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As Biff pulled up in front of the school, Marty could hear Marvin Berry and The Starlighters playing Night Train. Marty watched Biff walk out the car, and he tried to grab the almanac from Biff's dashboard. Biff then seemed to remember the almanac, and he went back to retrieve it. Maybe hid away just in time.
'Doc, Doc, come in,' Marty called out, on his walkie-talkie.
Marty then noticed something, as he stepped out from the car. He used the binoculars to check. It was his father dancing by himself! George was there, waiting to go and meet up with Lorraine and 'Calvin Klein'. Marty entered the hall and travelled through the dancers. He spotted Biff and his gang drinking liquor - and reading a naughty magazine called Ooh La La. The Almanac was in Biff's pocket. Marty used the binoculars to see Skinhead nudging Biff. Marty saw that Skinhead saw Mr. Strickland watching them. Biff and his gang started to walk off, as Strickland walked up to them. Marty began to follow them. Outside, Marty had spotted Biff and his gang standing on some stairs. Biff was reading something. 3-D is holding a bottle of liquor.
Well, what do you expect? Marty thought. They are a gang. Of course they're going to do naughty things!
'Where's that punk, Calvin Klein?' Marty heard Biff asking. Oh, man, this is like deja vu all over again!
'How am I supposed to know?' groused Skinhead. 'I ain't his secretary.'
Damn right you're not! Marty thought. Then he barely held back a chuckle at the idea of one of Biff's gang members working for him.
'Well, go find him,' Biff ordered. 'He cost me three hundred bucks damage to my car, and I owe him a knuckle sandwich. Get going!'
Serves you right, asshole! Marty thought, feeling sudden rage at Biff. Fuck you, Biff! Then Marty blushed at what he had thought. Marty was not the kind of person to swear a lot, and he hated the f-word with a passion. Still, with the rage he felt towards Biff...
'There you go, Biff,' said 3-D, as he offered Biff the bottle. Then, as he noticed that Biff wasn't following him, he added. 'You coming?'
'I'm reading,' Biff replied.
Marty tried to contain himself from laughing out loud. Biff reading? Haha! Yeah, right! As if?
The gang had then walked past Marty - but no one saw him. Marty then saw a familiar car approach. It was 1955 Doc's Packard - with Marty's slightly younger self and Lorraine inside! Marty turned to Biff. The almanac was in Biff's pocket. He jumped down and fell behind Biff. Biff heard a sound, but didn't think anything of it and went back to his book. Marty almost had the almanac when...
'Well, well, well, Mr. Tannen. How nice to see you here!' called out Mr. Strickland's voice.
'Why, Mr. Strickland - it's nice to see you, sir,' Biff replied, sarcastically.
'Is that liquor I smell, Tannen?' demanded Mr. Strickland.
'Uh, I wouldn't know,' replied Biff. 'I don't know what liquor smells like, 'cause I'm too young to drink it.'
What a smart ass! Marty thought. However, it is nice to see Mr. Strickland really laying it onto Biff like that!
'I see. And what have we here?' Mr. Strickland asked. 'Sports statistics, interesting subject. Homework, Tannen?'
'No, it ain't homework,' Biff said, chuckling, 'cause, uh, I'm ain't at home.'
Marty almost laughed, too. As much as I can't stand Biff, I really do have to him credit for being able to make wisecracks to someone like Mr. Strickland.
Mr. Strickland did not find it so amusing, however, and he pushed Biff.
'You've got a real attitude problem, Tannen,' said Mr. Strickland. 'Watch it! Or one day, I'll have you right where I want you, in detention. Slacker!'
Wow! Talk about deja vu! Marty thought, as he remembered his encounter with Mr. Strickland on the day before travelling back to 1955. Then, feeling somewhat hurt, he thought, What did I do, though, to make Strickland hate me so much? I'm not a bully like Biff is. I try to be nice to everyone! To Marty's horror, he felt a tear slip down his cheek. Marty wiped the tear away, and he thought, No time for that right now, McFly! You have a mission to accomplish.
'Hey, Marty,' a voice whispered. Marty turned around - and he saw that it was his twin brother, Calvin. 'Just lie low and follow me, okay?'
As Marty and Calvin walked by the Packard, they froze beside it.
'Jesus, you smoke, too?' the younger Marty was asking.
'Marty, you're beginning to sound just like my mother!' protested Lorraine.
Marty and Calvin glanced at each other, and rolled their eyes.
'When I have kids,' proclaimed Lorraine, 'I'm going to let them do anything they want. Anything at all.'
'I'd like to have that in writing,' replied the younger Marty.
'So would I,' whispered Calvin, to the current Marty.
'Marty, why are you so nervous?' Lorraine was asking.
'Oh, geez,' gasped Calvin, 'you actually had to go through that, Marty? I guess I don't envy you, after all.'
'Look, Cal, you may be fascinated with the '50s,' replied Marty, 'but I would really miss my '80s rock and roll.'
'Marty, people have lived without rock and roll for thousands of years,' Calvin told Marty.
'Yeah, yeah, I realize that,' sighed Marty, 'but the thing is, I grew up on rock and roll - heck, I even remember dancing to Led Zeppelin when I was four years old - so I personally cannot imagine a life without rock and roll. Know what I mean?'
'Yes, I guess I understand,' replied Calvin, 'but if you grew up in the '40s and early '50s, you wouldn't miss rock and roll - because rock and roll didn't exist back then.'
'Yeah, but I grew up in the '70s and '80s,' replied Marty, 'and I have heard rock and roll my whole life. Heck, I even heard rock and roll when I was a baby.'
'Marty! Marty! Calm down!' gasped Calvin, chuckling. 'Remember, I'm your twin brother. I'm the same age as you are, just two minutes older than you. Besides, I liked Led Zeppelin, too - when I was a little kid. No offence, Marty, but I kind of think you do somewhat lack an imagination. Can't you even imagine how you might have turned out, if you grew up in the '40s and '50s?'
'Uh, no, I guess I can't,' replied Marty. 'I was a kid in the '70s, and I have many fond memories of that decade.'
'Well, I do, too,' insisted Calvin. 'Awww, just forget it! You're obviously too obsessed with rock and roll. I can think of many time periods that I would like to visit - when rock and roll did not exist. You're really going to miss out on a lot, Marty.'
'Now, wait a minute, Cal!' protested Marty. 'I never said that I would not like to visit other eras before the existence of rock and roll - just that I would not like to live in those eras.'
'Fine, whatever, Marty,' sighed Calvin. 'We must go find Biff now, and take the almanac away from him.
'Yeah, yeah, okay, good idea,' stammered Marty. 'That's what we came here for, anyway.'
With neither twin uttering another word, they headed back into the school building.