Yeah. I'm… Back? Well, something like that anyway. I... started writing this chapter back in… July but never got around to finish it. Well, now I am. By the by, Eddy's last name probably is McGee (not officially confirmed as far as I know) and it is his surname in all of my other stories BUT in this I named Eddy after Michael J Fox's (great actor, great actor) character Marty McFly and Double-D's (in this fic) surname comes from Christopher Lloyd's (another great actor) character Doctor Emmet "Doc" Brown in the movie. Just so you know dear reader. If someone still follows my work that is.
Chapter 2 – Don't Blame the Dynamite if You Can't Light The Ed.
"Did somebody get the number of that anvil?" Eddy groaned and held a hand to his aching head. Helping himself up with his left arm, he sat up and watched the blurriness in his vision disappear slowly.
"Eddy? Are you okay?" Eddy froze at the sound of the voice.
"You! You hit me over the head! Why the heck would you do that?!" Eddy jumped up as he raised a warning finger at his friend; walking towards him. Double-D backed up against the wall of his garage.
"Now Eddy, I'm v-very sorry that I had to hit you so hard you got unconscious, but you were making a lot of noise." Double-D lowered Eddy's finger with his own. "I was afraid that you would wake up half the neighborhood."
"Wake up half the neighborhood? Then don't call me in the middle of the night for help!" Eddy turned and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Now Eddy, the reason I needed you to rush over here so fast is-"
"Hey, I've never noticed this car in here!" Eddy noticed a car shaped object under a big sheet.
"Eddy, no!" But to no avail, Eddy couldn't contain himself and started to run over to the car shaped object, but was stopped halfway when he tripped on a big box.
"Hey Double-D! I thought you were this neat freak and then you leave this big box out!" Removing the blanket covering the box, Eddy was about to open the box when Double-D screamed bloody murder.
"DON'T OPEN THAT BOX IF YOU WANT TO LIVE YOUR FULL LIFE WITH A WIFE AND THREE KIDS MISTER!" Eddy flinched when he saw Double-D flying through the air. The latter landed on the former, throwing Eddy away from the box.
"Double-D, chill! What's so dangerous in that box?" Eddy tried to get up, but his hat wearing friend held him down with amazing strength.
"Eddy…" Double-D's mouth was so near Eddy's ear, the latter shivered. "In that box, there's enough radioactive material to create a bomb so powerful it could demolish half of this state. Unfortunately, the half which we're currently in" Eddy started to sweat.
"You're building a bomb?!" Eddy yelled which made Double-D flinch and let his guard down for a second. Eddy saw his chance and threw his hat wearing friend out of his way.
"Eddy, let me explain! It's not like that!" Double-D grabbed Eddy's shoulder since the latter couldn't decide to run or look under the sheet.
"Then what is it?!" Eddy slapped his friend's hand away and turned away from him. "If there's something dangerous, life threatening or profitable, I should know!"
"You're quite right Eddy; I should tell you what this is all about." Double-D sighed.
"After all, I'm the leader and the hunk of this gang!" Eddy grinned and pointed at himself.
"Oh the infinite opinions on that matter…" Double-D walked over to the car shaped object and pulled away the sheet.
"Isn't that Johnson's car?" Eddy raised an eyebrow and looked at Double-D suspiciously.
"It is Eddy, but he donated it to me for an experiment." Eddy's expression turned blank.
"DOUBLE-D! TELL ME YOU DIDN'T SELL YOURSELF FOR THIS CAR!" Double-D looked at his friend in shock.
"Prostitution Eddy?! Of course not!" Double-D looked horrified by the thought. "No, a scientific experiment!" He grabbed a wrench and started to do something with the engine. Or at least, it looked like the motor.
"Double-D, shouldn't the engine be in the front?" As said, the trunk had been removed and replaced with the engine and some other things which Eddy couldn't identify.
"Well Eddy, this isn't exactly a regular vehicle." Double-D put down the wrench and wiped his hands on a tissue that he disposed in a trash bin. "Eddy, would you please take the box of plutonium and step into the passenger side of the car."
"Hold it! That's plutonium?!" Eddy yelled and pointed at the box.
"Yes, what did you expect?"
"Ed's socks?"
"Witty, very witty Eddy." Double-D grabbed Eddy's video camera that had been lying on the floor and opened the door to the DeLorean.
"Wait! What the heck are you doing?!" Eddy grabbed the box and looked at Double-D in the driver's seat.
"Well, we can't perform the experiment here Eddy, it wouldn't be safe!" Double-D said and shut the door. Eddy mumbled some things, very unfitting for a T-rated story and got into the car's passenger side.
"Double-D, are you gonna drive?"He asked when he saw that Double-D put a key in the ignition, starting the engine.
