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Marty Jr and Harmony decided to follow the Biffs to the garage of the Tannen home.
"I have to admit that I'm kind of enjoying this," Marty Jr commented. "The two Biffs really are getting on each other's nerves. I feel bad for my father, though."
"Yeah, if that car really does stink of manure," Harmony commented, with a grimace.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!" protested Young Biff. "Watch where you're going old man! If you break this car, I'm gonna kill you!" After his older self entered the garage and turned off the car, Young Biff added, "This cost me 300 bucks!"
"Would you shut up about the car?" Old Biff snapped.
"Ay, and another thing," Young Biff demanded, "how do you know where I live?"
"Let's just say we're related, Biff," Old Biff replied, "and, that being the case, I got a little present for you. Something that'll make you rich. You wanna be rich, don't ya?"
"You know, Marty," Harmony said, "it amazes me that Biff's younger self is being so damn ungrateful! He's lucky that his older self is not one to give up!"
"Yeah, you're telling me," Marty Jr said, rolling his eyes. He saw his father peeking up from the back of Biff's car. "Get back down, Dad!" Marty Jr urged, nervously!
"He can't hear you," Harmony said, quietly. "He is taking a major risk, though."
"Oh, yeah, sure! Right, that's rich!" Young Biff said, sarcastically. "Ha ha! You're gonna make me rich!"
"You see this book?" Old Biff said, as he showed his younger self the almanac. "This book tells the future. It tells the events of every major sports event till the end of the century. Football, baseball, horse races, boxing... The information in here is worth millions, and I'm giving it to you."
"Gee, talk about being persistent," Marty Jr said to Harmony. "I guess he really does believe that his idea will work. He really is breaking all of the rules of time travel."
"Well, that's very nice," Young Biff said, sarcastically. "Thank you very much. Now, why don't you make like a tree, and get out of here?"
Old Biff suddenly gave his younger self a slap across the head, as he said, "It's leave, you idiot! 'Make like a tree, and leave.' You sound like a damn fool when you say it wrong!"
Marty Jr and Harmony both laughed at Old Biff's reaction to hius younger self.
"All right, then," Young Biff said, huffily. "Leave!" Young Biff threw the book in the back of the car, but Old Biff caught it. "And take your book with you!"
"Don't you get it?" Old Biff asked, with frustration. "You could make a fortune with this book! Let me show you."
Old Biff turned on the radio, and he went through the almanac - while the radio announcer was giving out the scores. Marty Jr took in a really deep breath.
"UCLA trail seventeen to sixteen!" the radio announcer was saying. "It's fourth and eleven with only eighteen seconds left of this game. I'd say it's all over for UCLA!"
"Bet you a million bucks UCLA win at nineteen to seventeen," Old Biff commented.
"What, are you deaf, old man?" Young Biff demanded. "He just said it was over! You lost!"
"Oh, yeah?" challenged Old Biff, as he turned the volume up.
"Gee, these two version of Biff just don't get along, do they?" Harmony asked, laughing. "I wonder who would win in a major war of words!"
"Well, if this was a physical fight," Marty Jr pointed out, "they both would lose. After all, they are both the same person! I am really enjoying this a lot!"
"Here comes Decker with the kick," the radio announcer continued. "It's up! It looks good, folks! It looks very good! field goal! UCLA wins nineteen to seventeen!
As the announcer was talking, Young Biff looked at his future self in amazement and asked, "All right, pops! What's the gag? How did you know what the score was gonna be?"
"I told you," Old Biff insisted. "It's in this book! All you gotta do is bet on the winner, and you'll never lose." Old Biff handed the book to his younger Biff.
"All right," Young Biff said, finally giving in. "I'll take a look at it".
As Young Biff threws the book in the back, Marty Two tried to grab at it. Old Biff grabbed the book, without seeing Marty Two. Marty Jr breathed a sigh of relief.
