"Hey guys. What's slooping?" asked Emma.
"Well, I felt pretty tranked out when I had to go to Art class. It was pretty boring and I had to draw a picture of a farm and present it to the class," Marty B. rolled his eyes.
"Uh, did I miss something here? What do you mean by 'tranked' and 'slooping'?" asked Marty M.
"Oh yeah, you don't know the new slang yet. Slooping means 'what's going on' and tranked means your mind was somewhere else or you don't know what's going on," answered Emma, "So, what's slooping?"
The boys exchanged glances. Should they ask her what happened during lunch and if she was able to talk to Lorraine? Or should they tell her about their failed attempt with George? They decided on the first choice…to make sure everything was ok with her.
"First, what happened with you at lunch? What did Biff say to you?" asked Marty M., hoping that he hadn't touched her or threatened her.
"He wanted me to go out with him, and I said no, I'm going with Alex. He told me that I better go with him and he grabbed me, you saw that. But I'm glad you didn't go over or there could have been a fight. I ran away to the bathroom because he couldn't get me there. Lorraine must have seen me and felt bad because she followed in after me.
"She was really nice and she invited me to her house to sleep over and have dinner and then get ready together on the twelfth. Now, stop avoiding my question. How'd it go for convincing George?" finished Emma, not letting the boys get away that easily.
"He said no. He'd miss Science Fiction Theater and no one on this planet was going to make him go or ask her out," answered Marty B.
That's when the light bulb went off in Marty M.'s head. All George had said was no one on this planet was gonna make him go…no one on this planet…!
"I have an idea," he said and proceeded to tell them his plan.
Since George was so into sci-fi, Marty thought it would be a good idea to use it to their advantage. Marty still had 1985 Doc's radiation suit and he planned to use it to sneak into George's house on the tenth, the night before Emma was going to sleep over at Lorraine's, and then he'd use his "future gadgets" to make George ask her out.
"I think it'll work Mr. Mc-Marty," said Marty B., correcting himself.
"Are we gonna tell your Grandpa about this?" asked Emma, not being sure if they should.
"Yeah, he's gotta have some stuff I can use to freak Dad out. And he's the only one of us with a car," said Marty M.
"Well, there's that," said a defeated Emma, "I suppose we should get home and finish all this homework."
They two Martys started laughing at her.
"What in the name of Sir Isaac H. Newton are you laughing like a bunch of lobos about?" asked Emma with her hands on her hips and sounding very much like Doc Brown.
"You're actually going to do your homework? We're only going to be here for three more days and you're worried about grades?" asked Marty B.
"God, you're just like Jennifer, not mention that you sound like Doc too," said Marty M., "Jen's really good at school and always does her homework. She's also really good about getting me away from Strickland too," He smiled.
"Well, someone has to be responsible around here! You're just a bunch of goofy boys! I'm going home, but you're welcome to stay here yucking it up," said an indignant Emma as she started walking away.
The Martys sobered up a bit and followed her back to Doc's house on Riverside Drive.
"Doc! We're home!" said Marty M.
"I'm starved. What's for dinner?" asked Emma.
"Can we have some hydrated pizza?" asked Marty B.
"Great Scott, what have I gotten myselves into?" thought Doc to himself, "And what in the name of Einstein is a hydrated pizza?"
When Doc walked into the living room the teens all looked over at him and started asking what was to eat and when dinner would be and if he had any snacks. Poor Doc didn't know what to do. He didn't know how much one teen could eat, let alone three of them.
"I may not know what a hydrated pizza is, but I can order some regulars ones from the restaurant in town. What kind would like?" asked Doc.
"Pepperoni!" "Mushroom!" "Cheese!" "Sausage!" Were the replies he received.
"Stop, stop, stop! The best I can do for you is half cheese and one other topping. We can't have four different pizzas. I'm not made of money you know," he said, trying to keep them and himself calm.
After much deliberation, the three chose ½ cheese and ½ mushroom. Doc breathed a sigh of relief.
"What about something to drink?" asked Marty B.
"Pepsi!" they all chorused at the same time.
"Well, that was easy," thought Doc as he went to dial the pizza parlor.
Forty five minutes later, they were all chowing down on the two pizzas that Doc ordered and were sitting at the kitchen table.
"So, were you able to convince your father to ask out your mom?" asked Doc between bites.
"It was a no go. But I have a plan that will scare him into asking her out," said Marty M.
"And what would that be?" he asked.
"I'm gonna dress up as an alien and threaten him with brain melting," he answered nonchalantly, "I've got a hairdryer I can use as a space ray gun and a radiation suit to cover up my body so he won't know it's me."
"Marty, you'll have to be extremely careful not to get caught by your Dad, if you go through with this plan of yours. It could result in a paradox!" he said urgently.
"Trust me; this won't destroy the universe or anything. It's easy, you'll see."
Doc hoped that he was right. The consequences of anything going wrong could be disastrous!
"And what about you and Lorraine, Emma?" asked Doc.
"She invited me to sleep over on the 11th so we can make our final plans and then after school we'll get ready together and hopefully she'll be going with Great Grandpa," she said.
"Well, at least one of you was responsible in all of this," he said, praising Emma and slightly scolding the two Martys.
"Come on, Grandpa, this is heavy stuff. Don't be so hard on us," answered his grandson.
"You've been hanging out with Marty too much these past few days, haven't you? There isn't anything wrong with the Earth's gravitational pull, so nothing should be 'heavy,'" said Doc, clearly not getting what the teen was talking about.
"Oh, no, it means that-" he started, but Marty cut him off with a shake of his head. It was no use trying to make sense of slang to Emmett Brown. His forte was science, not teenagers. But the other Marty was smart and just smiled and nodded; he loved his Grandpa nonetheless.
There wasn't much on TV that night, so around 10:00, Doc said they should go to bed so they wouldn't be so much trouble to wake up the next morning. Emma considered protesting, but knew it would come to nothing. She kissed her boyfriend good-night and crawled into her sleeping bag and tried to fall asleep. Marty M. looked over at him with a smirk on his face.
"I won't be mad if you tell you're dating," said Marty.
"We were gonna tell you in the future at your birthday party, but that's when all this started happening. Now since you know, you'll know in the future," he whispered back.
"Wow, Doc'd be proud of you. I'm not good with fourth dimensional thinking, but you got it right. I know I just met you, but you have my blessing," he replied.
"That comes from 'Doc' being my Grandpa, I guess, but thanks Marty. That means alot to me, we had been kinda sneaking around and felt bad about it, but now we won't have to worry about it. I'll tell my Grandpa the news tomorrow, ok? Night," he said, going over to his own mattress on the floor.
Marty was glad at how the day had turned out. Something told him that the future was looking better already.