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Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with NCIS or Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Nor as usual I have nothing to do with Back to the future!
"This looks like the ending of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid!" I cried over the sound of gunshots above our heads!
"Huh?" Marty yelled confused.
"You know! The one with Paul Newman!" I yelled.
"Oh, that one!" Marty yelled back.
"You think they'd let us be special guest stars on NCIS after this?" I yelled.
"Maybe, but then you'd have to act and that could turn out pretty ugly!" Marty yelled back. I slapped him upside the head as the gunshots stopped. I heard a car drive away. I peeked my head over the brick railing.
"The apples are gone" I whispered.
"Apples? What? Oh, I know you're trying to act all spyish by talking in code!" Marty laughed.
"You're finally catching on" I replied. We walked past where the clock tower used to be. Instead was a group of strip bars and hotels.
"Abby why don't I go in there and you go home…" Marty started but I was way ahead of him.
"Don't even think for one second I am letting you go in there! It's a horrid place full of filth and…" I cried furious.
"Beautiful women" Marty helped. I slapped him. That was enough for him.
"Hey that building wasn't there before" I said pointing to the big huge one in front of us.
"You're right" Marty agreed looking up.
"Hey is that who I think…" I cried but Marty answered my unasked question by the look on his face. Sure enough Biff's face was plastered on the highest tower with the words BIFF TANNEN'S PLEASURE PARADISE in big bold letters.
We walked into the hotel where a huge Biff store was broadcasting a movie about Biff's life.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Biff Tannen Museum, dedicated to Hill Valley's number one citizen, and America's greatest living folk hero, the one, the only, Biff Tannen. Of course, we've all heard the legend, but who is the man? Inside you will learn how Biff Tannen became one of the richest and most powerful men in America" the narrator said.
The T.V. showed a clip of Biff driving away from a big house with a Ferrari.
"No he didn't just get a Ferrari!" I cried.
"Learn the amazing history of the Tannen family, starting with his great grandfather, Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen, the fastest gun in the west" the narrator continued.
The screen changed to a picture of a man with long greasy hair and a cowboy hat.
"See Biff's humble beginnings, and how a trip to the races on his 21st birthday made him a millionaire overnight" the narrator stated.
The T.V. screen changed to a picture of a newspaper. Biff was on the front page throwing money up in the air under the headline HILL VALLEY MAN WINS BIG AT RACES!
"Share in the excitement of a fabulous winning streak that earned him the nickname, "The Luckiest Man On Earth". Learn how Biff parlayed that lucky winning streak into the vast empire named Biffco. Discover how in 1979 Biff successfully lobbied to legalise gambling, and turned Hill Valley's dilapidated Courthouse into a beautiful casino-hotel" the narrator continued. Next popped up a picture of another newspaper reading GAMBLING LEAGALISED in big bold letters.
"I just want to say one thing - God bless America" a video of Biff said.
"What a pig" I muttered.
"Meet the women who shared in his passion as he searched for true love…" the narrator stated. It showed a couple pictures of women with him. Then came up the last one. It was a picture of me kissing Biff on the cheeks with him smiling giddily.
"What! How do I get into this!" I cried. The T.V. cut to a picture of Loraine.
"...and relive Biff's happiest moments, as in 1973 he realized his life long dream by marrying his high school sweetheart, Lorraine Baines Mcfly" the narrator commented.
The T.V. went on to show a clip of Loraine and Biff leaving the church. Loraine looks unhappy and you can tell she was forced into the marriage. Biff leans over and kisses her. Some news reporters run up to him and ask how he's feeling. "Third times the charm" Biff replied simply.
"No!" Marty yelled freaking out.
"Thank God it wasn't me" I breathed.
"The second happiest time of his life was when he was best man for his brother Brandon Tannen's wedding to the gorgeous Cover Girl Abigail Brown. Abigail dated Biff for a little while, but Biff explains that he has no hard feelings" the narrator continues mellowly.
The T.V. shows a film of the wedding reception. Abigail is in a beautiful wedding dress and Brandon is in a Tux with his hair slicked back. They're sitting at a long table. Biff stands up to speak.
"My dearest Abigail and Brandon, you both have inspired me in this past year. You make being in love look so easy…" Biff said cheesily.
"Oh, blow it out your…" I started but I was cut off as three men grabbed Marty and me.
"You want the hard way or the easy way?" one of them asked.
"Man it seems like were in an action movie more and more" I joked nervously.
They shuffled us up a long group of stairs and we finally got to the top. We were thrown into a big room and then our world's went black.
I awoke in a room filled with movie posters. They all had something to do with Biff. BEHIND THE MAN: DOCUMENTRY OF BIFF, THE LIFE AND TIMES OF BIFF, BIFF'S HOME MOVIES, FAMILY TIES THE BIFF WAY… Seriously, how lame were those titles! I got out of bed and headed downstairs. I opened the fridge and got out a prune.
"Wow, they still have prunes" I admitted. Okay, what would you do if you found yourself in this strange Biff memorabilia place? Probably run around looking for your counterpart Marty or run back down the stairs to get Doc who knows much more about these things than the average human being. Me? I ate a prune…
I headed upstairs to a room where I heard voices. I leaned against the door listening. This is what I heard…
"Mom? Mom, is that you?" I heard Marty ask.
"Just relax Marty. You've been asleep for almost two hours" Loraine's voice said.
"I had a horrible nightmare. It was terrible…" Marty cried shuffling around in the bed.
"Well, you're safe and sound now. Back on the good old 27th floor" Loraine replied.
"27th Floor? Argh! Mom, Mom that can't be you!" I heard Marty yell. I laughed remembering how the same thing happened in 1955.
"Yes it's me, Marty. Are you alright?" Loraine asked confused.
