and smaller. Soon, Needles was flying around, getting used to the controls. By now, the passengers were on the seats that Doc had installed. Doc didn't look so good. This was the second time the time machine had fallen into the wrong hands. And it was still Marty's fault. Marty felt awful, too.
Now, it was getting dangerous. Needles was flying fast through the sky. He had a crazed look in his eyes, as he traveled at 70 miles per hour. Doc looked at Marty with a nervous glance. He checked the time circuits. Needles had messed with those, too. The Destination time was November 8, 1416. Doc passed out as they hit 88 miles per hour.
"Get in the train, now!" ordered Needles. Nevertheless, the two thieves had guns, and Doc wasn't taking any chances. "What is this?" demanded Needles. "A science experiment you've been working on behind this gas station?" Doc looked at Marty, putting on an act. "I don't know where this came from." Marty shrugged. "Me either."
Needles frowned. He shut the door, and looked around the train. He played with the controls, and suddenly, it came to life. "This is like something out of a movie," he said. He started pressing buttons. It was all Doc could do to not shout out. Suddenly, when Needles used a small steering wheel, they felt the train move up. He pressed another button, and the windows became clear so they could see outside. They were rising above the ground!" Needles was speechless.
The police cars were swarming below. They became smaller and smaller. Soon, Needles was flying around, getting used to the controls. By now, the passengers were on the seats that Doc had installed. Doc didn't look so good. This was the second time the time machine had fallen into the wrong hands. And it was still Marty's fault. Marty felt awful, too.
Now, it was getting dangerous. Needles was flying fast through the sky. He had a crazed look in his eyes, as he traveled at 70 miles per hour. Doc looked at Marty with a nervous glance. He checked the time circuits. Needles had messed with those, too. The Destination time was November 8, 1416. Doc passed out as they hit 88 miles per hour.