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Pretty soon, all eight of us arrived at the Federal Office of Information as Arnold and Gerald turned to us. "You six wait here. We won't be too long."

With that said, Arnold and Gerald went inside as we sat around.

"So, are you guys worried about moving out if this... doesn't succeed?" I asked as I looked around.

"Si." Lorenzo sighed as he looked up. "If we move out... if I do move out... well, I may as well be sent back to a private school..."

"Oh..." Lila looked down sadly.

"It is quite a shame." Lorenzo sighed. "And just as I learn how to be a kid from the likes of all of you here... even the ones we often hang around with." Lorenzo sighed. "I'll miss the lot of you if that happens. Especially one that... well, I grown quite attached to."

"I get how you feel, Lorenzo." Lila sighed. "For me, I guess me and my dad would have to move back to Pleasantville. While it was my original home... it just won't feel the same as I did moving in the city. But I'll get accustomed to the old lifestyle again."

"Lila, will you... miss anybody if we were all to evacuate?" Lorenzo asked.

"Oh, for sure..." Lila nodded. "But I'm sure I can write to all of you..."

"I guess same goes for me and my parents." Tucker said as he looked around all of us. "My dad and mom have often talked about 'seeing the world', travelling."

"That's funny." Nadine said as she sat down next to Tucker. "My parents have been talking about the exact same thing. They always said that 'if this doesn't get cleared up, we may as well start our world tour pretty early'."

"So, your parents may be on an extended road trip as well?" Tucker said, looking at Nadine. "Hey... maybe we'll meet each other along the way."

Nadine smiled towards Tucker as she said, "That would be pretty nice... hmmm... maybe my parents and yours can talk about travelling together..."

"I would like that." Tucker nodded.

We all turned to Phoebe as she sighed. "Well, I always have good ol' Kentucky to rely on. After all, my mother grew up there. I'm sure she, my father and I can find a good suitable home there... oh, I'll miss all the good times I had with you... but thanks to all of you, I may have a great chance to just... start over... give some of my old experience to new friends, maybe even tell them about all the good times I had with all of them."

Phoebe smiled. "Who knows? Maybe someday, we'll have a reunion of all PS 118 students... somehow, someway."

I nodded as I sighed... until I realized everybody was looking at me. "Huh? Oh! Uh, well... if we don't succeed... my parents and I will probably move to Los Angeles. My parents already have ideas to put me up as a... child actress or a model."

"Is it what you truly want, though?" Nadine asked.

"I'm not quite sure on that myself..." I sighed.

We all looked down for a minute... as I frowned, looking up. "But we can't let that deter us! Somewhere in this city is a deed declaring our neighborhood a national landmark! If Arnold and Gerald can get that deed and show it to everyone, we won't have to go anywhere!"

"For our sakes... we hope so, because I am not going back to a schedule!" Lorenzo said.

"Come on!" Phoebe smiled in determination as we all smiled. "We all came this far, we may as well see how far we can take this!"

"YEAH!" We all cheered.

"And if Future Tech wants to take us, we can spit in their faces!" Nadine called out.

"YEAH!" We all cheered.

"We are the kids of Hillwood City!" Tucker smirked. "As long as we stick together, we will be fine!"

We all cheered as Arnold and Gerald came out, panting.

I turned to them as I asked, "Did you get it?"

"Unfortunately, no." Gerald frowned. "However, after a little baiting from the head officer, and trying to find something from the computers, we got squat. However, we did get word that maybe the city coroner may know something."

"Who's the city coroner?" Lila asked as she cocked her head in curiosity.

"Hopefully, we can find out." Arnold said. "They say he usually works in the morgue, BUT he actually has an address. 1640 Riverside Boulevard."

"Riverside Boulevard?" I asked.

"Well, like it or not, it's the only lead we got." Arnold said.

"Well, I guess we have to go there, then?" Tucker asked as we started off.

We arrived at the place as we looked around, the time was obviously four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was a little cloudy outside.

"Man, storms usually hit at the wrong time." I pointed out as we got to the porch.

"I don't know, man." Gerald said as we started to walk up to the door. "You sure he's home?"

"If he's not home, then we'll go to the morgue next." Arnold said as he started to knock on the door.

We waited a bit as Tucker said, "Guess the coroner's not here..."

We turned around a bit... when we heard the door opening a bit. We turned... just to see the door closing.

We all turned to each other in confusion... as we decided to go back to the door. Arnold was about to knock on it again... when the door opened up again... to reveal a very old man with white hair, a lab coat and an odd helmet on his head.

"Are you the city coron-" Arnold started.

"Sh!" The old man said as he dragged Arnold inside. "Not a word!"

We just walked inside, confused as we watched Arnold being dragged to a machine, releasing a dog from the area as the man continued, "I don't want to know your name or anything about you. Just keep quiet!"

The man then put a little plunger on Arnold's forehead as he smiled, putting his hands on his helmet. "I'm going to read your thoughts."