"You damned fool!" groused Old Biff, as the two got out of the car. "Never, never leave this book lying around! Don't you have a safe?" After a brief pause, Old Biff added, "No, you don't have a safe. Get a safe! Keep it locked up - and, until then, keep it on you like this."
Marty Jr and Harmony watched on, as Old Biff put the book in his younger self's back jeans pocket. Marty Jr could tell how annoyed Young Biff was with his older self.
"Hey, what're ya doing?" protested Young Biff.
"And don't tell anyone about it, either," Old Biff added. "Oh, and there's one more thing. As Young Biff closed the garage door, and the Biffs left the garage, Old Biff continued, "One day, a kid, or a crazy wild-eyed man who claims to be a scientist is gonna come around asking about that book. When that happens, just shoot him!"
"Shoot him?" Young Biff asked, indignantly. "What do you think I am? A murderer?"
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Marty Two's heart was practically running a marathon, as he knew exactly what Old Biff was saying to his younger self. He suddenly shuddered, as he remembered how that evil version Biff from that alternate reality tried to shoot him.
Thinking about that alternate reality made Marty Two realize just how important it was that he grabbed the almanac from Biff. He was so worried that Biff may keep that book in his house, and then he would never have a chance to grab the book.
Marty Two tried with all of his strength to open up the garage door, only to find out that it was locked. Marty Two looked at those windows, but they were too small for even him to climb out of - despite being short for a man his age.
"I'm trapped!" Marty Two muttered, feeling hopeless. He suddenly reached for his walkie-talkie, and contact Doc '85. "Doc, come in, Doc!" Marty Two pleaded.
"Marty, what's the report?" Doc '85 asked. Marty Two felt so relieved to hear from his older friend. Maybe Doc '85 could help him get out of that place.
"Biff's gone!" Marty Two cried out, as he jumped up and down in desperation. "He's got the book. The old man's gone, too. I'm locked in Biff's garage. You've gotta fly the DeLorean over here, and get me the hell out of here. The address is 1809 Maple Street."
"I can't take the DeLorean out in the daylight," Doc '85 replied, "but don't worry, Marty. Somehow, I'll get over there."
"Whoa, Doc," Marty Two cried out. "Wait a minute, Doc. Hey, Doc!" When there was no answer, Marty Two put away his walkie-talkie and sighed, "Perfect!" He groaned and buried his head against the car, trying hard to hold back his tears.
Marty Two tried to be understanding of his friend, but he hated the very idea of being stuck in the Tannen's garage. It would be so boring. He started pacing back and forth in the garage, trying hard not to cry. Maybe Doc will show up shortly.
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Marty One was feeling nervous, as he went over to George's home. Within the week that he spent in 1955, he had come to see his father in a new light. In a way, he felt somewhat bad about leaving George behind. Besides Lester and Billy, George really didn't have too many friends. Marty One quietly knocked on the door.
"Marty!" exclaimed George, as he opened the door. "Billy and Lester are here, and Mom is making some fruit soup. I'm sure she wouldn't mind one more mouth."
"That sounds great," Marty One said, smiling. He couldn't really practice his plan with George, when Lester and Billy were there. He was feeling pretty hungry, though.
"Is that Marty Klein?" George mother, Sylvia, asked. As she walked onto the porch, she added, "I think it's so wonderful that my son has a good friend in you. It will be such a shame that you have to leave. I really did enjoy getting to know you."
"Yeah, your son is a very nice person," Marty One said, warmly. "He just needs to have a little bit more confidence in himself. He does write very good stories."
"You know, Marty," Sylvia said, smiling, "this is pretty what I've been telling him all his life. It's just that his father, well, has a little too much of an influence. I love my husband, dearly - but he just tends to stay inside his shell a little too much."
"Yeah, well," Marty One replied, "I've been doing my best to encourage your son all week - and I really think there is lots of hope in him. He just really needs to find his inner strength - and he needs to know that some of us do believe in him."
Sylvia smiled at Marty One, as everyone headed to the kitchen. It was really nice to get a chance to know his paternal grandparents a little bit more.