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"So, is Marty Klein really planning on leaving tonight?" Lester asked George. "He is such a nice boy, and it's nice that he's not embarrassed to be seen around us."
"He said that he had to go back to San Francisco," George replied, wistfully. "I really wish I did have the courage to stand up to Biff. I am sick of doing his homework."
"You're afraid that he might beat you up, if you said 'no' to him?" Lester asked. "He has always been a ruthless sort of person. At least, when he was one grade higher than us, he pretty much left us alone. Sometimes, I wish he would just fall into the ravine, or something. I know I shouldn't talk that way, but I'm so sick of him!"
"I think part of this is because of my father," George said, quietly. "He would always tell me that I should do whatever Biff tells me to do. He even mentioned how he did once try to stand up to Jiff - and Jiff and his gang beat him up badly for it."
"Hey, boys," called out Goldie Wilson. "Could I join you two? Lou could not come in today, so I'm supposed to take his place. I like strawberry pancakes, too."
"Sure, I guess you could join us," George replied. Goldie had always been friendly to him, after all. "So you said that you hope to become a mayor someday?"
"That would be my dream job," Goldie replied. "It was actually your new friend who suggested that I should be a mayor. You know, I don't understand why the colour of my skin should hinder me from persuing my dreams. It's not like I chose to be born this way. This is just simply the way that God chose to make me."
"I agree," George replied. "You are just as human as everyone else. Everything you said to me last week was true. I just wish I wasn't so afraid to take a stand."
"So are you planning on going to that dance tonight?" Goldie asked.
"Yeah, I am," George replied. He suddenly felt nervous. He wasn't sure if he would have the courage to punch Marty out. Besides, what if Lorraine still rejected him.
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As Marty Two was looking for some '50s clothes, he felt nervous. He just didn't think that what he was wearing was too much out-of-place for 1955. At least, this time he wasn't wearing that reddish-orange vest he had on last time.
He suddenly saw a leather jacket with a hat that he really liked. He decided that it might be a good idea to dress up as a spy. He hoped that he would avoid running into anyone who might recognize him. He didn't want to risk disrupting history.
"Hey, I think you'd look good in that jacket," commented the girl who worked behind the check-out counter. With a sudden smile, she gushed, "Hey, you know, I've seen you around. Aren't you the one who made Biff crash into manure the other day?"
"Yeah, it's me," Marty Two said, blushing. "I've dealt with people of his type before, and I just figured that he needed a dose of his own medicine."
"So you're going to the dance with Lorraine tonight?" the girl added. "She is one very lucky gal. I wish I had met you sooner. You seem like a real dreamboat."
"Thank you," Marty Two replied. "I can't stick around, though. I have to head back to San Francisco tonight. I was just here visiting my uncle."
"Well, it's been really nice meeting you," replied the girl, as she began to ring up the items. She handed the items back to Marty, and said, "That will be $3.50."
Marty Two was nervous, as he handed the five dollar bill to the girl. After Marty Two received his change back, he smiled at the girl and then left.
"Have fun at the dance!" the girl called out after Marty.
Marty decided to head to Lou's Cafe, so that he can find Biff's address. He hoped that neither of his parents would show up. He knew that his other self was still sleeping at Doc's mansion. He hoped he would be able to grab the almanac sometime before the dance that evening. He was still stunned over nearly being shot by Biff.
oooooooooo
"So, this is Hill Valley Park," Harmony commented, as she and Marty Jr flew up as high as the trees. "You know, Marty, I really could used to this."
"It is such a nice feeling," Marty Jr agreed. "I sometimes wonder why God decided to not give us wings. I think it's just not fair, you know."
"Well, can you hear all these birds chirping?" Harmony asked, smiling. "This place is so peaceful. It's so nice that this park is still standing, 61 years later."
"So, Harmony," Marty Jr asked, "you want to stay here for awhile, or should we..."
Just then, three familiar sounding sonic booms interrupted the serenity that Marty Jr and Harmony was enjoying. Marty Jr noticed that it was a DeLorean.
"Do you think it is who I think it is, Marty?" Harmony asked, as she made a face.
"Yeah, I think it's Biff," Marty Jr replied, sighing. "The Biff of our era, that is."
"Well, he may technically be the Biff of our era," Harmony commented, "but he came here from a different timeline. It was the timeline where I didn't even exist, and I'm not talking about the universe that my guardian angel showed me last Christmas."
"Right," Marty Jr replied, as he saw Old Biff hobble out of the DeLorean. He grabbed the almanac from a Blast To The Past antique store bag, and he shut the DeLorean door behind him. He grabbed his cane, as he started to hobble out of the park.
"I'll just give this book to myself," Old Biff said, to himself, "and, after I head back home, I will be a rich man. That way, I won't have to suck up to that bug, George McFly, anymore. Those damn McFlys can all go screw themselves."
"Gee, what a bitter old man," Harmony remarked. "Although, when you really think about it, I guess I can sort of understand where he's coming from."
"So, Harmony, what do you think?" Marty Jr asked. "Should we just follow Old Biff, and see what he does? I wonder when he gives the almanac to his younger self."
oooooooooo
Marty Two was feeling rather nervous, as he stepped into Lou's Cafe. To his relief, he noticed that the owner of the Cafe was not there. He did find that Lou Carruthers was a bit gruff - and he also seemed to hold some racist sentiments.
"Hey, buddy," Goldie called out, as Marty Two started to head towards the back. "So what brings you here on this fine morning? George and Lester were just here."
"Oh, hey, Goldie!" Marty Two called back, cheerfully. "So how are you doing?"
"So George tells me that you're leaving today?" Goldie asked, with a hint of sadness.
"Yeah, uh," Marty Two stammered, "I have to go back to San Francisco this evening. It's been nice vising this town, but I have to go back to where I came from."
"Hey, Marty, how would you like some strawberry pancakes?" Goldie asked. "It's on me - it'll be my treat! By the way, thank you so much for the suggestion last week."
"Hey, Goldie, you're very welcome," Marty Two replied, smiling. "I think you'd make a very wonderful mayor, and you would do a great job of cleaning up this town."
"So what do you say, Marty?" Goldie asked, smiling. "I bet you would like some extra whipped cream on your strawberry pancakes. It's my good-bye treat to you."
Marty Two was about to turn down the offer, but he then realized that the offer was too good to pass up. He was also feeling real hungry, as it's been quite awhile since he ate anything. He also knew that his other self wouldn't be showing up until much later that day, when Goldie's shift was over.
"Yeah, okay, thanks," Marty Two replied, as he stepped up to the counter. "So where is the boss today? I notice that he isn't around."
"Oh, he called in sick, today," Goldie replied, "so I'm taking over. I do admit that the food in this place is pretty good, but I'd rather have a job with more pay. Anyway, I will go place in your order - and I'm guessing you would like a chocolate milk."
"Uh, yes, please," Marty Two replied. He decided that he deserved a nice treat, and it was still pretty early in the morning. Old Biff probably would not be arriving until a bit later in the day. He never had much of an opportunity to get to know the mayor from 1985. All he knew was that a great majority of the Hill Valley residents did agree with his policies, but there was also a lot of opposition to his plans to replace the clock.
"Here's your chocolate milk," Goldie said, smiling. "I also just placed in your order."
"Thank you, Goldie," Marty Two replied, as he took a sip from his glass.