Author's note: Hey I'm trying to hurry through this so I can get to what I refer to as the good stuff. I can't wait to have fun with the old west. I know a lot about it and know that it'll be a lot of fun for me to play with the past and well not so far past. I really would like it if more people reviewed. I'm trying very hard to keep up the same spirit of the first one… Please help me by telling me how I did each chapter. It would really help me…
"Hey remember we still have those girls hoverboards" I said carrying my book on us close to my chest.
"Yeah, that's right" Marty said remembering. We spotted them sitting on a bench reading another copy of the same book I had just bought.
"Hey do you girls want your hoverboards back? Sorry we took them on such short notice" Mary apologized.
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"Keep it, we've got Pit Bulls now" the little girls said in unison gesturing towards the hoverboards that go on water.
"I don't blame you. Hey that is a really great book! Would you like me to sign it for you?" I asked pulling out a pen and signing Abigail Brown on the inside cover. So I didn't put Mcfly. I'm not a Mcfly yet and I hope I never am.
An old man approached us holding out a piggybank that farted when you put coins in.
"Save the clocktower! Hey kids, thumb a hundred bucks will ya, help save the clocktower!" he yelled shoving the piggybank in to our faces.
"No thank you" Marty said making the man stop his jeering.
"Come on, kid. That's an important historical landmark!" he tried again.
"Look, some other time!" Marty said walking away but the man wouldn't let us pass.
"Lightning struck that thing sixty years ago…" he continued but we trudged forward.
"Wait a minute...Cubs win World Series...against Miami?" Ferris asked confused looking up at the screen he had seen when he came in.
"Is that baseball or football?" I asked.
"Yeah, something huh? Who would have thought? 100 to 1 shot. I wish I could go back to the beginning of the season and put some money on the Cubs" the man that had been harassing us about giving the money to the clocktower said.
Marty laughed nervously pulling me after him speeding up the street.
"I had to have a best friend historian that has no sense of sports?" he asked sarcastically.
"Hey, so I don't know anything about sports? Last time I checked that was apartment to cover. I don't go to gym class" I admitted.
"Marty! Abby!" I heard Doc call.
"Seriously sometimes when I think were about to be caught I hear Doc's voice. Isn't that weird?" I asked
"Marty, up here!" Doc's voice called again. I looked up to see Doc hovering in the flying Delorian.
"Doc, what's going on?" Marty asked hiding the book behind his back.
"Stand by, I'll park over there" Doc yelled as he parked on the side of the road.
"What are we gonna do! He's totally gonna find out!" I yelled.
"Just put it in the trunk when he's not looking" Marty advised.
You're probably wondering why we can't tell Doc about our find. But seriously think about it. The man that is against anyone knowing too much about their future isn't going to like the idea of us having a whole open book about them.
"Hey Einstein!" I said petting him.
"I left him in a suspended animation kennel. Einstein never knew I was gone!" Doc explained.
"Oh, I bet those anti-animal cruelty people loved that" I said sarcastically.
"I hope they did I paid them two hundred bucks for them to do it" Doc replied looking around.
"What in the name of Sir Isaac H Newton happened here?" Doc asked surprised.
"Hey didn't he like invent light bulbs?" I asked.
"No he discovered atoms" Doc said softly mesmerized by the broken glass building before us.
"Well I was never good with science" I admitted.
"Oh yeah, Doc, listen, Abby's kid showed up, all hell broke loose" Marty cried.
"Since when did he become my kid? He's like George before we de-dorkitized him. Whose father was he? Yours, therefore he is your son" I explained.
"Your kid? Great Scott, the sleep inducer!" Doc cried in shock.
"You mean the knockout spasm machine?" I asked.
"In a matter of speaking… I was afraid of this! Because I used it on Abby there wasn't enough power left to knock your son out for the full hour. Dang!" Doc yelled.
"Well if you hadn't used it on me for no reason he wouldn't have showed up" I yelled still not happy that he had to knock me out to shut me up. I mean what dad does that?
"Marty, where's tomorrow's newspaper?" Doc asked.
"Uh, here" Marty said pulling it out.
"Doc, Doc, Doc, look at this, it's changing!" Marty cried.
"Let me see" I said snatching it from him. Sure enough the headline was changed to "Gang arrested."
