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'Hey, McFly,' shouted Griff.
'Yes, Griff, I'm here,' Marty said, in an even tone.
'McFly!' Griff shouted to Marty. 'McFly!'
'What the hell do you want?' asked Marty.
'McFly!' Griff repeated, looking at Marty.
'Yeah, what the bloody hell is your problem?' demanded Marty
'Your shoe's unvelked!' shouted Griff.
'Oh, no, no, no, no, no!' protested Marty. 'I'm not falling for that. That is, like, the oldest trick in the book.'
'Fine, whatever,' Griff muttered. 'So, McFly, have you made a decision about tonight's opportunity?'
'No, I am not interested,' Marty said, firmly, as he pushed Griff away.
Griff shouted, 'Well! Since when did you become the physical type?'
'The answer's no, Griff,' shouted Marty.
'No?' Griff shouted, in disbelief.
'Yeah, what are you, deaf and stupid?' Marty sneered. 'I said no!'
Marty was just about to leave the Cefe, when Griff shouted, 'What's wrong, McFly, chicken?'
One of Griff's cronies played a chicken sound effect. Trying to control his rage, Marty turned around and glared at Griff.
'Nobody calls me...' Marty started to say. Then, as he saw Griff's bat, he smiled faintly and said, 'chicken.'
Griff grabbed his baseball bat and charged for Marty. 'Argh!' shouted Griff. Griff missed hitting Marty, but, instead, he hit the 'Ronald Reagan' video waiter. Marty noticed Griff growing a little taller, possibly due to the bionic implants that Doc warned him of.
'All right, punk!' Griff shouted to Marty.
'Hey, look!' Marty shouted to Griff, pointing to Griff's back.
Griff looked. Marty tried to punch Griff, but Griff caught Marty's wrist, smiling evilly at him. Marty then kicked Griff, and Griff let go. Marty then pushed Griff into his gang, and all four of them fell to the floor.
'Oomph!' shouted the quartet, simultaneously.
Marty then ran off of the Cafe, to escape from Griff and his gang - passing by Biff, who was cleaning Griff's car. Inside the square, they saw two small girls on scooters. Marty ran up to them.
'Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!' called out Marty, in desparation. He paused, and continued, 'Hey, hey, hey, hey! Stop, little girl, little girl, stop! Look!'
Marty lifted one of the girls off her scooter.
'Hey,' the little girl protested.
'I need to borrow your...' Marty started to say, then he took a good look at the board. '... hoverboard. Here,' continued Marty, as he gave the handlebars back to the girl.
Marty then put the hoverboard down, and he saw that it hovered. He jumped onto the board, hovering past the Cafe 80s.
'He's on a hoverboard!' shouted one of Griff's cronies.
'Get the boards!' shouted another one of Griff's cronies.
'Get McFly!' shouted the blonde.
Marty was almost getting the hang of his hoverboard, until he nearly bumped into some people and rocks.
'Argh!' shouted Marty, as he fell off his hoverboard.
'Get them!' shouted one of Griff's cronies.
As Griff's gang got onto their hoverboards, Marty got back onto his hoverboard and hovered off once more.
'Yeah, we got him!' called out the blonde.
As a truck landed into the street, Marty reached out to grab the back of the truck. One of Griff's cronies tried to grab at Marty, but he missed. Marty then grabbed the rope from the back of the truck, and trailed behind - as if he was water-skiing. Griff tried to hit the duo with his bat, but he missed - breaking the headlight on his car.
'Whoa,' shouted Marty, as he glanced into the street, and he noticed a car coming.
'Argh,' shouted Marty, as he had just missed the car.
Marty began to hover over to the pond. With a few jumps, he made it... almost the whole way across. He was about a metre away from the other side, when one og Griff's lackeys called out, 'Hey, McFly, you bojo!'
'Huh?' asked Marty, stunned.
'Those boards don't work on water!' the lackey explained.
'Unless you've got power!' added the other lackey.