The man then turned a few knobs as he nodded. "Let's see here, you come... from a very short distance?"

"Yeah, w-" Arnold started.

"Don't tell me, don't tell me!" The man yelled as he tried to concentrate. "You, uh, you want me to buy some chocolate turtles?"

Arnold shook his head as we just watched. "No!"

"Not a word, not a word now!" The man frowned. "Uh... donations! You want me to make a donation to the Academy?"

Arnold frowned as he pulled the plunger out of his head, turning the machine off. "We're eight kids, forming a team to find a document about the Tomato Incident that may save the entire neighborhood from being torn down by Future Tech, and we were wondering if you knew anything about it."

The man paused as he said, "By God! Do you know what this means?"

The man frowned as he threw the mechanical helmet aside. "It means that this damn thing doesn't work at all!"

The man muttered to himself as I sighed, "Look, sir, we need your help, and the guy down at the Federal Office said you're the only one who knows about history."

The man took a deep breath as he sighed, "Yeah, I suppose you're probably right. In a way, I do know a lot about history, so you're not off on that mark."

Phoebe looked around as she saw the many inventions that were lined up. "For a city coroner, you sure keep yourself busy with inventions..."

"Oh, that's mainly because being a coroner is a side job. I'm actually a scientist..." The man explained.

"A mad scientist?" Gerald asked as we looked around the place.

"Well, I wouldn't consider myself mad..." The man said. "Why don't you sit down a spell? Ask me everything you need to know."

"The Tomato Incident, hm?" The man, who we were formally introduced as a Mr. Zuckerburg, though I'm not really sure if that's his name, paused to think. "Hmmm... well, now that you mentioned it, I do believe I have heard of that incident. What you believe about that incident, totally true. In fact, it was what gave the birth of the country of Hillwood City."

"And what about the document? Was there a document saying something that our home is a national landmark?" Lorenzo asked as he sipped his tea.

"Ah, yes, I do believe that at one point in time, there was a document that made this place a national landmark. It wasn't that well-known, but it was still official." Mr. "Zuckerburg" explained to us as he pulled out a small document. "In fact, I have the official history of the Tomato Incident right here!"

"How convienient." Nadine blinked.

"Yeah... really convienient." I said as I sipped my lemonade-iced tea.

"Now then, according to these..." Mr. "Zuckerburg" said as he opened up the documents. "...there was a document detailing the official status of your neighborhood as a national landmark, but unfortunately, they were sold off at an auction five years ago in a collection of local historical papers."

"Dang..." Phoebe muttered. "What do we do?"

"Well... there is an address on it... which is 66613 Riverside Highway, which is out on the peninsula." Mr. "Zuckerburg" explained.

"Okay, please tell me I'm not the only one who just noticed that both the unlucky number and the number of the beast are within that address. Anybody? No?" I heard Helga mutter in my head.

"Anything else?" I asked, out of curiosity.

"Well, just know that when you get there... you probably will have to be more careful." Mr. "Zuckerburg" explained. "You never know what could-"

We then heard a crash downstairs as Mr. "Zuckerburg" gasped. "Great Scott!"

Mr. "Zuckerburg" then started to run downstairs as we blinked in confusion. We curiously went over there as we took a peek downstairs.

Mr. "Zuckerburg" was looking over something strange along with a young, seventeen-year old boy with an orange jacket and blue jeans as they both turned around.

The two then quickly covered the thing with a sheet.

"Uh... is everything all right?" I asked.

"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine!" The seventeen year old boy said.

"We just... had a bit of trouble with our... weather experiment." Mr. "Zuckerburg" explained. "Isn't that right, Marty?"

"Uh... yeah, Doc. We're okay." The boy explained.

"Oh..." We all blinked.

"Well, thank you for the information Mr. Zuckerburg. We'll seek out the address." Arnold said. "You just continue on with your experiments."

"Thank you." Mr. "Zuckerburg" nodded. "Good luck with your... quest."

We nodded as we closed the door... but not before hearing the boy from downstairs say, "This is getting heavy, Doc."

As we left the building, we kept walking as we were nearing the bus stop.

I paused as I kept looking... just in time to see someone duck around a corner. I frowned.

"You okay, Rhonda?" Arnold asked as I turned to him.

I paused. "Yeah... I'm fine, it's just... you ever get the feeling you were being followed?"

Arnold paused in confusion... as I sighed. "Never mind, let's just catch this bus."

We nodded as we waited for the bus to arrive. Little did I know was that the adventure was just beginning...

That's chapter four of 'Oh Rhonda: The Movie Fanfiction' AKA Arc 5! How do you like it? Yeah, for fans of 'Back to the Future'... I couldn't resist doing those cameos, especially since I read that Christopher Lloyd did the Coroner in the original movie! I'm sorry, I just had to! Anyway, read, review, criticize and suggest, folks! And don't forget to check out/add tropes to the TVTropes page.