April 4, 1986
5:00 PM PST

'First, we should change Marty Junior,' Doc suggested, 'as he's wearing the older versions of the clothing. If we were to change Marty Senior first, we might accidentally rip up some of the clothing, affecting what Marty Junior is wearing.'

'It's kinda funny how we actually spectuate about seeing our older or younger selves,' remarked Jennifer, 'or alternate versions of ourselves - yet we never think older, younger, or alternate in terms of inanimate objects, like clothing.'

'Or DeLoreans,' added Doc, smiling. 'Come to think of it, I think there were, at some point, four instances of our DeLorean on November 12, 1955. I remember freaking out how, when I returned to 1955 with Marty, I discovered the younger version of our DeLorean hidden by the clocktower.'

'Oh, boy, this is going to be a little freaky,' muttered Harmony. 'I guess this needs to be done, though.'

Then Doc, Jennifer, and Harmony had removed the clothing from Marty Junior, and redressed him. Harmony had put the clothing into a plastic bag. Then the trio repeated the process with Marty Senior.

'Well, it looks like Marty Senior has a mole on his right shoulder,' observed Jennifer, 'while Marty Junior doesn't. That's how we can keep them seperate.'

'To avoid confusion,' suggested Harmony, 'why don't we refer to Marty Senior as Martin?'

'Oh, boy,' muttered Jennifer, 'I'm not sure how he would feel about being called Martin.'

'That's what we call him in the future,' explained Harmony, 'to avoid confusion with his son.'

'Well, the elder Marty might grow accustomed to it in the future,' Jennifer mused, 'but, currently, he doesn't like being called Martin. He only gets called Martin when he's in trouble.' Then, blushing, Jennifer muttered, 'Like when I accused him of cheating on me.'

'Then I suppose we could just call them Marty One and Marty Two,' suggested Harmony. 'Maybe Marty Junior wouldn't mind being called Marty Two. Sometimes, I'll jokingly refer to them as Big Marty and Little Marty - even though they're the same height. Obviously, in this time period, that would sound a little strange - since the Martys are now roughly the same age.'

Just then, the Martys began to stir. Jennifer had attended to Marty One, while Harmony had attended to Marty Two.

'Listen, Marty,' Jennifer whispered to Marty One, 'I'm sorry about what happened earlier today.'

'What the hell happened here?' muttered Marty One.

'Apparently, your son came here from the future,' Jennifer explained, 'with Harmony, who is Doc's future granddaughter.'

'Oh, boy, this is heavy,' groaned Marty One.

'Say, Marty,' Harmony whispered to Marty Two, 'how would you feel about being called Marty Two, as the younger version of your dad is here, too?'

'Sure, I guess I don't mind,' replied Marty Two. 'After all, my dad was around first. It'll be so strange calling him Marty One instead of Dad.'

'Well, I'm sure Marty One of this time would feel strange being called Dad,' Harmony said, gently, 'as he's not technically your dad yet - and neither of us were born yet.'

'Yeah, you have a point, Harmony,' replied Marty Two.

Then the two Martys glanced at each other, neither fainting this time.

'Woah! This is heavy!' both Martys exclaimed, in unison - causing Jennifer and Harmony to start laughing.

Then Marty One turned to Harmony, and stammered, 'So, you're, uh, Harmony?'

'That's correct, Marty One,' replied Harmony, with a smile.

'So are you dating my future son?' asked Marty One.

'Uh, no, we're just best friends,' replied Harmony. 'We've been best friends from early childhood. I'm also really close to your future self. Really, in the future, you're such a cool man to hang around. Sadly, so many others from your generation seem to have lost their youth - and some even look down on members of my generation who like the 80s culture. Can you believe it, Marty? We get laughed at by some of our peers for liking rock and roll - even some members of your generation act condescending towards us for liking rock and roll. They actually expect us to listen to hip-hop and this rap crap - simply because that's what members of my generation are expected to like.'

'Well, that isn't right,' Marty said, softly. 'I mean, I know how it feels to be condescended to from the older generation, for liking the music of their era. Even though I totally love 80s rock and roll, I like some of the older musicians too - like Led Zeppelin, The Beatles, and even Chuck Berry. Even though Led Zeppelin was still at the height of popularity when I was a kid, some of the original Ledheads believe that I'm too young for Led Zeppelin.'

'Yeah, I like Led Zeppelin, too,' replied Harmony. 'I must admit that I'm not as fond of The Beatles or Chuck Berry - but I do respect them for their talents, and how they've revolutionized rock and roll.'

'Anyway,' Marty One continued, 'I have no idea what hip-hop is - and rap is still a relatively new style. What's so bad about rap, though? I kinda like rap. I mean, Public Enemy is pretty good - and I also like Sir Mix-A-Lot.'

'Oh, well, the rap of this era is considered old-school rap in our era,' explained Harmony. 'That rap of this era isn't bad. However, come the 90s, a new genre called gansta rap becomes popular. You would think that gangsta rap would go the way of disco - but, no, gangsta rap remains popular today. I absolutely hate gangsta rap!'

'Uh, Harmony?' Doc cut in. 'You really shouldn't be telling us about the music of the future.'

'Uh, sorry, Grandpa,' muttered Harmony. 'I guess I just got carried away with ranting - because much of the music of the future sucks. I wish I was a teen in the 80s!'

'What about Cafe 80s, though?' asked Marty One. 'Isn't that a popular hang-out with teens?'

'Well, yes and no,' replied Harmony. 'The snobbish kids at our school would not be caught dead near the Cafe 80s. However, there are enough teens who enjoy the 80s culture - to keep the Cafe 80s in business. Maybe about 20 percent of the kids at our school hang out at the Cafe 80s. Griff and his gang are not really into the 80s culture, but they like looking for people to torment at the Cafe 80s.'

'Griff Tannen?' asked Marty One, rolling his eyes. 'Does he ever give you and my son grief - or does he pretty much leave you guys alone?'

'Yeah, Griff Tannen,' replied Harmony. 'He used to stalk me back in tenth grade, and sexual harass me. That is, until your son punched out Griff - and loudly threatened to sue Griff and his gang for sexual harassment, causing everyone at Cafe 80s to look at them, embarrassing Griff and his gang. Since then, Griff and his gang left us alone.'

'Oh, I am so proud of my son,' said Marty, beaming. 'He's sure got a lot of guts.'

'Oh, by the way, that reminds me,' exclaimed Harmony, 'when your son and I were at McDonald's, Douglas Needles and his gang stopped by. Needles had mistaken Marty Two for you, and thought that you broke up with Jennifer to date me. I quickly told him that, no, I was your cousin - then Needles started touching me in inappropriate place. Your son than stood up, and loudy threatened to sue Needles and his gang for sexual harassment. You should have seen the look that was on Needles' face - when everyone was staring at him.'

'Oh, goodness!' gasped Marty One. 'I think my son just did me a favour.'

'Yeah,' agreed Harmony, 'I'm sure Needles will be real wary of you from now on.'

'By the way, Harmony,' asked Marty One, 'do you know what becomes of Douglas Needles in the future?'

'Actually, no, I don't,' replied Harmony. 'All I know is that you and Needles have lost touch after high school - and that Needles used to provoke you into doing dangerous things, by calling you a chicken. Your older self have relayed that story to your son and I a few times.'

'Alright folks,' Doc cut in. 'Why don't we head into my house for awhile. I'm not sure about you, but I'm hungry. I'll see what Clara can cook up for us.'

Then the Martys, Harmony, and Jennifer, followed Doc into his house.