5:50 PM PST
As Marty Jr and Calvin had arrived at Marty Jr's home in Hilldale, Marty Jr had pressed his thumb to a panel next to the front door, and it opened.
'Welcome home, Marty Jr,' spoke a computerized voice.
'Mom! Dad! I'm home!' called Marty Jr.
A teenage girl ran downstairs and shouted, 'Marty! Calvin! Where have you guys been?'
'Please, Marlene,' said Marty Jr, with a sigh. 'We just got home. Can we unwind a bit first?'
'Fine, whatever,' replied Marlene, with a shrug. 'Mom and Dad aren't home, yet. Mom probably won't home for awhile, yet.'
Marty Jr then turned to Calvin, and asked, 'So, Cal, shall we go watch some TV?'
'Sure, yeah, I guess,' replied Calvin. He was somewhat curious of what television might be like in the future. Calvin then looked into a window, which contained a picture of a nice garden. That's awesome, Calvin thought.
Then a computerized voice from the window said, 'Broadcasting beautiful views 24 hours a day: You're tuned to the Scenery Channel'
Scenery Channel, eh? Calvin thought, impressed.
Just then, the doorbell rang at the front door. Marlene reached the door first, and opened it. It's my mom, thought Calvin. She looked much older, but she appeared to still be in good health.
'Grandma Lorraine!' shouted Marlene.
'Sweetheart!' gasped Lorraine, giving Marlene a kiss. 'Mmm, hi!'
'What happened to Grandpa?' asked Marlene, with concern.
'Oh, he threw his back out again,' replied Lorraine.
Calvin stared at his older father, confused. He didn't understand how being hovered upside down was supposed to help Geoge's back. Other than his back, though, George appeared to be in good health.
'How's Grandad's little pumpkin?' asked George.
'How did you do that?' asked Marlene. 'How did he do that?'
'Oh, out on the golf course,' replied George.
'Are your folks home yet?' asked Lorraine. 'I bought pizza for everyone.'
As Lorraine held up the pizza, which was wrapped in an aluminum Pizza Hut wrapper, Calvin stared at it. He didn't understand how such a small pizza was supposed to feed everyone.
'Oh, who's going to eat all that?' asked Marlene.
'Oh, I will!' replied George.
oooooooooo
'Damn this traffic!' muttered Doc. 'Calvin, that is old Calvin, is supposed to arrive to your future home around now. I hope we're not too late.'
Then Doc looked through his goggles.
'What is it?' asked Marty, concerned. 'What's the matter, Doc?'
'For a moment, I thought I saw a taxi in my rear display. I thought it was following us. Weird.'
oooooooooo
Lorraine was changing the scenery on the window. 'I can't believe this window is still broken,' muttered Lorraine, as she changed it from an Eastern garden to a sunset to New York at night to a mountain.
'Well, when the scene screen repairman called Daddy a chicken,' Marlene explained, 'Daddy threw him out of the house, and now we can't get anybody to fix it.'
'Look how worn out this thing is!' grumbled Lorraine, as she lifted the scene screen up like a shade to reveal the real window with the house next door shown through it. 'Your father's biggest problem, Marlene, is that he loses all self-control when someone calls him chicken. How many times have we heard it, George? Mom...'
'... I can't let them I'm chicken!' mimicked George and Lorraine, simultaneously.
'Well, you're right,' said George. 'Well, you're right!'
'About thirty years ago,' said Lorraine, 'your father tried to prove he wasn't chicken - and he ended up in an automobile accident.'
'Oh, you mean with the Rolls Royce?' asked Marlene.
Automobille accident? Calvin thought, concerned. He knew he had to warn Marty of this. It seemed like no matter how often he tried to tell his twin that choosing to not do stupid stunts on a dare does not make you a chicken - it seemed like Marty just never listens. Why didn't Doc tell us about this? Calvin thought.
oooooooooo
'All right, Einie,' said Doc, 'let's find Calvin!'
'I don't believe it, I live in Hilldale!' Marty said, excitedly. 'This is great! Way to go, McFly!'
'Marty, stay here, change clothes,' Doc told Marty. 'I need you on holler.'
