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Marty Two felt nervous, as he was following Biff down a street in the Courthouse Square. He kept hiding behind cars, as to avoid being seen by Biff. He could see some kids throwing a ball around Biff walked right between those kids.
"Hey!" one of the kids called out, with indignation.
Biff walked over to his car, where the mechanic had fixed it. Marty Two thought there was something a little familar about that man, but he couldn't place his finger on it.
"Looking good, Terry," Biff said, semingly impressed.
"Hey, Biff, she's all fixed up just like you wanted," Terry explained, "but I couldn't get her started! You got some kind of a kill switch on this thing?"
"Nah, you just gotta have the right touch," Biff replied. "Nobody can start this car but me."
"The bill comes to $302 and 57 cents..." Terry informed Biff.
"300 bucks?" Biff interrupted, with rage - as he stepped out of the car. "300 bucks for a couple of dents? No, hey, that's bullshit, Terry!"
"No, Biff, it was horseshit," Terry corrected, with some indignation. "The whole car was filled with it. I had to pay Old Man Jones 80 bucks to haul it away!"
"Old Man Jones?" Biff asked, sounding incredulous. "He probably resold it too! Now, I ought to get something for that."
"You wanna get something for it?" Terry asked, perturbed. "Well, go inside! You can call Old Man Jones, and if you want us to give you a refund..."
Marty Two quietly sneaked into the back of Biff's car, and he covered himself with a sheet. He remembered how Biff wanted retribution from him for causing "300 bucks damage" to his car. He couldn't say that he felt too sorry for Biff.
"It's 300 bucks, Terry!" Biff replied, in obvious resignation.
"Look, I'm only charging you for..." Terry was explaining, sounding a little intense.
"If I catch the guy who caused this," Biff said, with rage, "I'll break his neck!"
Marty Two felt very nervous, as he knew what would happen that night.
oooooooooo
Meanwhile, Marty Jr and Harmony were watching the entire scene. Marty Jr realized just how stressful the day must be for his father. They watched on, as Biff and Terry entered the Western Auto Stores shop.
"The manure!" Old Biff muttered, to himself. "I remember that!"
"I'm feeling a bit jittery," Marty Jr commented, "and I'm not even corporeal."
"I guess I'm feeling nervous for your father," Harmony replied. "He has to make sure that neither Biff can see him. That must be rather hard to do."
As Old Biff walked off, Young Biff and Terry came back out of the store. Biff pushed past a kid on a scooter. Terry was holding four cans, and they were having a rather intense conversation. Marty Jr watched on, with interest.
"...four cans of Valvoline is more than enough." Terry was saying to Biff, firmly.
"Four cans for a $300 job?" Biff demanded of the machanic.
"I can't even have lunch in there," Terry added, grimacing. "It makes me nauseous."
"I should be getting a case or more out of you for a 300 buck job," Biff commented, as he seemed to be getting angrier by the second.
"It smells worse than the bathroom!" Terry replied, as he raised his voice a bit.
The two of them kept arguing, as Biff threw the cans into the back of the car - where they landed right on Marty's private area. Marty Jr grimaced, as he saw that.
"Whoa, that must have hurt poor Dad," Marty Jr commented. "I really would hate to have to trade places with him today. I never realized just how tough he had it."
"Yeah, and how can he put up with that smell?" Harmony asked. "I mean, if it really is as bad as Terry Vincent says it is..."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Biff was saying, very sarcastically - as Terry droned on.
"The stench is never going to go away, Biff," Terry continued, without any trace of sympathy for Biff. "Never going to go away."
Biff opened the door, and he sarcastically remarked, "Yeah, thanks a lot."
"That's the last time I ever do you a favour!" Terry shouted, angrily. "Last time!"
"That really serves him right," Marty Jr said. "It's what he gets for being a bully!"
Just then, Marty Jr saw Lorraine and her friend leaving Ruth's Frock Shop. They were carrying a box, as they both were laughing happily. Lorraine opened up the box, and she pulled out a dress. Unfortunately, Biff was also watching them.
"It's perfect, Lorraine!" Babs exclaimed. "You're gonna look so good!" As Terry drove off, and Biff went over to the girls - Babs continued, "You're going to look..."
