November 12, 1955
2:30 PM PST

Marty Jr and Harmony were following Old Biff with interest, as they wondered what that old man could be up to. Just then, he stopped in front of a house. Within a few minutes, Young Biff and the members of his gang were leaving the house.

"Oh, it's you again!" Young Biff snarled, as he saw his older self. "What do you want now? I still have that dumb book that you gave to me! Now beat it, butthead!"

Old Biff turned to walk away, but Match and 3-D caught him. Old Biff was struggling against the clutches of his former lackeys, as Marty Jr and Harmony suddenly burst out into hysterical laughter. It was real nice to see that Old Biff was finally getting a dose of his own medicine. This sudden turn of events was very ironic.

"Hey, get a load of his clothes!" Skinhead called out. "Those are some wild threads, grandpa!" He then grabbed the cane from Old Biff and added, "That's an interesting cane you have here!" He started to hit Old Biff on the head hard with the cane.

"I am enjoying this very much, Marty!" Harmony said, laughing. "He totally deserves this! If he has any idea what's good for him, he would just get the hell out of there!"

"You give that back to me!" Old Biff demanded. Match then took the cane away from Skinhead, and he began to beat up Old Biff with that cane, until he was unconscious.

The gang then picked up Old Biff, and they spotted a neighbour's car - whose trunk happened to be open. Marty Jr watched, as the gang carried Old Biff's body over to the car. They gang was all laughing wildly, as they threw Old Biff in this trunk - and then shut the door. Marty Jr couldn't help but be impressed by what just happened.

"Where should we go now?" Marty Jr asked. "Let's check up on my father. I mean, from the first time he was here. It looks like he did a really good job of convincing Grandpa George to take a stand. My father sure did have a lot of influence."

"If Grandpa never invented the time machine," Harmony pointed out, "I would not even exist. I wonder what Big Marty's family was like, in the original timeline."

"From what I understand," Marty Jr replied, "Grandpa George was bullied around by Biff Tannen, while Grandma Lorraine was an alcoholic who often disapproved of just about anything my father did. Uncle Dave and Aunt Linda really didn't turn out to be great, either. It's really amazing that my father was the same in both timelines."

"Yeah, it's very ironic," Harmony agreed. She glanced over at Biff and his gang, and she said, "It's very amazing how much Biff's gang is similar to Griff's gang. Anyway, let's go look for your father! Do you think he might be with his father right now?"

"Yeah, let's head over to Grandpa George's house," Marty Jr suggested. "You know, it's so scary to think I would have ended up being like Grandpa George. He seemed so timid, didn't he? I'm glad my father has encouraged me to stand up to bullies."

Marty Jr took one last look at Biff and his gang, who were harassing some neighbour children. Marty Jr rolled his eyes, as he and Harmony headed off to George's house.

oooooooooo

Marty One was feeling nervous, as he headed to his father's home. Tonight was the big night, and it was really going to be important to make their act as convincing as possible. This had to be the most stressful week in his entire life. He sure had great difficulty with relaxing all week. He never again wished to travel through time.

"Marty!" George called out, as he left the house. "I'm sure I can do it! I have really been practicing within the last few hours. Marty, do you know anything about Darth Vadar? I mean, both of you seem rather intent that I take Lorraine to the dance."

"Let's just say that I'm psychic," Marty One replied, as he quickly flashed his father a lopsided smile. "I just have a feeling that the two of you are made for each other."

"You know, I have had a crush on Lorraine for awhile," George admitted. "She really does seem like a nice enough girl - but, well, I've never been so comfortable around girls. I guess I just feel so insecure, because I really don't have too many friends."

"Well, you shouldn't let Biff and his gang push you around," Marty One replied. "They know they can take advantage of you, and that's why they always pick on you."

"George, honey, are you out..." Sylvia started to ask. She then looked at Marty One, and she said, "Hello, Marty! I have made some fruit soup, and I was quite wondering if you boys would like any. Have you ever eaten fruit soup before, Marty?"

"Yeah, it's pretty good," Marty One said, as he and George followed Sylvia into the house. "I was just giving your son a pep talk, as he is so nervous about this dance tonight. I really think there is hope for your son, though. I'm quite optimistic about the whole thing. After all, he did nearly stand up to Biff Tannen five years ago."

