Disclaimer: I STILL don`t own Back to the Future or anything associated with it.
Marty McFly sighed with relief. He had finally reached Hill Valley. Now the only thing he needs is to find Doc.
Everywhere he looks, he is still surprised about everything. "Where the hell am I?" he thinks to himself. Then, he heard an unfamiliar sound.
The clock tower bell ringing.
"Next thing you know, the Clock Tower works." he mumbled sarcastically to himself. Next to him, a guy dropped a newspaper in the trash. He quickly picked it up, and it read, 'November 5,1955'. "This hasgot to be a dream." he thought to himself.
He searched around looking for a phone, then found the sign that said specifically 'Public Telephone' under the shop Lou`s.
As he got in, he didn`t recognize any of the people, or even the music that was playing. "Hey kid, what`d you do, jump ship?" Lou asked.
"Um, I just wanted to use the phone." he gulped.
"Oh, it`s in the back." Lou replied hastily.
Marty nodded and ran over to the phone booth. He searched through the phonebook, looking for 'Emmett Brown, scientist.'
"Great, you`re alive." he said relieved.
When nobody was answering, he decided to look for the address, so he ripped the paper out of the phonebook, and asked Lou, "Do you know where 1640 Riverside Dr..."
"Are you going to order somehin` kid?" Lou interrupted rudely.
"Yeah, yeah give me, give me a tab." Marty answered undecidedly.
"Tab, I can`t give you a tab unless you order something."
"Right, then give me a Pepsi Free."
"You want a Pepsi, pal, you`ve got to pay for it." Lou growled.
"Look, just give me somethin` without any sugar." Marty said tiredly.
"Something without any sugar.." Lou mumbled, giving Marty a coffee.
"Hey McFly!" a familiar voice yelled. He turned around.
"Biff?" Marty asked, surprised.
"Hey I`m talkin` to you McFly you Irish bug!" Biff yelled again, looking at the person next to him.
"Oh, hey Biff, hey guys how are you doing?"
Marty, confused, thought, "McFly? Biff bullying him? Wimp-like characteristics?"
He thought for a second, before realizing..
It was his father, George McFly.
"You got my homework finished, McFly?"
"Well since it wasn`t due till` Monday I figured.."
"Hello? Hello anybody home! Huh, think McFly think! I don`t have time to recopy. Do you realize what would happen if I turned in my homework with your handwriting? I`ll get kicked out of school. Now you wouldn`t want that to happen would ya?" Biff asked.
His father didn`t answer, and then Biff grabbed his shirt and demanded, "Would ya?!"
"No, no of course not." his father insisted.
"What do you want butthead, and what up with the life preserver?" Biff asked Marty.
When Marty didn`t answer, Biff turned back to his father, and demanded, "What about my homework McFly?"
"Well, okay Biff, I`ll finish it up tonight, and I`ll, bring it over first thing tomorrow morning."
"Not to mention I sleep in Sunday mornings, oh McFly, your shoes untied!" Biff said as he hit George`s nose. "Don`t be so gullible McFly, I don`t want to see you in here." Biff said before leaving.
"Okay, alright, bye-bye!" his father waved, obviously with false cheerfulness.
Marty stared at his father. "You`re George McFly!"
His father turned around and looked confused, but replied, "Yeah, who are you?"
Before Marty could reply, soon-to-be mayor, Goldie Wilson lectured his father about standing up for himself. George didn`t seem to really pay attention, as he was looking at Marty with a bored expression.
Marty, on the other hand heard everything he had said, with amazement. "Psh, it`s no wonder he`s mayor." he mumbled to himself.
"What? Did you just say 'mayor'?" Goldie asked Marty.
Then Marty shook his head. "No, nevermind."
"No, it`s a good idea. I could run for mayor!" Goldie insisted.
"A colored mayor that will be the day." Lou mumbled as he walked by.
"You wait and see Mr. Carruthers. I will be mayor, and I`m gonna clean up this town!" Goldie replied bravely.
"Good, you can start by cleaning the floor." Lou replied with a smirk, handing Goldie a broom.
"Mayor Goldie Wilson. Like the sound of that." Goldie said.
Marty then heard bells, then turned around and saw his father on a bike.
"Dad, George, hey you with the bike!" Marty called after him.
Panting, he finally found his father, on a tree.
It turns out, his father was a 'peeping tom'.
"He`s a peeping tom." Marty said out loud.
Then, George slipped, but was able to drop on the street, while a car was passing by.
"Dad!" Marty yelled, pushing his father out of the way.
Everything was a blur, until he realized it was all a dream.
But it was not a dream.