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'This is such good fish, isn't it, Mike?' asked Arthur. 'I swear that this place serves the best fish. The tarter sauce is delicious, too.'
'I beg to differ with you, my dear,' countered Sylvia. 'Nobody makes fish as good as my dad does. My dad uses a secret recipe. Everyone in our neighbourhood said that he made the best fish.'
'My mom makes good breaded fish, too,' added Marty, smiling. 'She's a wonderful cook. I also really enjoy her stuffed shells.'
The door to the cafe then swung open, as four tough looking guys walked in. Marty recognized one of them as looking just like Douglas Needles. Another looked much like Raymond "Rex" Unger - who was a member of Needles' gang. The gang pretty much looked all too familiar to Marty. The gang sat at the booth in front of Marty.
"Howard, what do you have up your sleeve?" asked the gang members who looked like Rex Unger. "Emmett Brown's going to the Spring Picnic next week Tuesday?"
Marty's ears immediately perked up. It dawned on him that the gang leader must be Howard Needles, Douglas Needles' grandfather. Doc had mentioned to Marty how he was tormented by a certain Howard Needles, back when he was in high school.
"That's right, Rick." chimed in another gang member, "I heard he's going with Nancy Watson. I just can't believe that the two of them are in love."
"Yeah, what does she see in him, anyway?" asked another gang member. "How could anyone in her right mind love someone like him? He's just a complete freak!"
"I haven't got a clue," replied Howard, "but no matter. I'm sure Nancy wouldn't want to be with him anymore after the picnic. You see, we just plan to coat the seat of his chair with hair gel. Then, after Emmett sits down, the seat of his pants will be all wet - and it'll look like he peed his pants. Nancy would certainly dump him after that!"
The gang all burst out laughing as Marty felt very horrified. He had to warn his friend about this. However, there was also this whole problem of preserving the space-time continuum. He would have to think of something, though. He rather couldn't let these jerks to humiliate his friend.
"How will we be sure that Emmett sits there, though?" asked Rick. "How do we make sure our plan doesn't backfire?"
"What do you think, Rick?" asked Howard, rolling his eyes. "They'll have assigned seats at the picnic. Emmett will have no choice but to sit there!"
"Yeah, Richard Unger," chimed in the first gang member, "sometimes you can be so dense. Is it really any wonder you failed to usurp Howard's position as leader?"
"Anyway," continued Howard, "I'm on the decorating committee, so I'll see it it that Emmett is seated across the table from Nancy, and that we're seated near him."
"You mean we have to sit near him?" asked Rick, horrified. "Yuck! Please tell me you're kidding!"
"Hello? Is anybody home?" Howard asked, as he tapped Rick on the head. "Think, Rick, think! You think we're going to partake in a rather great prank, and then not enjoy the results? He might be disgusting, but he'll provide us with a good laugh."
Then Larry walked over to the gang's table, with a disgusted look on his face. The gang was talking pretty loudly, after all.
'Are you boys going to order something...' Larry asked, rather sharply, '... or are you boys just going to sit there and gab all night?'
'We'll have a basket of deep fried cheese curds,' Howard said, loudly, 'and four pepsis.'
'Will that be all, boys?' Larry asked.
'Yes, that will be all,' Howard replied, 'unless you can get us four beers, too.'
'Don't even think about it,' Larry said, sternly. 'You boys are too young to be drinking beer.'
Larry then walked back into the kitchen, before Howard could respond.
'Poor Emmett will be so embarrassed,' smirked the third gang member. 'Everyone will be laughing at him, and he'll wish he never came.'
'That's right, Jeb,' Howard said, chuckling. 'We'll really coat the chair with hair gel, and he won't even notice!'
'Well, let's go get some music on the juke box,' suggested the first gang member.
'That's a good idea, Moose,' said Howard, laughing. 'Go play some nice tunes!'
Then Moose headed up towards the juke box. Marty felt he had to warn his friend, somehow. He couldn't, in good conscience, just allow his friend to be humiliated - when he had overheard the gang's plans. He would think of something.
'Are you done eating, Mike?' asked Arthur. 'Are you wanting dessert?'
'Uh, no, I'm pretty full,' replied Marty. 'This was such good fish.'
'How about you, Sylvia?' Arthur asked, turning to his wife.
'I'm quite stuffed, myself,' replied Sylvia. Then, turning to Marty, she added, 'Wow! You ate all your fish? You sure do have a hearty appitite, don't you?'
Just then, baby George started crying. Sylvia lifted up George, and said, 'I think he needs to be changed. Why don't we head over to Hill Valley Park? Would you like to come with us, Mike?'
'Uh, yeah, sure,' replied Marty, as he was anxious to get as far away from Howard Needles and his gang as possible.
Arthur went up to the counter to pay the bill, as Marty helped Sylvia gather up their belongings. Marty and Sylvia then followed Arthur outside of the cafe.
'You seem rather quiet, Mike,' Arthur said, concerned. 'Are you all right?'
'Uh, yeah, I'm fine,' replied Marty. 'I guess I'm just a bit worried about Emmett Brown. You see, he's my friend, and I cannot just sit by and let Howard Needles and his gang humiliate him at the picnic.'
'Oh, I still remember when I was in high school,' Arthur said, shuddering. 'Jiff Tannen would always bully me into doing his homework - and he and his buddies were always mocking me. I heard that Jiff got arrested not long ago, though.'
'Why don't you just tell Emmett what you heard?' suggested Sylvia. 'I mean, if he's your friend, then you owe it to him to warn him about what might happen at the picnic.'
'Yeah, uh, yeah, you're right,' Marty stammered. 'I'll be seeing Emmett again tomorrow. I'll warn him, then.'
'Say, would you like to stay by our house?' offered Arthur. 'We have plenty of room where you can sleep. Do you have anywhere else to stay?'
Marty was silent for a minute. He really didn't want to sleep inside the DeLorean, as it was pretty cramped in there. He had already told Emmett he had planned on visiting relatives, so he didn't feel right asking if he could stay at the Browns' mansion.
'Uh, yeah, sure,' replied Marty. 'Thank you for offering. I was going to be staying here for a week. Is that, uh, okay with you?'
'Hey, that's no problem,' Arthur said, smiling. 'We also love to have company over.'
'You seem like a very bright boy,' added Sylvia, smiling. 'You know, you do look kinda familiar to me. Do I know you from somewhere? Or are you related to someone I know.'
'It could be possible,' Marty said, shrugging. After all, he couldn't exactly explain to them that he was their grandson. 'It is a small world, after all.'
Sylvia and Arthur chuckled lightly. It would be awful if Sylvia suddenly developed a crush on Marty. Sylvia did seem to love her subservient husband, though.