"Why yes, yes of course! Because this hoverboard incident has now occurred, Griff now goes to jail. Therefore your son won't go with him tonight and that robbery will never take place. Thus history, future history, has now been altered and this is the proof! Marty, we've succeeded, not exactly as I'd planned but no matter. Let's go home!" Doc yelled with happiness.
Doc opened the trunk to put the newspaper in when he stopped.
"What's this?" he asked picking up Marty's book of sports.
"Uh, it's a souvenir, a book..." Marty explained hopefully.
"50 years of Sports Statistics. Hardly recreational reading material Marty" Doc said getting angry.
"Well, it could be if you wanted to be up to date on the next fifty years" I added hoping he wouldn't see my book in the very back.
"Hey Doc, what's the harm of bringing back, err, a little info on the future? Thought maybe we could place a couple of bets…" Marty admitted spilling his guts.
"Marty! I didn't invent the time machine for financial gain…" Doc started.
"But that could be an asset" I cut in.
"The intent here is to gain a clear perception of humanity. Where we've been, where we're going. The pitfalls and the possibilities. The perils and the promise. Perhaps even an answer to that universal question, why?" Doc yelled waving his arms around.
"Hey Doc, I'm all for that! What's wrong with making a few bucks on the side?" Marty asked pleading.
"Marty, this is something I would expect Abby to do. Though Abby wouldn't get a book on sports. She'd probably get a book on her future life here. I would do the same thing I about to do now if she did it" Doc said throwing the book in the trash.
"No, Doc please…" I said walking towards him the next thing I knew all around me was blackness.
WITH MARTY
Abby has always had this problem with walking into poles. I don't know what it is, sometimes I think she's magnetic. Anyway, Abby tries to go after Doc trying to explain when she runs into this pole.
I of course run to Doc who had walked to another street to throw the book away.
WITH EVERYONE
"Doc seriously Abby just passed out!" Marty yelled as Doc threw the book in a trash can.
"What do you mean she passed out? The only way to pass out in the future is by the muscle relaxer and running into a pole" Doc stated.
"The second one" Marty replied as they crossed the street to where Abby had passed out.
"Great Scott!" Doc cried as he pulled Marty behind a building.
"What…" Marty started, but Doc shushed him.
"Mcfly, Abigail Joy Brown. 3793 Oakhurst St, Hilldale. Age 47" one of the police officers said.
"Joy, what a middle name" Marty laughed. Doc looked at him.
"47? That's a heck of a good facelift" the other one said.
"Hey I saw her on TV a couple times. She's like really famous" the first one said.
"What the heck are they doing Doc?" Marty asked.
"They used her thumbprint to assess her ID. Since her thumbprint never changes over the years they simply assume she's the Abigail of the future" Doc explained.
"Well, we gotta stop them!" Marty cried.
"What are we going to say, that we're time travelers? Hey, they'd have us committed!" Doc yelled.
"She's clean, that means we take her home. But she does have some strange substance in her" the second one said.
"Oh, yeah my mom told me about them. I think their called prunes. She used to have to eat them when she got constipated" the first one replied.
"Home, to Hilldale? It'll be dark by the time we get out there" the first one commented.
"That's it! They're taking her home, to your future home! We'll arrive shortly thereafter and get her out of there and go back to 1985" Doc said creating a plan/
"You mean I'm going to see where I live? I'm going to see myself as an old man?" Marty asked happily.
"No, no, no Marty, that could resolve in a...Great Scott! Abby could conceivably encounter her future self, the consequences of that could be disastrous!" Doc cried understanding.
"Doc, what do you mean?" Marty asked getting scared.
"I foresee two possibilities. One - coming face-to-face with herself thirty years older could put her into shock and she could simply pass out. Or two - the encounter could create a time paradox, the results of which could cause a chain reaction that would unravel the very fabric of the space-time continuum and destroy the entire universe. Granted, that's the worse case scenario. The destruction might, in fact, be very localized, limited to merely our own galaxy" Doc explained.
"Well, that's a relief" Marty admitted relieved.
"Let's go! I sure hope we find Abby before she finds herself!" Doc cried hopping in the Delorain.
"The skyways jammed, it's going to take us forever to get there.And this stays here" Doc added gesturing towards the book that he hadn't thrown away yet.
"I didn't invent the time machine to win at gambling, I invented the time machine to travel through time!" Doc cried.
"Gee, that's where Abby would say 'No, I thought a time a machine would be for making prune juice' in some British accent" Marty admitted.
R/r I hope this made you laugh, it made me… .