9:00 PM PST
After Jules and Verne had gone to bed, Doc had sat at the kitchen table with the four teens, as the four teens were drinking kool-aid.
'Hey, Doc,' suggested Marty One, 'In understand that my son and Harmony really want to experience life as a teenager in the 1980s - and it looks like they've chosen a good time to come over here. We could maybe let them stay for a week. We have a bunch of activities planned for a week.'
'Yes, yes, please, Grandpa,' pleaded Harmony.
'Well, the one major problem is,' said Doc, 'is that your son looks just like you.'
'It's okay,' explained Marty One. 'I'll just stay behind, and my son and Harmony can attend those events with Jennifer. My son can just pose as me.'
'Uh, Marty, are you sure you really want to do that?' asked Doc.
'Hey, Doc, it's no big loss,' said Marty One, shrugging. 'I mean, I am a teenager of the 80s - so I'll have plenty of other opportunities to do things that other 80s teenagers do. This will, however, be the only opportunity for my son and Harmony to have such an experience - and I do feel kind of bad that they sorta resent our generation. I don't want them to resent us.'
Marty Two and Harmony gazed at Doc, with pleading eyes.
'Oh, alright,' said Doc, in resignation. Then turning to Marty Two and Harmony, Doc asked, 'So this really means a lot to you?'
'Yes!' replied Marty Two and Harmony, in unison.
'Okay, I guess I see no real reason to say no,' said Doc. 'After all, I got to spend eight years in my favourite era, the Old West.'
'Oh, thank you, Grandpa!' squealed Harmony. 'Thank you!'
Harmony ran to hug Doc, then she ran to hug Marty One. Marty Two then also hugged Doc, then he hugged Marty One. The two Martys have embraced for awhile, before finally letting go.
'Thank you, Dad,' Marty Two whispered to Marty One.
'Thank you, Marty One,' added Harmony, 'or, as I call you in the future, Martin.'
'Woah! Woah! Wait a minute!' gasped Marty One. 'I get called Martin in the future? But I don't even like that name!'
'That's what you get for naming your son after you,' replied Harmony, with a smirk.
'Yeah, okay, I guess you have a point,' said Marty One, sighing.
'Sometimes I do joking refer to you guys as Big Marty and Little Marty,' Harmony offered.
'I'm hardly that big,' replied Marty One, laughing. 'I mean, I'm only five feet four inches tall.'
'That's the same height as Michael J Fox,' offered Harmony, smiling.
'If only some people didn't pick on me for being so short,' Marty One said, sighing, 'like Buford and his gang did in 1885.'
'But you're sooo cuuute!' gushed Harmony.
'What? You have a crush on me?' asked Marty One, teasingly.
'No, I think she has a crush on your son - er, our son,' Jennifer put in, smiling.
'Are you dating my son?' Marty One asked Harmony, smiling.
'Actually, we've been best friends from childhood,' Harmony explained, 'but neither of us are dating anyone right now.'
'You know,' added Marty One, 'if you and my son do get married - then Doc and I will be related, somewhat.'
'Actually, no, we won't be related,' Doc put in. 'Not in the technical, legal sense, anyway. The wife's parents are not of any relation to the husband's parents. Of course, when all is said and done, none of that stuff matters, anyway. What's important is that you and I will always be close friends.'
'Oh, for sure!' replied Marty One, as he hugged Doc.
'So, Marty and Jennifer,' asked Doc, 'what are all of the activities planned for next week.'
'Well, there is a rollerskating party planned for tomorrow at noon,' suggested Marty One, 'followed by a picnic. Then on Sunday, at one, there is a pool party that Jennifer and I were invited to. My son can take my place, and Harmony can come as a guest.'
'So should I just say that I'm Harmony McFly, Marty's cousin?' asked Harmony, a bit uncertain.
'I'm sure that won't cause any more problems,' assured Jennifer. 'If anyone has witnessed my outburst at McDonald's earlier today and asks, I'll just tell them that I forgot.'
'Thanks, Jenn,' replied Harmony, smiling.
'It's nice to just be able to turn on the radio and hear some good music,' added Marty Two. 'In our time, you're lucky if you can get even one radio station that plays good music. I so hate gangsta rap. I also hate boy bands and those girly pop tarts. I don't understand why Britney Spears even got discovered. She's not all the good-looking. Then there was Hillary Duff, then you had stuff like American Idol, which has to be the stupidest game show of all time.'
'If I understand correctly,' added Harmony, 'Britney Spears was the big thing at around the turn of the century. That's when the teen pop culture went downhill and became unbearable. I so wish I could stay in the 80s. I'd even take New Kids On The Block over the crap that we have nowadays.'
'New Kids On The Block?' asked Marty One, confused.
'Oh, yeah, I guess they didn't come around until 88 or 89,' said Harmony. 'I'd even take Madonna or Michael Jackson over the crap that we have in our era. Even though the latter works of Madonna and Michael Jackson is just as bad. They must have jumped the shark sometime in the 90s.'
'There is, of course, the 80s retro movement,' Marty Two put in, 'but that's all it is, is a retro movement. The snobbish kids at our school make fun of you for liking the 80s culture - and even some members of your generation take issue with us liking the culture of the 80s, asking us why we don't just listen to gansta rap like other kids our age.'
'It's so frustrating how they sell us short,' groused Harmony. 'I mean, they actually expect us to listen to this gangsta rap crap - simply because it's what members of our generation are expected to like? Puh-lease! Jennifer and Marty One, I'm glad that you two, at least, don't cop that kind of attitude with us.'
Marty One and Jennifer stared at each other, dazed.
'I must say,' said Marty One, softly, 'I'm quite flattered that you guys think so much of our era. I agree that nobody should criticize you for your taste in music. After all, we are all entitled to freedom of choice.'
'Hey, guys,' Doc cut in. 'Marty Two and Harmony, I understand how you guys feel. I sometimes experience the same problem, in reverse. Ever since I've befriended Marty, I have also come to really like the pop culture of the 70s and 80s. I like the pop culture of the 60s, too. One of the reasons why some people consider me not normal, is because I like listening to rock and roll. Old fogeys like me are expected to not like rock and roll, but I do. There's no reason why I should stay stuck in the 30s and 40s, simply because that's the time I grew up in.'
'Woah! I didn't even think of that!' gasped Harmony. 'I think your future self also likes some music of the 90s, but not much past that.'
'Anyway, don't worry about some people think of you, okay?' suggested Doc. 'Believe me, if I cared what other people thought about me, my life would end up being much different. Sometimes, you've just gotta say, screw what other people thing, and just be yourself.'
'Besides, you guys have the Cafe 80s,' Marty One reminded them, gently.
'Yeah, I guess you're right,' said Harmony, with a sigh.
'I also wish we had hoverboards in the 80s,' added Marty One. 'Believe me, once this week is over, you guys will probably want to return to your time.'
'Yeah, I guess,' sighed Harmony.
'Even though I enjoyed living in the Old West,' said Doc, 'I did miss the 1980s - and I was happy to finally return to this time.'
'Well, I suppose Jennifer and I better get going,' suggested Marty One. 'You guys take care of yourselves, okay?'
Marty Two and Harmony both embraced Marty One. Then Marty One and Jennifer left for the movie theatre.