"I'm fine. I'm fine. It's just that you're so, you're so big" Marty suggested. I looked at the door confused thinking I must be hearing something wrong. He would never call his mom big.
"Everything's going to be fine, Marty. Are you hungry? I can call room service" Loraine said as I ehard her pick up a phone.
"Room service?" Marty asked tired.
"Lorraine!" a gruff voice from below me called.
"Oh my God, it's your father" I heard Loraine cry. She opened the door sending me flying to her feet. She stepped over me quickly and I began to see what Marty had meant when he said she was so big…
She was thinner than when we left 1985 and her breasts were implanted. She had on a tight sparkly purple dress that shined when she walked.
"My father?" Marty asked confused.
"Come on Mama's boy we have to get out of here!" I yelled pulling Marty out of bed. We ran out the door to see a big fight going on at the lower level.
"You're supposed to be in Switzerland you little son of a…" Biff yelled grabbing Marty by the shirt.
"My father!" Marty cried horrified.
"Did you get kicked out of another boarding school? And you…" he said pointing at me.
"Sneaking around behind Brandon's back are you? I figured you would do something like that! But with my own son! The tabloids will love that!" Biff laughed evilly.
"Dang it Lorraine, do you know how much perfectly good dough I've spent on this no good kid of yours, huh? On all 3 of them?" Biff yelled at Loraine.
"What the heck do you care, we can afford it!" Loraine yelled spitting in his face. She walked up the stairs tripping on her tight and long gown.
"The least we can do with all that money is provide a better life for our children!" Loraine yelled.
"Oh, hold on one second. Let's get this straight. Marty is your kid, not mine, and all the money in the world wouldn't do crap with that lazy bum!" Biff yelled gesturing towards Marty.
"Hey, Marty is no bum! So, I had to give him a boost to get over a fence he could have gotten over by himself today. So he sleeps late, it's cause of a medical condition that hasn't been found yet!" I cried in self defense.
"That totally was a high fence and you know it!" Marty cried.
"Oh, and you could have gotten over it if Jennifer was on the other side!" I shot back. Loraine and Biff continued their fighting as Marty and I did ours.
"Oh, another Jennifer joke! Your so predictable!" Marty scoffed.
"I am not! I bet you would have thought I had took at least five prunes from their fridge! I only took one! Here's that for unpredictable?" I yelled. Suddenly Marty and I heard a word that made us stop.
"Just look at him. He's a butthead just like his old man was" Biff repeated.
"Don't you dare speak that way about George! You're not even half the man he was!" she sneered in his face.
Biff pushed Loraine and she fell down the steps in a heap.
"Dang it Biff, that's it. I'm leaving!" she cried hobbling up the stairs.
"So, go ahead. But think about this, Lorraine. Who's going to pay for all your clothes, huh? And your jewelry and your liquor? Who's going to pay for your cosmetic surgery, Lorraine?" Biff asked as if she was addicted to it not him.
"You were the one who wanted me to get these, these things" she said gesturing towards her breasts.If you want them back, you can have them!" she yelled going in to her room, beginning to pack.
"Look Lorraine, you walk out that door, I'll not only cut off you, I'll cut off your kids!" Biff yelled knowing it would get her to stay. Loraine ran out to the banister sharply.
"You wouldn't!" she whispered.
"Oh, wouldn't I? First your daughter Linda, I'll cancel all her credit cards. She can settle her debts with the bank all by herself…" Biff said climbing up a stair for every word.
"Your idiot son, Dave, I'll get his parole revoked. And as for Marty, well, maybe you'd like all three of your kids behind bars just like your brother Joey. One big happy jailbird family" Biff continued grinning evilly.
"Alright, Biff. You win. I'll stay" Loraine said passing by him, going to the bottom floor.
"As for you, Ill be back up here in an hour, so you'd better not be!" Biff said pointing at Marty. He slammed the door loudly.
"He was right, and I was wrong" Loraine admitted sitting down on the couch beside us.
"Mom, Mom, what are you saying? You're actually defending him!" Marty asked confused. She takes another swig of whisky.
"I had it coming. He's my husband, and he takes care of all of us. And he deserves our respect" Loraine nodded supporting him.
"Respect! Your husband? How can he be your husband? How can you leave Dad for him?" Marty yelled.
"Marty, I don't think she did" I said softly understanding what she had meant.
"Oh, no dad did not die! George Mcfly would not leave his family like this!" Marty yelled tears coming to his eyes.
"Oh, they must have hit you on the head hard this time" Loraine said.
"Mom, I just want to know one thing" Marty said leaning close to her. Loraine nodded.
"Where's my father? Where's George Mcfly?" Marty asked holding her hand.
"Marty! George, your father is in the same place he's been for the past 12 years. Oak Park Cemetery" Loraine replied confused that he would ask her such a thing.
AT GRAVESIGHT
"Marty, I don't think it'll help you seeing the grave" I admitted.
"I just have to Abby! I have to see with my own eyes" Marty explained. We started searching among the graves with the flashlight.
"Marty, I found him" I said. Marty ran over and we read the grave together.
"In Loving Memory Of George Douglas Mcfly, Born April 1st 1938, Died March 15th 1973" we read in unison.
"This can't be happening! March 15th 1973? No, oh please God no, no, please God, please God, no, this can't be happening! This can't be happening! This can't be…" Marty yelled clearing away some weeds form the gravestone. A shadow appeared over the grave and I looked over my shoulder to find Doc and Einstein.
"I'm afraid it is happening Marty, all of it" Doc answered simply.
"When I learnt about your father, I figured you'd come here" Doc admitted.
"Then you know what happened to him? You know what happened, March 15th 1973?" Marty asked surprised.
"Yes Marty, I know" Doc replied sadly. I knew it wasn't going to be good.
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