Twenty three year old Optimus Prime waved the Bio-stasia stick under the old guy's nose a couple of times and the guy's eyes fluttered open, a look of confusion on his face. "W-where am I?" he asked groggily as he glanced at Optimus and then the other hover-techs crowded around him "Wha-what happened?" Optimus sighed with relief "Just relax sir, You fainted but your okay, your in the parking lot of Goldie's Wilson's hover-conversion shop"
The old guy sat up "My c-car.."
Optimus grimaced "I'm sorry sir but your car has been……destroyed"
The old guy's eyes opened wide,
"Great Scott!" he said before promptly fainting yet again.
The door of Hill Valley Medical opened and Doc walked on out. The medical droid had finally said let him loose after three days of being cooped up in a medical room for examinations. The only catch was that he'd had to agree to take medication and make monthly visits to the hospital to keep the medical staff up to date on his condition. Doc wandered out of sight of the Hospital before tossing the medication into a nearby trashcan—his futureself if he were still alive was going to have quite a problem on his hands but his present-self couldn't be bothered with that now. He had a misson to accomplish.
Marty grunted as he pushed the Delorean into the old abandoned mine and then into a paticular section. His muscles screamed in pain and Marty felt like his legs were about to give out on him. He'd finally given up with the time machine.His best bet now was to just bury the thing and write a letter to Doc-hopefully he could find someplace that would hold the letter for sevnty years. The chances were slim but it was all he had.
Hours later, Marty had sucessfully blocked off the section of the mine that held the time machine. All he needed now was a calling card to hopefully show Doc where he'd buried it. And then dynamite the cave in so that it would remain undsiturbed until 1955. He finally chose the color photograph he'd shown the 1955 version of Doc during his first trip to the fifties.
Doc walked out of "Skeeter's Pawn" stuffing the money into his inside coat pocket. In all he'd fetched about $75000000 for the contents in the Expando-Spacer, including the bag itself. That together with the money the Hover-Conversion shop had refunded him because of the incident gave him a total of approxamitely $ 75009999.95 Of course as rich as this would have made him in his own time here it was a rather middle class wage. Especially with the fact that a Pepsi cost $500 dollars and a single gallon of gasoline could costs anywhere between $4000 to $31000 depending on which kind you were using.
Doc stopped and tried to remember where the pawn shop owner had told him he could find a place that dealt in classic cars and realized that the quickest way to get there would be to cut through the alley up ahead.
Doc ducked into the alley and was trying to sort out exactly what to do as soon as he could secure a proper vehicle when he was suddenly knocked down to the ground from behind.
Doc sat up and spun around and found himself facing a fist holding an elaborate dagger. His eyes panned up to see four men all wearing matching leather jackets and all sporting similar sinister grins. the guy holding the dagger was thin and wiry and his hair looked greasy, as if it hadn't been washed in years. The second guy was shorter and had a large potbelly and muscular arms. The two guys in the rear were more intimidating though. Both of them stood at least seven feet tall and had identical mullets both looked pretty bulky too. There wasn't anyway Doc could hope to overcome these guys. He was at their mercy.
The skinny guy with the knife leaned forward sticking his face into Doc's. "Your on The Pterodactyl's turf now Pappy,You wanna use our yellow brick road, you gotta pay the wizard" the foursome chuckled at the joke and the guy with the knife held out his hand "Gimmie the cash old-timer"
"Don't you think that's a bit impolite?" came a deep voice from behind Doc. He turned to see a mammoth of a man with his hands on his hips and glaring at the hoods "I mean you didn't even say please."
The wiry guy drew back and spat at the big guy who had come to Doc's defense
"And just who the spig are you?" snorted he muttered irately.
'The name's Ramsey boys, Shemp Ramsey. And I'd be much obliged If you'ed go and leave this man alone"
the foursome laughed at this even harder than they had at their leader's joke.
"Yeah? And how do ya plan to do that buddy? We gotcha outnumbered!" the wiry guy sneered.
Shemp pulled out the silver pistol from it's hip holster "I have an Ice gun" he said "I figure I oughta be able to freeze you bojos for at least twelve hours which is long enough for the cops to certainly get here and haul you degenerates into the slammer."
The wiry guy moved closer brandishing his knife, "Issat a fact?" he swiped out at Shemp "Well let's see what happens anyway" he growled as he suddenly lunged forward and slashed the knife across Shemp's gun hand causing the bigger man to drop his gun.
