November 12, 1955
8:45 PM PST

Doc '85 was near the clock tower, worrying about his young friend. Suddenly, to his relief, his walkie-talkie went off.

"Doc, Doc, come in!" called out Marty Two, in a hushed voice. "Come in, Doc!"

"Marty," Doc '85 called back, happy to hear from his friend. "Marty, come in!"

"Doc!" Marty Two replied. Just then, it sounded like the connection was cut off.

"Marty?" Doc '85 asked, with concern. "Oh, my..." Doc '85 stopped short, as he realized what he was looking at. Under the covers was the DeLorean that Marty One brought back to 1955 a week ago! Doc walked over to it, and gasped, "Great Scott!" He lifted up the covers and peered in, mumbling, "Oh, my God."

"Doc," called out Marty Two. "Doc, come in!"

"Marty, what happened to you?" Doc '85 asked, with concern. "I went to Biff's house, and you weren't there."

"You must have just missed me," explained Marty Two. "I'm in the back of Biff's car. He's on his way to the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance."

"Marty, listen," Doc '85 insisted, figuring that it was about time to think of Plan B. "We're going to have to abort this entire plan. It's getting much too dangerous!"

"Don't worry," Marty Two replied, with conidence. "The book is on Biff's dashboard. I'll grab it as soon as we get to the school."

"Marty!" Doc '85 called out, as he realized what this would mean. "You must be extremely careful not to run into your other self."

"My other self?" Marty Two asked, with some confusion.

"Yes!" Doc '85 replied. "Remember, your mother is at that exact same dance with you! Yeah!"

"Yeah, this could get heavy, Doc," Marty Two commented.

"Heavy, heavy," Doc '85 muttered to himself. To Marty Two, he said, "Whatever happens, you must not let your other self see you. The consequences could be disastrous."

"Excuse me, sir," called a familiar-sounding voice. Doc '85 turned around, and he noticed that it was his younger self from 1955. "Yes, you with the hat."

"Who me?" asked Doc '85. He gulped, as he realized how inexperienced his younger self was. He couldn't let his younger self see his face, as that may put him in shock.

"Yes, be a pal and hand my five-eighths wrench out of that toolbox," Doc '55 asked.

"Five-eighths?" asked Doc '85, as he kept his back towards his younger self. He just remembered his mistake from thirty years earlier, while he asked "Don't you mean three-quarters?"

"Why, you're right," exclaimed the younger Doc, as he was obviously surprised.

"I presume you're conducting some sort of weather experiment," asked Doc '85, as a nervous attempt to make some conversation with his younger self.

"That's right," replied Doc '55, stunned. "How did you know that?"

"Oh," replied Doc '85, "I happen to have a little experience in this area."

"Yes, well, I'm hoping to see some lightning tonight," explained Doc '55, "although the weatherman says there is not going to be any rain."

"There's going to be plenty of rain all right," Doc '85 assured his younger self. "Wind, thunder, lightning. It's going to be one hell of a storm."

"Well, thanks,' replied Doc '55. "Nice talking to you. Maybe we'll bump into each other some time again in the future."

"Or in the past," mumbled Doc '85, as he got onto his bike and rode away, ringing his bell. Whew! Doc '85 thought, to himself. This was a close one!

oooooooooo

"Do you know what this song is, Marty?" Harmony asked, as the two of them reached the school. "Gee, so this was the kind of music they had back in the '50s?"

"This song is called Night Train," Marty Jr replied. "Yeah, it's some old jazz tune from the early '50s. What do you think of the saxaphone? It does not quite beat hard rock from the '70s and the '80s, does it? It's not a bad song considering, though."

"Hey, Marty, look!" Harmony called out. "There's Biff's car, and I can see your father right in back. The almanac is also on the dashboard. It's quite a shame that Grandpa was poking around all day. He's going to have to stay clear of his other self."

Marty Jr watched on, as Marty Two made an attempt to grab the almanac off of Biff's dashboard. Just then, Biff somehow remembered that almanac, as he went back and retrieve it. Fortunately, Marty Two managed to hide away just in time.

"Phew!" Marty Jr breathed, "That was such a close one! I don't envy his position at all. Well, his other self didn't get here yet. This will be so hard for him, though."

"Doc, Doc, come in," Marty Two called out, on his walkie-talkie. There really was no answer, though. He seemed to notice something, as he stepped out from the car. He used the binoculars to check. Marty Jr looked towards the dance floor, as he noticed what his father had noticed.