"Unfortunately, that was when Biff had targetted me," George said, sighing. "Biff is just so much bigger than I am. I really wish I had as much strength as Biff and his gang has. At any rate, I really have never been too good with confrontations."

"Hey, I'm shorter than you are," Marty One reminded his father. "I understand that Biff and his gang are very strong, but you don't need to let him push you around."

"You know, you sure are an angel, Marty!" Sylvia gushed, as she gently squeezed Marty's shoulders. Turning to George, she added, "Honey, I just bought you a suit that you can wear tonight. That way, you will look very nice and presentable."

"Thank you, Mom," George replied, warmly. "Ever since I really tried to stand up to Biff five years ago, I've been so afraid to stand up to him. He is so intimidating."

"With the help of Marty," Sylvia said, smiling, "I'm very certain he'll be able to help you gain this courage to stand up to Biff and his gang. I agree with what he always says - about how you can accomplish anything, if you put your mind to it."

While Marty One appreciated what his grandmother said about him, he wasn't very sure of whether he really would get George to stand up to Biff. It was hard enough trying to get his father to punch him out. He hoped his plan would be able to work.

oooooooooo

Doc '55 was feeling rather tired, as he stepped into Lou's Cafe. He really didn't want to let his young friend down. He just hoped that Marty would be successful in getting his parents to fall in love. He had grown fond of Marty, and he began to wonder how the two of them originally met. He really knew not to ask Marty about it, though.

"Hello, Dr. Brown," Sarah Carruthers called out, as Doc '55 stepped into the Cafe. "I am taking over for my father, as he is feeling pretty sick today. Today, there is a 25 cent discount on the spaghetti dinner. Do you feel up to having spaghetti, today?"

"Yeah, that sounds good," Doc '55 replied, smiling. "I am really going to miss Calvin Klein, once he leaves. It has been a good pleasure, having my nephew come here."

"I thought he was a bit strange," Sarah commented, "when he first showed. He even asked my father to give him a free Pepsi. Still, I have come to greatly admire him. I thought it was wonderful how he actually dared to take a stand to Biff Tannen."

"Yeah, that young man sure has a lot of gumption," Doc '55 explained. "He has been such a great friend to George McFly. I could remember George from when he was in my class nine years ago. It's really sad to see that he has become such a victim."

"Yeah, it makes me feel sad, too," Sarah said, shaking her head. "I wish my father would just kick Biff and his gang out of the restaurant. Unfortunately, he's afraid to take a stand to them. Anyway, I will be right back. I need to place in your order."

Doc '55 watched, as Sarah headed into the kitchen. He really wondered what Marty was doing right now. He hoped that Marty's plan would actually be successful.

"How are things going with you and Goldie?" Doc '55 asked, as Sarah returned from the kitchen. "Do the two of you have plans to tie the knot. I don't believe we had an interracial marriage in Hill Valley before. I really wish the two of you good luck."

"Thank you so much," Sarah replied, smiling. "My father is still not very happy about our relationship, but he came to accept that Goldie and I really love each other. How would you like to attend our wedding? We're planning to tie the knot in January."

"I would love to attend!" Doc '55 replied. "It's really been a long time since I had last attended a wedding. It's very hard to believe how the two of you have been together for over nine years, now. I really hope to be able to find my soulmate, someday."

"Yeah, I remember how broken up you were," Sarah commented, "when Jill Wooster coldly broke up with you. I wouldn't be so quick to lost all hope, though."

"Well, I don't know," Doc '55 said, sighing. "I'm already 35 years old, and I'm really not getting any younger. Well, I guess I am already married to science. I might just as well not lose sleep over it. Romance is obviously not in the cards for me."

"Oh, chin up, Dr. Brown," Sarah said, encouragingly. "Anyway, I will go check up on your dinner. If I don't see Calvin Klein before he leaves, tell him I wish him well."

"I'll do that, Sarah," Doc '55 replied, as Sarah headed back into the kitchen. The truth was, he really did have a longing for romance. It was just that it seemed as if nobody was ever interested in him. Life sometimes seemed not very fair to him.