The gang then laughed. Griff turned to his car. He got a box out of it. The gang all walked down the street and stopped. Griff pressed a button on the box and a Pit Bull hoverboard popped out. That board worked on jet power.
'Hook on!' called out Griff. The gang connected their hoverboards to Griff's. Marty was trying to move, as he pushed his foot in the water, as if trying to start a skateboard. 'Batter up!'
The board blasted off. Griff and his gang were on the way! Marty tried pushing the board again, but it didn't work. Griff was getting closer. Then, just as Griff almost got Marty, Marty jumped off the board, and he landed in the water. Griff's board then caught onto a rock, and the whole gang fell off - flying through the air, and crashing through the front window of Courthouse Mall.
'Holy shit!' muttered Marty.
Marty came out of the underground entrance of Courthouse Mall, and he saw the police outside the Mall. A crowd has also gathered. A button flashed on Marty's jacket and he pressed it.
'Drying mode on. Jacket drying,' said the computerized voice inside the jacket. Then, after a beep, the computerized voice continued, 'Your jacket is now dry.'
Marty then ran up to the girl that he got the hoverboard from - and, trying to hand the hoverboards back to them, he said, 'Hey, kid, hey, little girl, thanks.'
'Keep it,' replied the girl that Marty had gotten his board from. 'I've got a Pit Bull, now.'
'Come on,' urged the other girl.
Just then, Marty heard an elderly man proclaim: 'Save the clock tower!'
The elderly man then approached Marty - and, holding out some pad, said, 'Hey kid, thumb a hundred bucks, will ya? Help save the clock tower.'
'I... Sorry, no,' stammered Marty.
'Come on, kid,' the elderly man protested, 'That's an important historical landmark.'
'Look, some other time,' said Marty, as he turned to walk away.
'Lightning struck that thing sixty years ago,' the elderly man continued.
Then where Goldie Wilson III's advert was earlier, a 'Sportsflash' holo-announcement started. It said that the Chicago Cubs had beaten the Miami Gators in the World Series.
'Wait a minute,' gasped Marty, shocked. 'Cubs win World Series - against Miami?'
'Yeah, something, huh?' asked the elderly man. 'Who would have thought? 100 to 1 shot. I wish I could go back to the beginning of the season and put some money on the Cubs.'
'No, I just meant, Miami...' Marty started to say, then he thought of something. 'What did you just say?'
'I said I wish I could go back to the beginning of the season, put some money on the Cubbies!' repeated the elderly man, as he began to walk away.
Marty then had an idea, as he headed off for the Blast From The Past antique store.
oooooooooo
As Jennifer turned into an abandoned alleyway, he saw someone who looked just like Marty lying unconscious on a bunch of boxes of lazer discs. That must be Marty Jr, Jennifer thought to herself. He saw that the auto-fit on one of the sleeves was broken, and his hair was greasy and unkempt - like he hadn't washed his hair in at least a week.
Jennifer's maternal instincts kicked in, as she checked to see if her son was all right. She tenderly laid her hand on her future son's forehead, as he began to stir.
'Mom? Mom, is that you?' asked Marty Jr, still half-asleep.
'There, there, now. Just relax,' Jennifer told Marty Jr, as she gently rubbed her future son's forehead. 'You've been asleep for half an hour now.'
'I had a horrible nightmare,' groaned Marty Jr. 'It was terrible. I dreamed I was being chased by a crazy old man.'
'Well, you're safe and sound, now,' Jennifer said, soothingly. 'Here in the alley behind the Courthouse Square.'
'Courthouse Square!' exclaimed Marty Jr, jerking straight up. Marty Jr was fully awake, now. He sat up on the boxes, studied Jennifer intently, and shrieked, 'Argh! Mom! Mom, that can't be you. You're so, you're so young.'
'Actually, I'm a younger version of your mom,' Jennifer gently explained to her future son. 'You see, I travelled here through time, from 1985.'