A/N: Sorry for the long wait.

Debbie Klimer and the rest of the Debbies were riding in the back of the limo while Debbie pointed out all the little things the limo had.

"And this is the TV." said Debbie as she flipped on the TV, showing the channel for their favorite soap operas.

"Oooh! Hi definition on the go!" Debbie Klimer grinned as Debbie pushed a button next to her, opening a small panel on the floor of the limo. "What's that?"

"Take your shoes off and place your feet in there." Debbie told her. Debbie Klimer shrugged and did so, having no reason to distrust Debbie, before the panel closed on her legs, the two holes being the only reason they weren't severed.

"What is it...oooh woooow~" Debbie sighed out as she felt soothing pressure moving all over her feet, from ankle to toe.

"Foot massager. To relax after having to walk around dumb places, like school, or great places, like the mall!" Debbie explained.

"This just keeps getting better and better." Debbie said in a relaxed tone.

"Pardon, Miss Klimer and friends, but we have arrived at Hill Valley High." the driver said in a heavy Spanish accent.

"Aww. Already?" Debbie whined. "I wanna see more of my new limo!"

"Don't worry! It's not going anywhere!" said Debbie. "Besides, how can you tell everyone about it or hear compliments from in here?"

"You're right!" Debbie Klimer said with a smile before she and the Debbies exited the vehicle.

"Hey! Nice ride!" Funzie complimented as he fixed his hair with a comb.

"See?" said Debbie as other kids were looking on in awe and jealousy. "Just imagine being able to gloat about it all day to everyone else."

"This is gonna be the greatest day of my-"

"Hi Debbie! Hi Debbie! Hi Debbie! Hi Debbie!"

Scratch that. Good day is being shot.

"Eeewww!" the Debbie's said in unison as they saw Helga waving at them. She and the rest of the kids deep in the Valley were looking at her and her friends before looking at her new limo.

"Wow. Nice limo." Mikey Butts commented.

"I can see a mini-fridge inside!" Helga exclaimed as she spotted it from the open door before it was shut by the limo driver.

"If any of you even think about going anywhere near my new limo, you'll regret it for the rest of your miserable lives!" she warned with a scowl before she and the Debbies walked into the school. The moment she did, a fanfare went off and everyone inside began to cheer for her.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEBBIE!" the students all cheered, making Debbie smile.

"For me?" Debbie Klimer asked with a smile before Principal Davis handed her an envelope.

"A special present for your special day." she said with a smile. Debbie opened it and saw it was her report card.

"I got an A+ in everything?" Debbie asked in joy, with a hint of confusion mixed in.

"I told my daddy, the Mayor, to cut the school's funding if they didn't comply." Debbie Bledsoe explained.

-Present-

"And it just went on from there." Debbie said to the psychiatrist. "The strongest jocks carried me everywhere in a...what's that chair that's held up by people? Never mind. Anyway, they took me everywhere and all the other kids showered me with praise and compliments. It was SO amazing!"

"I bet it was." Dr. Anders said as he wrote 'Spoiled brat! I hate these assholes!' in his notebook. "So, what happened throughout the rest of your birthday?"

"Well, first the nerds of school took my classes and notes for me while I lounged about all day. The other Debbies threatened to have them expelled if they didn't. And...actually, that's pretty much what happened at school." Debbie answered.

"I see." the doctor nodded. "What about after school?"

"My parents gave me a great gift: My own parade!" Debbie cheered.

-Debbie's Birthday-

Debbie, a crown on her head, was waving to the people as she rode on her own float as a parade in honor of her birthday was thrown. Accompanying her were her closest friends, the Debbies. The float looked like a giant version of her, with Debbie being held in the giant Debbie's hands. The people from the Hills were all watching and waving while the local news was broadcasting the whole thing.

"And coming up, we have the girl of the hour, Debbie Klimer, riding by on her special float during this magnificent celebration for her birthday!" the newswoman announced as the camera filmed the float slowly roll by, followed and following more that looked like giant versions of her, all of which were striking different poses. The camera then showed the newswoman talking with Debbie's father. "And with me is George Klimer, Debbie Klimer's father. Mr. Klimer, how does it feel to be the father of the world's perfect little girl?"

"All I can is that I am proud to be her father." he answered with a smile before whispering the next part, despite it being said into the microphone. "Which is why I'm also throwing a lavish party for her at the end of this parade. Don't tell her I said that." he said, making the newswoman laugh. "Still, I do have to admit, none of this would've been possible without the help of my employees from the Valley."

