November 7, 1967
9:00 AM PST

Marty, Lorraine, Dave, and Linda are all sitting at the breakfast table. Marty and Lorraine are having toast and coffee. Dave and Linda are eating Crispy Critters and watching Captain Kangaroo. Linda had cereal scattered all over the tray of her high chair. Just then, the doorbell rang. Lorraine went to answer it.

"Well, hello, Toby and Sally," Lorraine greeted. "What brings you two here?"

"We just want to see Marty," said Sally.

"Hey," said Marty, as he walked up to the visitors to greet them.

"Sally and I came here to see whether or not you want to come hang out with us," said Toby.

"Uh sure," said Marty. The three of them walked out the front door to see a red Mustang convertible with white leather seats.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Marty. "You have a Mustang?"

"Yep," said Toby, excitedly. "It's was only made last year. I think this baby's going to be a collector's item one day."

You do not know how right you are, thought Marty.

"So I assume you two have always been very close," said Marty.

"Yeah," said Sally, putting her arm around Toby. "Toby is my best friend."

"I didn't have too many friends when I was younger," said Toby. "But she always let me hang out with hers."

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Marty, Sally, and Toby were in the Mustang, and "Good Vibrations" by the Beach Boys was playing on the radio. They stopped at a red light next to a '65 Chevy Ranchero. The man driving the Ranchero is none other than Biff Tannen.

"You shouldn't be drinking beer when you're driving," said a woman, possibly Biff's wife. She had a skinny face and wore large round glasses.

"Goddammit, Louise," shouted Biff. "You shouldn't tell me how to drive. You're a woman!"

Marty just stared. Sheesh! What a sexist pig, he thought.

"What are you lookin' at, Hippie?" questioned Biff. "Hey Toby, say hi to your sister for me." Marty knew Biff was talking about Lorraine. Sally was in the car with them and Ellen's too young. There's also the fact that Biff has a huge crush on Lorraine. If you can call it a crush. It's more of an obsession.

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Marty, Toby, and Sally walked into the newly built Lone Pine Mall. Sally had her arm linked with Marty's, which made him uncomfortable.

Jesus! What is the deal with my family hitting on me?, thought Marty. Why did God make me so damn cute?

Sally waved to her friends and ran up to them.

"I think my sister's got it bad for you," Toby told Marty.

"Yeah," said Marty. "I noticed that. So why would a guy who wants to kick commie butt want to be seen with the likes of a hippie like me?"

"I don't hate hippies," said Toby. "I'm actually starting to question if the war has a purpose. It would be nice to serve for our country, but I don't think this war is going to end communism."

"I think that communism was a good idea in theory," said Marty. "But not in real life."

"Try telling that to my dad," said Toby. "He's one of those people who thinks draft resisters are cowards."

"Your dad thinks we're resisting the draft because we're scared?" asked Marty. "Maybe we are a little. I don't want to die. We're young. We still have a lot to live for. I just think it's stupid that young men are being forced to serve."

"I agree," said Toby. "This is America. But I probably will end up going. My grades are too low to get into college. And college is the only thing that will keep you from going."

"There's a Section 8," countered Marty. "But that probably won't work too well."

"You're right," replied Toby. "It may get me disqualified from the army. But I'll be put in an institution if I told them I was a queer or a cross-dresser." Marty spotted a Pepsi machine. He went up to it and got out his wallet, only to remember that his money was taken away.

"Say," said a voice behind them. "That's a nice wallet you got there." Marty turned around to see that it's his dad's friend, Lester, from high school.

"Where did you get that wallet?" asked Lester. Marty didn't think his wallet was anything special.

"I got it as a gift," replied Marty.

"It's okay," said Toby. "I'll pay." He gets money out of his wallet and buys them both Pepsi's.

"Marty!" called out a girl's voice. It was Sally.

"I know it's a little forward for me," said Sally. "But would you like to be my date for the festival tomorrow?"

"I'm really flattered and everything," said Marty. "But I have a girlfriend, and it just wouldn't be right."

"Oh," said Sally. "I'm sorry. If I knew you were in a relationship with someone, I wouldn't have asked."

"No," said Marty. "It's cool."