"Harmony, look!" Marty Jr called out. "Grandpa George is dancing by himself! I think he's there, waiting to meet with Grandma Lorraine and my father. This other version of my father, that is. The one that is driving Grandma Lorraine to the dance."

"Well, let's go follow your father," Harmony suggested. "So, Marty, should we dance for a little while? I wonder how it would feel to dance in the air like this? I sure think it would be nice if we could float around like this all the time. It's so liberating!"

"Yeah, let's dance," Marty Jr replied, as he flashed Harmony a lopsided smile. He then grabbed Harmony's hands, as the two of them danced in the air. "I guess in here is where the dance is being held. Gee, Dad looks out of place in this leather jacket and the hat. It looks like everyone else is just busy dancing to notice."

"It just looks like Biff and his gang are making trouble, now," Harmony commented, as the two floated into the gym. "They're even spiking that punch, and just what the hell is that magazine that Biff is looking at? It looks like a very naughty magazine!"

"Well, that's what you can expect out of people like Biff," Marty Jr explained. "I see Mr. Strickland's in there, too. He sure looks much like his grandson, Jeb Strickland. He looks like he's just about about ready to bust Griff and his gang!"

oooooooooo

Marty Two entered the hall and travelled through the dancers. He spotted Biff and his gang drinking liquor - and Bidd was also reading a naughty magazine called Ooh La La. The Almanac was in Biff's pocket. Marty Two used the binoculars to see Skinhead nudging Biff. Marty saw that Skinhead saw Mr. Strickland watching them. Biff and his gang started to walk off, as Strickland walked up to them. Marty Two began to follow them. Outside, Marty Two had spotted Biff and his gang standing on some stairs. Biff was reading something. 3-D is holding a bottle of liquor.

Well, what do you expect? Marty Two thought. They are a gang. Of course they're going to do naughty things!

"Where's that punk, Calvin Klein?" Marty Two heard Biff asking.

Oh, man, this is like deja vu all over again! Marty Two thought, to himself.

'How am I supposed to know?" groused Skinhead. "I ain't his secretary."

Damn right you're not! Marty Two thought. Then he barely held back a chuckle at the idea of one of Biff's gang members working for him.

"Well, go find him," Biff ordered. "He cost me three hundred bucks damage to my car, and I owe him a knuckle sandwich. Get going!"

Serves you right, punk! Marty Two thought, feeling sudden rage at Biff. Screw you, Biff.

"There you go, Biff," said 3-D, as he offered Biff the bottle. Then, as he noticed that Biff wasn't following him, he added. "You coming?"

"I'm reading," Biff replied.

Marty Two tried to contain himself from laughing out loud. Biff reading? Haha! Yeah, right! As if?

The gang had then walked past Marty Two - but no one saw him. Marty Two then saw a familiar car approach. It was 1955 Doc's Packard - with Marty One and Lorraine inside! Marty Two turned to Biff. The almanac was in Biff's pocket. He jumped down and fell behind Biff. Biff heard a sound, but didn't think anything of it and went back to his book. Marty Two almost had the almanac when...

"Well, well, well, Mr. Tannen," called out Mr. Strickland's voice. "How nice to see you here!"

"Why, Mr. Strickland," Biff replied, sarcastically, "it's nice to see you, sir."

"Is that liquor I smell, Tannen?" demanded Mr. Strickland.

"Uh, I wouldn't know," replied Biff. "I don't know what liquor smells like, 'cause I'm too young to drink it."

What a smart ass! Marty Two thought. However, it is nice to see Mr. Strickland really laying it onto Biff like that!

"I see. And what have we here?" Mr. Strickland asked. "Sports statistics, interesting subject. Homework, Tannen?"

"No, it ain't homework," Biff said, chuckling, "cause, uh, I'm ain't at home."

Marty Two almost laughed. As much as I can't stand Biff, I really do have to give him credit for being able to make wisecracks to someone like Mr. Strickland.

Mr. Strickland did not find it so amusing, however, and he pushed Biff.

"You've got a real attitude problem, Tannen," said Mr. Strickland. "Watch it! Or one day, I'll have you right where I want you, in detention. Slacker!"

Wow! Talk about deja vu! Marty Two thought, as he remembered his encounter with Mr. Strickland on the day before travelling back to 1955. Then, as he felt rather hurt, he thought, What did I do, though, to make Strickland hate me so much? I'm not a bully like Biff is. I try to be nice to everyone! To Marty's horror, he felt a tear slip down his cheek. Marty wiped the tear away, and he thought, No time for that right now, McFly! You have a mission to accomplish.