"Really? How is that?" the newswoman asked in surprise.

"They don't know it yet, but they're the one's who funded all of this." he answered as he looked at the parade floats driving by.

"This must've taken a hefty toll on them, considering that many, if not all, of them are poor." the newswoman commented.

"Nah. They can live a few decades without any Christmas bonuses." Klimer answered, making them both laugh.

-Present-

"One moment." Dr. Anders interrupted. "How did you know what they were talking about if you were on the parade float?"

"I watched the news later." Debbie answered.

"Oh...continue."

"Well, I was having fun waving to the people before we got to a part where the people waving were now from the Valley." Debbie explained. "That's when things started to go...downhill."

-Debbie's Birthday-

The people from the Valley were waving up at her, the Hill Valley police force standing behind them.

"Uh, officer, aren't you supposed to stand in front of us to keep us out of the street?" Milo asked from within his group of friends.

"Nah. We're here to ensure Miss Klimer's entertainment doesn't run away." the officer answered.

"Entertainment?" Peggy slurred before she was hit with a rotten tomato, the other people from the Valley being occasionally pelted with other bits of food or random junk.

"So we're just targets?" Mikey asked before taking half a watermelon to the gut, dropping him like a stone.

"And so the misery of our lives continues." Susie sighed while Helga caught an rotten apple in her mouth.

"Misery tastes pretty good." Helga commented before she started jumping and waving. "HEY! DEBBIE! I'M WIDE OPEN!"

"Ewwww!" went all the Debbies when they saw Helga.

"Ugh! It's no fun hitting a Valley kid when they enjoy it." Debbie Klimer complained.

"Maybe if we throw enough into her mouth, she'll choke." Debbie suggested, making them all laugh before they all grabbed gobs of rotten food.

"Ready, Debbies?" Debbie Klimer asked, hand raised to throw a moldy piece of fruit. "Here...we..."

-Present-

Dr. Anders stopped righting in his notepad when he noticed Debbie had stopped talking. He looked up to see her standing near the window, her back turned to him.

"Miss Klimer?"

"...I don't wanna talk anymore." she said in a quiet voice as she hugged herself.

"Is this in regards to the incident-"

"I SAID I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT!" she snapped, her back still facing him. He raised an eyebrow at that before sighing and checking his watch.

"Well, I guess we can cut this session short. I'll inform your father and have him come to pick you up." Dr. Anders told her.

Mr. Klimer had arrived and saw his miffed daughter sitting in a chair out in the reception area.

"I need to talk to the doctor about future appointments. You, young lady, will wait in the car." he ordered.

"Fine." she huffed as she stormed out, leaving her father to wait before the receptionist told him he could go in. He walked in and saw Dr. Anders quietly checking his papers.

"So, what did she talk about?" Mr. Klimer asked.

"Mr. Klimer, you know that doctor-patient confidentiality prevents me from discussing anything that is shared by my patients and-" Dr. Anders began before George reached into his pocket and placed a few hundreds on Anders desk, which he took instantly. "What do you wanna know?"

"What's my daughter's problem?" George asked, earning a laugh from the shrink.

"I'm a psychiatrist, not a mind reader. I can't figure it out from just one session." he answered.

"Speaking of sessions, why was this one so short?" George followed up.

"Your daughter seemed adamant about keeping her problems to herself. However, I have learned that her last birthday might be the cause for her recent behavior." Anders explained.

"Her birthday? That was a while ago." Klimer said in confusion.

"I know. All of Hill Valley knows." Anders deadpanned before standing up to stretch his legs. "We also know about the incident that took place that day."

"Hmm, yes. That little bit of business." Klimer hummed. "Well, I still need to know why my daughter has been acting like this. Perhaps in her next session, you can pry a little further?"

"That's not how I work, Mr. Klimer, no matter how much money you throw my way." Anders rejected, making George pushed the money back into his coat. "With how withdrawn she currently is, it may take some time before your daughter's ready to talk about what happened."

"Very well. I'll have her come again." George sighed before he left the room, leaving Anders to sigh and rub his temples.

"More visits from Hill kids. I'm gonna need a lot more aspirin."

A/N: To anyone who finds my representation of Psychiatrists offensive, I implore you to watch the Oblongs and see how things function on the show. All of this is just for entertainment.