"As I said Eddy, since we can't perform the experiment here, we have to drive to a location which no on one would visit this time of the day!" Double-D pulled out a remote control and pressed the big, red button on it. The garage door opened, Double-D stepped lightly on the gas pedal and the DeLorean slid out. Eddy watched behind them as the garage door closed and then he looked down at the box in his lap.
"Is there a chance that this box leaks?" Eddy examined the box.
"Unlikely Eddy." Double-D kept checking the side-view mirrors', shifting nervously in the seat.
"Hey Double-D, what is all this crap?" Eddy pointed at a large display with three rows which read: DESTINATION TIME, PRESENT TIME and LAST TIME DEPARTED.
"One thing at a time Eddy." He pulled over and Eddy saw that Double-D had parked in the middle of the football field of Peach Creek High School.
"Hey Double-D, why we stoppin' here?" Eddy turned to get an answer but found the driver's seat empty and the door open. "We're finally blowing up the school? For the first time you actually listen!" Eddy carefully and nervously placed the box on the driver's seat and opened the door.
"Eddy, even if I wanted to demolish our home of education, I would hardly use nuclear power to do it." Double-D was digging in the car's trunk, which had switched placed with the motor so basically the trunk was in the front where the motor is supposed to be but- Hmm, did that make sense?
"Hell no!" Eddy ran around the car to pat Double-D on the shoulder. "Of course you wouldn't." Eddy winked at his friend who groaned.
"Eddy, please hold this." Double-D pulled out a cage that you usually have cats in and gave it to Eddy with much effort.
"Honestly Double-D, what's going on here?! Why are we-" Eddy heard an 'Oink!' from the cage and looked down at it. He opened it and shook the animal out of the cage.
"Eddy, please be careful!" Double-D pulled out two digital watches and glanced at Eddy.
"You stole Rolf's pig?! Double-D, I'm gonna start calling you Double-G, you've become a real gangster!" As said, Wilfred was lying on the ground, legs moving as he tried to get up. The sock wearing adolescent walked around the car to shut the passenger door.
"I most certainly did not steal Wilfred Eddy, Rolf loaned him to me for this experiment." He took out the box with the radioactive material in it, closed the door, walked around the car and patted Wilfred on the back which made the pig jump into the driver's seat.
"Wait, Rolf knows about this and I don't? And why does the pig get to drive?!" Eddy looked at his friend but didn't get an answer; he got his very own video camera shoved in his grip.
"Rolf isn't informed about the details in this experiment Eddy and no, Wilfred will not be maneuvering this vehicle. Now, could you please start filming?" Double-D made a sign to Eddy who mumbled something and started filming.
"What is the pig gonna do with that?" Eddy referred to the digital watch that Double-D had hung around Wilfred's neck.
"Patience Eddy." Double-D stood up straight and looked straight into the camera. "Good evening, my name is Eddward Brown and I am standing outside of Peach Creek Junior High School on October 25th 2009, it is precisely 1:18 am." Double-D motioned Eddy to come closer which the latter did. "See the digital watch that I currently have in my hand?" Eddy zoomed in on the watch in Double-D's hand and yawned.
"Boring!" Double-D groaned and glared at the cameraman.
"Well, you see that my watch is perfectly synchronized with Wilfred's watch." Double-D compared his watch to the pig's watch, they both hit 1:19 at the same time.
"So what?" Double-D gave Eddy a dirty look and went back to the trunk. Or the front… Anyway, he grabbed a big remote control and leaned inside the car.
"You see that I'm setting the time on this display 01:21." As said, the display labeled DESTINATION TIME read: October 25 2009 01:21.
"And…?" Groaning at his friend's impatience, Double-D patted Wilfred on the head and closed the door. He then motioned Eddy to stand back.
"Please stand back Eddy." Eddy did as he was told, barely concentrating. Double-D flicked some switches on the remote control and then pushed a lever upwards. The DeLorean gassed and started to drive away from the two young men. Eddy looked surprised at the car and then at his friend.
"You hooked up the car to a remote control?" Double-D nodded and focused on the car. "This is so sweet! Imagine the cash we could-"Eddy was abruptly interrupted when his friend grabbed him by his t-shirt and pulled him to one of the touchdown areas of the school field. "What are you doing?" Eddy looked at his friend whose eyes were focused on the car. The DeLorean did a u-turn and then stopped, facing the boys at the other end of the field.
"Now Eddy, when the DeLorean hits 88 miles per hour…" Double-D grinned. "… You're gonna see some serious shit." Eddy looked surprised at his friend's face, since when had Double-D used foul language? (A/N: Really OOC, I know, but this is one of those moments!)
"Hey Double-D-"
"Film the vehicle!" Double-D flicked some switches on the remote control and the camera's focus moved to the car.
