5:00 PM PST
As the crowd was heading to the Courthouse Square, a boy and a girl were heading in their direction. Marty Jr figured that he should use the alias, Norman. He was real nervous. He wondered if everyone would be able to remember who they were.
"Are these some cousins of yours?" the boy asked, smiling. "Some of them sure bear a striking resemblance to you." Turning to the time travellers, he added, "My name is Tom Needles, and this is Stephanie Tannen. She's Will's brother, by the way."
Stephanie then glanced at Jamie, and said, "Jesus! One of you sure looks like me, as well. I think I'm caught in a weird warp, or something. Could you be distantly related to us? Anyway, what might your names be? I'm not sure if I ever met you before."
"My name is Norman Fox," Marty Jr replied. "We were just in town visiting. We really wanted to meet the famous Marty McFly III. I enjoyed all of his movies, so far."
"I am Claudia Shue..." Melody added. Putting her hand on Marlene's shoulder, she added, "... and this is Lea Bateman. We are distantly related to the McFlys."
"My name is Shelly Green," Harmony continued, "and the other blonde here is my sister, Kelly. It's certainly a good pleasure to meet the two of you." Turning to the clock tower, she added, "Wow! It looks like the clock in here had been replaced."
"I see you really like our clock tower," Stephanie said, smiling. "The clock in it was replaced almost 25 years ago. Some wonderful artists had created a replica of this old clock that used to be in there. It's certainly nice to hear that clock chime."
Marty Jr had mixed feelings regarding the whole idea. On one hand, it would be very nice to have a clock that actually did work inside the clock tower. On the other hand, he wasn't sure how his father would feel about it. That clock was important to him.
The group had then stepped into Psychedelic Pstand, which was in the same location the the Cafe '80s was in the year 2016. Marty Jr was quite amazed to see how there were psychedelic swirls all over the walls, and lava lamps had lined the walls. It was dimly lit inside, and the speakers were pumping out some psychedelic music.
"Woah, I see there are twelve of you," the waitress said, smiling. "Well, you could sit at this table. Today's special is the three piece fried chicken dinner. It only costs fifty cents, with five cents for a drink. That does sound like a good deal to all of you?"
Marty Jr was really stunned, as everyone sat around the big table. There were four people seated on each side. It looked like they had solved this inflation issue in the future. He remembered that, even in 1986, things were not quite so inexpensive.
"Does that sound fine with all of you?" Marty III asked, smiling. As everyone shook their heads, Marty III added, "Yeah, that will be fine. I'll treat for everyone."
Marty Jr was relieved, as the waitress held out a thumbing pad to Marty III. The last thing he needed was to raise suspicion, as he knew thumbprints never did change.
"How would you people like to live in the 1960s?" Harmony asked. "It was when the original hippie movement had taken place. I actually prefer 1980s music, but I sure enjoy the psychedelic era music, as well. I'm also very fond of tie-dye tee shirts."
"Well, I'm appreciative of that era," Meg explained. "However, I really wouldn't want to live during the Viet Nam War. The government would actually force young men to fight in the war, and I think that was quite unconstitutional. Still, that era really gave us great music - including The Beatles. That band sure revolutionized rock and roll."
"You know your history, don't you?" Eileen asked, teasing her twin. "Our parents told us how rap and hip-hop were quite popular, when she was our age. They never liked that kind of music, though. That is, if you could even call that kind of noise music."
"Well, the 1980s did make a fair amount of a revival thirty years ago," Marty Jr had pointed out. "This building used to be the Cafe '80s. Say, do any of you guys like to play video games? Nothing really beats the old school Nintendo and Atari games!"
"Oh, yes, Atari rules!" Suzy gushed. "You know, I really feel sorry for my parents' generation. My parents never took pride in their generation, and they had told me about how the other kids even used to laugh at them for living in the past."
"I'm sure it wasn't that bad, though," Melody was quick to say. "I mean, this was the era that had brought us hoverboards and speech-recognizing appliances - and, most importantly, all-natural overhaul rejuvinations have really increased life spans."
"Some people are morally opposed to that, though," Will pointed out. "I really don't understand why, tough. I mean, I am sure God gave us brains for a good reason."
The waitress came back, and she started to pass the plates around. The delicious smell of the fried chicken was sure making Marty Jr's stomach growl with hunger. The biscuits looked good, too - and there was a big bowl of mashed potatoes.
"I can see that you kids are talking about the past," the waitress said, smiling. "You know, my grandparents grew up during this hippie era. They used to tell me stories about how they were all so afraid that the world might end any minute. People tend to forget about the darker times of that era. The music is really groovy, though."
"It was the era that sure changed rock and roll as we know it," Jamie quipped. "Even if I'm not fond of The Beatles, I really appreciate how they revolutionized music. The Electric Prunes is one of the lesser known bands of that era that I really like."
"Oh, yeah, that's an underappreciated band," the waitress replied. "Anyway, I will be with the rest of the food. Sometimes, I would like to see what the 1960s was like."
"Does anyone here like Led Zeppelin?" Marty Jr asked. "They were a band that were influential during the early 1970s. Their second album is the best. It was tragic when John Bonham passed away in 1980 - and, thus, the band decided to break up."
"I do!" Marty III exclaimed, smiling. "When I was younger, I really wanted to play the guitar like Jimmy Page. I sure don't have my father's talent, however. I guess acting is really more my talent. The movie will start being filmed by this weekend. The thing is, my parents insist that I still have to attend school during the while."
"Your parents are only looking out for you," Suzy said, smiling. "After all, having a good education is still very important. There would even really come a time where you might need to get a regular office job. We have to realistic about all this."
"Yeah, you're right," Marty III replied. "I don't even really think of myself as a star. I am just as human as everyone is. I just happened to be blessed with a special gift."
Marty Jr and Harmony smiled at each other. It sure looked like the two of them had raised their son up right. His father, as a moderately famous rock star, brought him up to remain humble. It was a shame how some celebrities would act arrogant.
"That's what we really love about you, Marty," Eileen commented. "You've been such a great friend to us, and you've always been nice to everyone. It's real nice that you have always befriended the outcasts in school. That is what makes you special."
"This is such great chicken," commented Melody. "These biscuits are really good, as well. I might even order a couple more pieces. This is the best chicken I've had."
"You really have such a hearty appitite, Claudia," Suzy said, laughing. "I'm quite the same way. I understand I should watch what I eat, though. It's rather groovy, being together like this. I really feel that you guys are some long lost relatives of ours."
"This is a really nice town," Harmony commented. "I understand that you guys have a rich history. I guess his town as been around for 191 years now. It's so stunning."
"The McFlys have been in this town since 1883," Marty III explained. "Seamus and Maggie McFly moved here from Ireland, and William was this first McFly to be born here in America. I guess the Stricklands were here from the beginning, though."
Marty Jr was intrigued. He knew that his father had spent a few days in 1885, while Dr. Brown spent nearly nine years in that era. He began to envy his father a little.