'Come on, Doc,' insisted Marty. 'I wanna check out my house!'
'We can't risk you running into your older self,' explained Doc. 'Come on Einie. Let's go!'
As Doc left with Einstein, he asked, 'Where's Calvin?'
'Hilldale? This is bitching!' declared Marty, as he took off his jacket.
oooooooooo
Biff got out of the taxi, and he walked to the taxi driver's window. The driver had a parrot on his shoulder. The driver also brought out a gadget, which was adding Biff's fare.
'One Seven Four Point Five Zero,' remarked a computerized voice from the gadget.
'That'll be 174.50,' said the taxi driver.
'Here,' said Biff, as he put his thumbprint on the taxi driver's gadget.
'Careful, old timer,' said the taxi driver. 'This is a rough neighbourhood.'
'Just give me the receipt,' said Biff.
'Here it is,' said the taxi driver.
'Hello? How about a tip?' asked the parrot. Then, after Biff refused to give a tip, the parrot laughed derisively.
oooooooooo
'That accident caused a chain reaction of events which sent Marty's life straight down the tube,' Lorraine was explaining. 'If not for that accident, your father's life would have turned out very different. The man in the Rolls Royce wouldn't have pressed charges, Marty wouldn't have broken his hand - and he wouldn't have given up on his music. And he wouldn't have spent all those years feeling sorry for himself. I think the real reason your mother married him, was because she felt sorry for him. Such a sweet girl.'
'This has got to be a nightmare,' groaned Calvin.
'Are you all right, Cal?' asked Lorraine, concerned.
'Well, uh, I, uh,' Calvin mumbled, 'aren't you being rather mean to Marty - er, Uncle Marty?'
'I'm just telling it as it is,' insisted Lorraine, frankly.
'You do still love Uncle Marty, though, don't you?' asked Calvin.
'Now what kind of question is that?' Lorraine asked, shocked. 'Of course I love your Uncle Marty! He will always be my son. It's just that, well, I am rather disappointed in him. His future looked so promising, and then he lost everything. So, yeah, I do wish things could be different - but that doesn't mean that I don't love your Uncle Marty.'
'Sure, fine, whatever,' mumbled Calvin. 'It's just that you were talking about Jennifer like you thought she could marry someone better - like Marty wasn't good enough for him.'
'Oh, was I?' asked Lorraine, her face turning red. 'Uh, yeah, I guess I was. Me and my careless mouth. Look, I'm sorry about what I said, okay? I didn't mean to come off sounding like I thought badly of my own son. It's just that I do worry about Jennifer, because she has been getting tranked on a daily basis.'
'Uh, oh, okay,' mumbled Calvin. 'It's not fair to blame everything on Marty, though. I'm sure he tries to be the best person he can be. It's just that being called 'chicken' happens to be his sore spot.'
'My goodness, Calvin!' exclaimed Lorraine. 'You're right. Maybe I have been too down on Marty. It looks like your old man raised you up right, to show compassion for others. Calvin Sr was always such the compassionate guy. He really was close to his twin bother - and they were always this close.' Lorraine held up her right hand, with her index and middle finger crossed.
'I was always shocked that you and Marty Jr were born within two weeks of each other, and that you guys look just like each other. I guess you boys really do take after your fathers,' said George, with amusement.
'Oh, yeah, Gramps,' Marty Junior put in. 'We like pretending to be twins, right, Cal?'
'Oh, yeah, of course,' replied Calvin, somewhat dazed. Everything around him seemed so surreal.
Just then a computerized voice called out, 'Welcome home, Marty!'
'Hey, hey, hey, Dad's home!' called out an older Marty. 'That's right, he's home! Dad's home!'
'Lord of the manor,' continued the computerized voice.
'Hello, hello,' called out Marty.
What the heck? Calvin thought, confused.
'King of the castle,' added the computerized voice.
'Hello,' Marty repeated, looking at something on the wall. 'What the hell is this?'
'Lithium mode on,' said a female computerized voice.
'That's better, damn kids,' grumbled Marty.
As Calvin had a good look at his twin's older self, he thought, Boy, Marty doesn't look too hot. Does my older self look like that, too?