The wiry guy grabbed it and pointed it at Shemp. "Looks like we win and you…well, you don't" the guy cackled as he pulled the trigger and shot straight at Shemp.
A white freezing cloud of ice enveloped the bigger man and the gang let out whoops and hollers.
The cloud evaporated and the skinny guy leaned forward anticipating the Shemp's body incased in a block on ice.
He gasped as the last of the cloud dissapeared to reveal Shemp not only not frozen but not affected in any way as well---in fact he had his head upturned and was just swallowing the last few drops of some kind of liquid that had been in the vial he held above his mouth.
"What the Frell?" gasped the wiry guy
Shemp turned and looked at him,grinned and expalined in one word "Antifreeze!" suddenly before the guy could react Shemp had grabbed the guy and lifted him over his head. He suddenly turned and threw the punk into the brick wall hard enough that it knocked him out. The potbellied guy used the momentary distraction to try and rush Shemp but got an elbow in the mouth. Stumbling back that fat guy cursed and ran at Shemp again only to get a kick to the gut and then powerbombed straight into the pavement knocking him too unconcious.
Shemp turned to the two other guys.
"Ya guys really wanna continue this or do you wanna do the smart thing and give up?"
As in response one of the guys ripped a steel bar from the side of the building and bent it into a "v" shape, he then handed over to his twin who proceeded to bend it back and then without warning he threw it like a spear at Shemp's heart.
Shemp however caught it easily, and began to twist it himself .
When he was done, he held up the bar to reveal that it had been bent into the shape of a rabbit.
Shemp tossed the bar to the ground and plowed into both guys taking them by total surprise. He sat one one guy's chest and began to pummel him as the other guy jumped up and grabbed the bunny-shaped steel bar and swung it down at Shemp who moved out of the way just in time so that the guy's partner whom he had been whaling on was hit instead. The guy dropped the steel bar and caught Shemp in the temple with a kick, knock the man to his back.
The hood grinned savagely and stood over Shemp's body as he fit on brass knuckles " Sto andando ucciderlo!"
"You speak Italian?" Shemp asked "Well then maybe you'll understand Volarie!" Suddenly he reached out and slapped the buttons on the guys rocketboots activating them at once . Before the guy was able to utter another word he suddenly shot into the sky screaming at the top of his lungs as he twisted and twirled through the sky barely missing the hovercars as he shot straight up through the skylane and out of sight.
"Hey pal, that was my brother!" Shemp looked at the last thug remaining. His face was bloody from where Shemp had been pounding him "I'm gonna spill your freakin' guts you sonuvabi-" Shemp lashed out and punched the guy straight in the mouth. The guy's head snapped back and he reeled from the punch before dropping like a sack of potatoes.
Shemp turned to Doc who still sat on the ground wide-eyed at the spectacle he had just witnessed "You okay sir?" he asked.
Doc nodded dumbfounded. "Uh---yeah."
"You know, it really isn't a good idea to be walking through the alleyway's sir-it's dangerous"
"I'll uh—I'll keep that in mind" Doc said as he got to his feet.
"Where you going anyway?" asked Shemp
"I was headed to Classy Freddy Blassie's Classy Cars" Doc explained
"Hey, your in luck, that's my shop" Shemp said brightly
"Uh—I thought you said your name was Shemp" Doc said confused.
"It is" said Shemp grinning "The place is named after a childhood hero of mine, What kind of car did you have in mind?" he asked
"Oh a uh—Delorean" Doc said still a bit frazzled
"Your in luck again," said Shemp "I just got one yesterday, it's even one of the rarer kind too it's red." He said grinning. "Follow me."
A couple hours later Doc pulled up to his hotel room in his new red colored Delorean and drove it into the garage connected to his room.
The Shemp guy had taken such a liking to Doc that he'd even cut the price in half and Doc had ended up saving a lot of money.
That was good because the rest of his money was going to go towards getting the parts necessary to turn it into a time machine, and pay for the hotel room. Doc wished he had enough for hover-conversion but it was just a luxury he had to do without. Heck, he was going to have to be eating tv dinners just to get by.
Doc sighed and climed out of the Delorean and stumbled into his room. "Better get to bed" he mumbled with a yawn "I gotta get up early tommorrow morning!"
And with that he pitched forward and collasped on the bed, well asleep before his head hit the pillow.