"Double-D, are you doing what I think you're doing?" Eddy heard how the vehicle's wheels were spinning, but the vehicle itself wasn't moving. A meter on the remote control was increasing, moving way past 40.
"Please relax Eddy, do not worry." Double-D's eyes shifted from the car to a meter on the remote control that was increasing. "Now Eddy, you must stand perfectly still during this experiment or it won't work." Double-D flicked a switch as the meter hit 75 and the car started to drive against the two young boys.
"Double-D, should we be getting out of the way?" Eddy started to sweat and looked at his friend.
"Eddy, keep filming." The meter moved up to 87 and all of the sudden, flashes appeared around the car and as the meter hit 88, a loud crack was heard and Eddy felt a big amount of air push him backwards as the car that a few seconds before had come racing towards them then disappeared in a big flash, leaving nothing but trails of fire that whooshed past the young boys.
"…" Silence. Silence. Silenc-
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" Eddy's jaw dropped to the ground as he looked around the football field.
"That Eddy, was the first successful time travel."
"Here we are, once more…" The young Mr. Brown ran down the street, his friends close behind.
"We sure ain't gonna get rid of them this way!" Max Flywheel (You ain't gonna get rid of him that easy) looked over his shoulder to see the fellow neighbors' of the Cul-de-Sac chasing after them with torches and pitchforks'.
"Pitching in guys, pitching in!" Ed ran as fast as he could, panic written all over his face.
"Quick, Johnson's car!" Eddy turned left with an incredible speed, throwing himself at Double-D's garage door.
"But Eddy, we can't use it! It's-"
"Shut up! They'll skin us alive otherwise!" The door slowly opened and the leader of the Eds' crawled under it, sliding over the hood of the car.
"Where the heck did you get this from?" Max ran over to the passenger side, motioning Double-D to get the hell in.
"Explain later, flee now!" Ed shoved the two young men into the DeLorean, jumping after them and taking the door with him.
"For the love of Roosevelt, why is there only two seats in this car?!" Double-D gasped as Ed landed on the young men.
"Hang on tight guys!" Eddy literally stepped on the pedal, the tires screeching as the car flew out of the garage, zooming by the surprised kids.
"GET BACK HERE DORKS!!" Kevin's angered voice was heard in the background as the car crashed through the fence leading to the alley. 44 miles per hour.
"Oh why did we try to improve the scam from The Big Picture Show?!" Double-D slapped his forehead and groaned. 57 miles per hour.
"Better up, why am I being accused as well?! I WAS JUST GETTING MY MAIL!" Max looked over his shoulder only to see the equipment Double-D had installed. "What the heck is all of this stuff?"
"Well-"
"PIG!" Ed raised his arm in panic, accidentally hitting a control panel in the process which made a panel on the dashboard light up. This came unnoticed to the four young men though because, as Ed had shouted, Wilfred, the first time travelling pig, came running towards them with Rolf on his back. Time circuits on, 69 miles per hour.
"Face the rage of Rolf's giant wiener!" The shepherd had rage in his eyes.
"Dude… That is so… Really? In a T-rated-"
"WIENER!" As Ed once more had shouted, Rolf tore out a giant sausage and swung with all his might against the windshield of the car. 78 miles per hour.
"Oh, a sausage… I thought…" Max's face turned green from the thought of Rolf's… wiener.
"Right, right, RIGHT!" Double-D grabbed the wheel, turning it violently towards the right. Rolf slipped on the hood of the car, grabbing onto the side-view mirror. 55 miles per hour.
"That was-"
"JOCK!" As Ed, who currently served as the radar for the car, shouted, Kevin appeared on his bike with Nazz behind. 64 miles per hour.
"I'll get you dorks!" He tried to ram into the car's right side but failed as Double-D once again turned the wheel. Kevin and the blonde girl abandoned the bike and jumped onto the roof of the car. 76 miles per hour.
"Hang on!" Eddy did a quick U-turn, making a raging Sarah and a… Jimmy grab onto the car doors'. 49 miles per hour.
"Well gentlemen, this is the end." Double-D swallowed loudly and prayed silently.
"Not if I have something to say about it!" Eddy stepped on it once more, the car speeding up more than ever before. "Let's see them hang onto us when we hit 90!" 85 miles per hour.
"90…?" Double-D noticed the lit panel on the dashboard and panicked. "Eddy, NO!" But to no avail. The speedometer moved up to 87 and the familiar sparks were there, surrounding the car with loud cracks. In surprise, the kids hanging onto the car released their hold of it. None of them saw what happened as they flew off into the air but they all heard the giant explosion when the DeLorean disappeared, leaving nothing but trails of fire behind.
88 miles per hour.