Disclaimer: I do not own Beat It by Michael Jackson.

October 21, 2015
4:56 PM PST

As the twins have entered the Courthouse Square, they've notice that the building has changed vasty. Oh, the Courthouse was still there - but it now the Courthouse Mall. The clock was still stopped at 10:04, though. Flying cars were all around - and the twins could see the skyway from where they were standing. Just as when Marty had first stepped into the square in 1955, he and Calvin nearly got hit by a car - so they stepped out of the way to let it pass. Looking at the Courthouse, they saw that, instead of a car park, the central bit of the Square now had a pond and tropical plants. There was a man fishing there. The twins looked around again - and saw the 'on ramp' between road and skyway. Cars were both entering and exiting the skyway. Marty and Calvin turned around. The Texaco station hag also changed! It was now 2 levels - one for hover-converted vehicles and one for ground cars.

'Welcome to Texaco,' greeted a computerized voice. 'You can trust your car to the system with the star. Checking oil, checking landing gear...'

The twins looked over at the cinema. It was now called Holomax - and Jaws 19 is showing, directed by someone named Max Spielberg. The twins looked away and a holo-shark came out, creeping towards the twins. It was just about to 'eat' them.

'Argh!' Marty and Calvin shrieked.

As the twins had gotten up, they noticed that there were people looking at them strangely.

'Shark still looks fake,' commented Marty.

'Yeah, really,' agreed Calvin.

Then the twins have noticed a holo-billboard somewhere.

'Hi, friends,' announced a voice from the holo-billboard. 'Goldie Wilson III for Wilson Hover-Conversion Systems. You know, when my grandpa was mayor of Hill Valley, he had to worry about traffic problems. But now, you don't have to worry about traffic! I'll hover-convert your old road car into a skyway flyer. For only $39,999.95. So come on down and see me, Goldie Wilson III, at any one of our 29 convenient locations. Remember, keep 'em flying.'

As the twins saw an antique store, called Blast From The Past, they looked in the window. Inside were a Grey's Sports Almanac: 1950-2000, a Jaws Nintendo game, an old Apple Mac (circa 1984), a Roger Rabbit doll, a lava lamp, a Dustbuster, Perrier water bottles, a Super VHS video camera, a Walkman, some Dragnet and Animal House videos, the political comedy album Trust Me, and (for some strange reason) Marty's shirt and the jacket that he wore on his trip to 1955.

'Wow! I guess we really are in the future!' remarked Calvin.

'I wonder why my shirt and the jacket that I wore to 1955 are in there,' pondered Marty.

'To 1955?' asked Calvin, confused. 'What are you talking about, Marty? You went back to 1955?'

'Look, Calvin, we don't have time for this right now,' Marty said, sighing. 'I'll explain everything to you later. I promise.'

'Fine, whatever,' mumbled Calvin. Why didn't I get to travel back to 1955? How come Doc told Marty about the time machine - before he told me about it? Calvin tried to clear his mind of those thoughts - but he still felt left out.

oooooooooo

The twins then walked into the Cafe 80's next door, where Lou's Aerobics was in 1985, and Lou's Cafe was in 1955. The song Beat It by Michael Jackson was being played.

'Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it,' warbled Michael Jackson's voice. 'No one wants to be defeated... Showin' how funky strong is your fight... It doesn't matter who's wrong or right... Just beat it, beat it... Just beat it, beat it... Just beat it, beat it... Just beat it, beat it...'

As Marty looked around, he noticed that the layout of the Cafe is similar to Lou's Cafe. Behind the counter were some TV screens playing shows of the 1980s - including Family Ties, Miami Vice, Dallas, Cheers, The Oprah Winfrey Show, The Smurfs, and Taxi. The Cafe was decorated with various decorations from the 1980s. Two cyclists were inside pedaling on exercise bikes. There were no waiters or anything like that in the Cafe, just video waiters. One of them, who looked like Michael Jackson, was talking to a woman customer who was sitting at the counter.

'...or you might want to go south western with our la bamba fajita tortilla pita. It's got a hot salsa, avocados, some natural mix with your choice of beans, chicken, b..b..beef or pork...' the Michael Jackson video was saying.

'What the hell is this?' asked Marty. 'No waiters? Of the human variety, I mean.'

'This looks a little too futuristic to be called Cafe 80s,' remarked Calvin, 'even though they do feature the '80s pop culture.'

'Well, Doc did say that this was one of those nostalgic place not done very well,' commented Marty.

'I guess he was right,' Calvin remarked.

