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Marty Jr watched, with great interest, as Doc '85 headed to Jerry's Menswear. He just couldn't help but think of Marty Two, who was still stuck in Biff's garage. He started to follow Doc '85 to the coats section, as Harmony followed behind him.
"Come on, Doc!" Marty Jr groaned. "What about your young friend, Marty? You can't just leave him in the garage like that. Why don't you get right down to business?"
"I guess he wants to change the clothes that he's wearing," Harmony replied. "After all, I wonder when it was that he did last change his clothes." Harmony caught sight of something, and she called out, "Marty, look over there! Do you see that?"
"That's my dad!" Marty Jr. "That is, the version of my dad who is trying to convince my grandparents to fall in love. I guess he decided to pick up his outfit here, too."
"Hello, sir," said a middle-aged man. "I see you're looking at coats. Well, would I be able to interest you in this long black coat? It goes really good with this hat, too."
"Yeah, thanks," Doc '85 replied, smiling. "I might as well buy this. I was actually..."
When Doc '85 suddenly caught sight of Marty One, he quickly ducked into one of the fitting rooms - so Marty One wouldn't notice him. Meanwhile, Marty One was over by the suits department - as he was looking for a suit to pick up this evening.
"Whoa! That is such a close one!" breathed Marty Jr. "We don't need a paradox!"
"Hey, Marty!" called out another teenage boy. "I have really been wanting to meet you. Good job giving Biff a dose of his own medicine the other day!"
"That's no problem," Marty One replied, smiling. "I have dealt with bullies for such a long time, and I know how to handle them. I really don't let my height hinder me!"
"Well, you're certainly cool in my book!" the boy replied, as he gave Marty a friendly backslap. "So, who's the lucky girl that you're taking to the dance tonight?"
"Uh, Lorraine Baines," Marty One replied, nervously. "I am taking her to the dance."
"Oh, yeah, I've seen her around!" the boy gushed. "She's such a pretty girl, if I may say so myself. Well, I can tell that you have great taste - when it comes to chicks!"
"Uh, yeah, sure," Marty One said, nervously. "I'm looking forward to the dance."
"Well, I guess I'll see you around," the boy said to Marty One, as he began to leave.
When Marty Jr and Harmony turned around, Doc '85 was ducking behind the racks of clothes - as he was watching Marty One with interest, while not being seen by him.
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"Oh, where am I?" mumbled Marty Two, as he woke up. He suddenly realized that he fell asleep in the back of Biff's car. He then stretched his arms, as he began to sit up. He suddenly cried out, "Damn it, Doc! When are you gonna get here?"
Marty Two reached into his pants' pocket, and then he pulled out the photograph that he carried with him the last time he was in 1955. With real curiosity, he surveyed the photograph that included him, with Dave and Linda, on it. He was stunned, as he saw that he and his siblings remained intact. Perhaps, it was all a matter of perspective.
He wished that his watch had been working properly. He wasn't sure just how long he had been sleeping, and he just wanted to take the sports almanac away from Biff. He suddenly shuddered, as he thought of how he was almost shot by Biff.
"Doc! Doc!" Marty Two called out, as ge grabbed his walkie-talkie. When there was no answer, he desperately called out, "Come in, Doc! Hey, Doc! Doc! Are you sure you'll be here soon, Doc? Well, what time is it? How long have I been in here?"
After there was no answer, Marty Two sighed to himself. He was feeling so hungry, and he wished so desperately that he could eat something. There was not anything he could find inside of Biff's garage, except for liquer. He felt so hopeless.
"Come on, Doc!" Marty Two cried out, with frustration. "What is taking you so damn long? I am feeling terribly hungry! I wish you would come get me soon! Please!"
Marty Two lay back in the back of Biff's car, as he began to cry. He wanted badly to be able to return to the "good" 1985, and go back to living his life normally. Hell, he would even take returning to his life in the original 1985 over this headache.
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"Lorraine! Honey!" Stella called out, as she saw Lorraine wearing the dress that she just bought. "Why do you insist on wearing that dress to the dance? Don't you think you should be wearing something that's a little more modest?"
"That idiot, Calvin Klein, is quite a bad influence for our daughter," Sam groused, as he stepped into the room. "You really might think that our own daughter would have better taste in men." Turning to Lorraine, he ordered, "You're forbidden to wear that dress to the dance, tonight! You hear me, Lorraine? You are not wearing this dress!"
Lorraine rolled her eyes, as she couldn't believe how square her parents were. Even though she loved her parents most of the time, she sometimes couldn't stand them.
"Look, I am almost eighteen years old!" Lorraine said, huffily. "I am not a little girl, anymore! I really wish you two would stop treating me as if I'm still a child!"
"Don't you take that tone with me, young lady!" Sam said, sternly. "As long as you live under this roof, you will follow my orders. You are not going to wear this dress tonight, and that is final! You're lucky that I'm even letting you go to the dance!"
"Your dad is right," Stella said, sighing. "Look, honey, your dad and I are just looking out for your personal well-being. We do not set restrictions to be mean to you. If you wear a dress like that to the dance, you are only asking for trouble."
"Yes, Mother," Lorraine said, sighing. "I guess I'll go find something else to wear."
As Lorraine headed to her room, she was fuming to herself. She was very sick and tired of hearing these "it's for your own good" speeches from her mother. After all, she was a human being, too - and she quite wished her parents could let her make decisions for herself. She was bound and determined to wear that dress tonight.
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Biff was over at the house of his good friend, Skinhead. He was determined to make sure that Calvin Klein punk pay for making him crash into a manure truck.
"Yeah, we could have a lot of fun at the dance tonight," Skinhead commented. "I'll be bringing along some liquer, and we'll be sure that Strickland doesn't catch us."
"Look at what I picked up at the drug store!" Biff said, as he held up the Oh La La magazine. "Take a look at all these naked girls inside. They are just so sexy."
"So Terry actually charged you 300 bucks to clean our your car?" Skinhead asked, stunned. "I call that a great rip-off. After all, it's not like you wanted your car to be filled with manure. That old goat sounds like a very tight-fisted man."
"Yeah, well," Biff grunted, "I think we should get our revenge on that punk tonight. I just found out that he'll be at the dance with Lorraine! He's going with my Lorraine!"
"So what are we going to do, once we find this Calvin Klein?" asked Skinhead. "He sure messed up my hair. It took me about three hours to clean all that shit out!"
"Oh, we will certainly come up with something," growled Biff. "That punk has been a major thorn in my side, ever since he showed up in Hill Valley! He's also planning to take my Lorraine to the dance! I think we really should beat theshit out of him!"
"So what's that other book you have there, Biff?" Skinhead asked, with curiosity. "It looks pretty interesting to me. Do you mind if I take a little look at this?"
"It's supposedly some sort of sports almanac," Biff explained, "that some old codger with a cane decided to give me. I still believe this book is fake - but I plan to keep it anyway, in case this book really can make me rich. I very much doubt it, though."
"Well, this certainly looks like a fake to me," Skinhead said, as he began flipping through the book. "It sure looks as though whoever published this stupid book is wanting to rip people off. Believe me, Biff, this is definitely a scam."
Biff mostly agreed with Skinhead that this book was some sort of scam. Still, there was this part of him who was open to this possibility that the book might be able to make him rich. He was very wary of the "get rich quick" schemes, however.