"Well, lookie what we got here," Biff sneered, as he approached Lorraine. "Pretty nice dress, Lorraine." As Biff lifted up Lorraine's skirt, he lewdly said, "Although, I think you'd look better wearing nothing at all."
"Biff, why don't you take a long walk off a short pier?" Lorraine demanded.
"The nerve of him!" Marty Jr growled. "I really wish I could get my hands on Biff."
"Even if we were here physically," Harmony replied, "we couldn't risk disrupting the space-time continuum. Getting physical with Biff could only make things worse."
"Hey, listen, Lorraine," Biff prodded. "There's that dance at school tonight. Right now, my car's all fixed. I'd figured that I'd cut you a break and give you the honour of going with the best-looking guy in school."
"Well, I'm busy tonight, Biff," Lorraine insisted, obviously disgusted with Biff.
"Doing what?" Biff demanded, angered by Lorraines rejection of him.
"Washing my hair," Lorraine said, in a very huffy voice.
"That's as funny as a screen door on a battleship," Biff replied, indignantly.
"It's 'screen door on a submarine', you dork," Marty Two muttered, from the back of Biff's car. Marty Jr caught a glimpse of his father peaking from under the cover.
"Wow!" Harmony gasped. "Young Biff is just as bad as his grandson. I guess this really does run in the Tannen family. Even though Bill seems to be immune."
"Look, Biff," Lorraine said, annoyed, "someone already asked me to the dance."
"Who?" demanded Biff, in a very menacing voice. "That bug George McFly?"
"I'm going with Calvin Klein, okay?" Lorraine asked, with great aggravation.
"Calvin Klein?" Biff asked, incredulous. He grabbed Lorraine by her shoulders, and turned her to face him. "No, that's not okay. You're going with me, understand?"
"Get your cooties off of me!" Lorraine demanded, as she tried to force Biff off her.
"When are you going to get it through that thick skull of yours, Lorraine?" Biff asked, in a voice that said that he would take no argument from her. "You're my girl!"
"Biff Tannen, I wouldn't be your girl even if..." Lorraine paused a little, before finally adding, "... even if you had a million dollars!"
"Uh oh," Marty Jr said to Harmony. "I still remember Dad telling me about that other world. It's ironic that this is the day that Biff receives the almanac from himself."
Marty Jr watched on, while Lorraine kicked Biff in the leg. Lorraine started to hit him over the head with that box. While Biff groaned with pain, Lorraine and Babs quickly ran off. Biff ran into the middle of the road, causing a car to swerve slightly to avoid hitting him. Marty Jr was cheering her grandmother on.
"Yes, you will, Lorraine!" Biff insisted, defiantly. "It's you and me, Lorraine!"
A car had narrowly missed Biff, while the driver called out, "Watch your back!"
"It's meant to be!" Biff added, as he called after Lorraine. "Someday, you'll marry me! Someday, you'll be my wife!"
"That guy just doesn't know when to give up, does he?" Harmony asked, disgustedly.
oooooooooo
Biff was still feeling triumpant about telling Lorraine off, as he approached the car. To his surprise, he saw an older man sitting inside of it - and he had a cane.
"You always had your way with women, Biff," the older man commented to Biff.
"Get the hell outta my car, old man!" Marty demanded, as he was angered.
"Do you want to marry that girl, Biff?" the older man asked, having obviously heard the entire exchange between Biff and Lorraine.. "I can help make it happen."
"Oh, yeah, and who are you?" Biff snorted, as he wanted the older man to just leave him alone. He was already angry with that Calvin Klein punk. "Miss Lonely Hearts?"
"Just get in the car, butthead," the older man ordered, in a very authoritive voice.
"Who are you calling butthead, butthead?" Biff demanded, angered by being called a 'butthead'. He didn't like having his own insult turned on him.
As the older man started the car, Biff was dumbfounded. "How did you know how to do that?" Biff demandd. "Nobody could start this car but me."
"Just get into the car, Tannen," the old man insisted. "Today's your lucky day."
Biff reluctantly stepped into the car, hoping that whatever this old codger with a cane had to tell him was good. He was in no mood to deal with some old fogey.