A video waitor, looking like Ronald Reagan, zoomed up to the twins. It said, 'Welcome to the Cafe 80's, where it's always morning in America, even in the aftern-n-noon. Our special today is mesquite-grilled sushi...'

'You must have the hostage special!' interrupted another video waiter on the same video, who looked like the Ayatollah Khomeini.

'Cajun style,' argued 'Ronald Reagan'.

'You must have the hostage special! You must have the hostage special!' insisted the 'Ayatollah Khomeini'.

The two video waiters kept talking over one another, making it hard for the twins to work out what they are saying.

'Hey, hey, hey, hey, guys, hey, hey!' protested Marty.

The video waiters then shut up.

'All we want is a Pepsi,' said Marty.

'A Pepsi for each of us,' clarified Calvin.

Two Pepsis in futuristic bottles appeared out of the counter. Marty and Calvin each picked one up, and looked at it.

'Hey, McFly,' someone called out. It was Biff Tannen, looking much older.

The twins turned around.

'Yeah, I seen you boys around.' Then, singling out Marty, Biff added, 'You, in the red jacket, you're Marty McFly's kid, aren't you?'

'Biff?' asked Marty, stunned. Why was he being singled out for special treatment?

'You're Marty Jr!' insisted Biff. After Biff got up, carrying a cane, he walked over to Marty, and continued, 'Tough break kid, must be rough being named after a complete butthead.'

'What's that supposed to mean?' demanded Marty.

Biff tapped Marty on the head with his cane, and said, 'Hello?'

'Hey?' protested Marty.

Calvin looked on, confused.

'Hello, anybody home? Huh? Think McFly, think! Your old man, Mr. Loser?' ranted Biff.

'What?' asked Marty, stunned.

'That's right,' sneered Biff. 'Loser with a capital 'L'.'

'Look, I happen to know that George McFly is no longer a loser,' protested Marty.

'No, I'm not talking about George McFly,' insisted Biff. 'I'm talking about his kid. Your old man, Marty McFly Senior - the man who took his life and flushed it completely down the toilet. At least his twin still made something of his life.'

'I did?' gasped Marty. Then covering, he added, 'Uh, I mean, I mean he did?'

'Hey Gramps,' a young Biff look-alike cut in. 'I told you two coats of wax on my car, not just one!'

Biff got up and said, 'Hey, hey, I just put the second coat on last week.'

'Yeah, with your eyes closed?' sneered the young Biff look-alike.

'Are you two related?' asked Marty.

'Hello, hello, anybody home?' Biff asked, hitting Marty with his cane. 'What'd you think, Griff just calls me grandpa for his health?'

'He's Griff?' Marty asked, worriedly, glancing at his twin.

Calvin shrugged and said, 'Yeah, I guess so! Doc did warn us about him.'

'Gramps, what the hell am I paying you for?' Griff groused.

'Hey, kids,' Biff said, to the twins. 'Say hello to your grandma for me.'

'Get out of there, Gramps!' Griff ordered his grandfather, pulling him out of the cafe.

'Hey, take it easy!' Biff protested.

Just then, Griff came back in and shouted, 'Hey, McFly and McFly, don't go anywhere! You guys are next!'

After Griff left, the twins glanced around the cafe, and saw Wild Gunman - the twins favourite video game. Two small boys were next to it.

'This is a video game!' remarked one of the boys. 'I got it working!'

'My dad taught me about these,' replied the second boy.

'It is Wild Gunman.' Marty and Calvin gasped, walking over to the game.

'How do you play this thing?' asked the first boy.

'I'll show you, kid,' offered Marty, taking off his cap and throwing it on top of the game. 'I'm a crack shot at this.'

Marty then fired at the game - and, sure enough, he was a crack shot. The words 'Crack Shot' appeared on the screen.

'You mean you have to use your hands?' asked the first boy.

'That's like a baby's toy!' scowled the second boy.

Then the two small boys left.

'Baby's toy?' Marty asked, puzzled.

'Yeah, what did they expect us to use?' asked Calvin. 'Our feet?'

Just then, another boy dressed up just like Marty had entered the building. That had to be Marty Jr.

'Pepsi Perfect,' Marty Jr ordered.

'Damn,' muttered Marty, looking around for a hiding place.

'Pepsi,' repeated Marty Jr.

Then Marty jumped behind the counter and hid. Calvin glanced over at Marty Jr, his future nephew.

I guess our sons share our respective tastes in colours, Calvin pondered.

Then Griff went back into the Cafe.