Emmett shushed him again, "It's Kid Tannen!"

True to his word, Kid and one of his enforcers, Matches, were over at the barber shop.

Marty told him, "Hey, I just saw him at the soup kitchen yelling at Arthur McFly!"

Emmett explained, "I'm not surprised. Arthur does the books for his business."

Marty raised a brow, "What kind of business?"

Emmett admitted, "That's what the D.A. is trying to find out."

Marty suggested, "Let's go talk to him."

Emmett pleaded, "No!"

Marty asked, "Why not? Kid Tannen could tell us where Arthur McFly is hiding."

Emmett shivered, "Yeah, well he can also have us fitted for a Chicago overcoat."

With that, Emmett walked off. Marty walked over to Kid Tannen and Matches. Matches was shining Kid's shoes.

Kid complained, "What the hell Matches! You've got Kiwi all over my socks!"

He said, "Sorry, boss."

Kid huffed, "Get out of here!" Matches stopped what he was doing and left his boss alone. Kid looked up, seeing Marty there. He asked, "How about you?"

Marty did a double take, "Huh?"

Kid explained gruffly, "I'm sittin' at a shoe shine booth. You walk up. Either you are here to shine my shoes or you got a death wish. What is it?"

Marty shrugged and decided to shine Kid Tannen's shoes. That's when he eyed the hat Kid took from Arthur earlier. Kid was eating some peanuts out of it. That gave him an idea.

Marty commented, "I'm looking for a guy named Arthur McFly. He's my…um he's sort of a relative."

Kid stated, "Well, he's my employee. And he's very busy today."

Marty asked, "Since you are Arthur's boss, you know where he is, right?"

Kid answered, "He's at the uh office."

Marty raised a brow, "Where's the office?"

Kid replied, "I forget."

The youngest McFly tried, "So when do you think Arthur'll be leaving the office?"

The gangster huffed, "When I tell him he can leave the office." That's when he frowned, "Hey, you missed a spot."

Marty got the spot that Kid was referencing and kept trying.

Marty questioned, "Isn't that Arthur McFly's hat you are holding?"

Kid answered, "It was McFly's hat. Now it is my peanut bowl. Heh."

Marty asked, "Can I have some peanuts?"

Kid smirked, "Why not? I'm a magnanimous kinda guy." Kid held out the hat to Marty and added, "Go ahead…knock yourself out."

Marty asked, as soon as he had the hat, "Hey, Kid?"

The gangster asked, "Yeah?"

Marty pointed behind him, "What the hell is that?!"

Kid looked as Marty grabbed the hat from him. He huffed, "Hey!"

Marty ran off with Kid and Matches right on his heels. Marty hopped into the town square, gaining Emmett's attention.

He asked, "What did you do?"

Marty knew it was best to run now and explain later. As Kid and Matches were chasing after Marty, Matches collided into a gentleman just walking down the sidewalk. Kid quickly avoided them. He went into the town square, almost on Marty's heels again.

Kid hissed, "Gimme that hat, ya lousy crook!"

Marty thought, 'Takes one to know one!' That's when he saw Emmett in the town square. He said, "Emmett!"

Marty threw the hat as Emmett caught it in his hands. Emmett was about to walk off until he saw Matches coming on one side and Kid on the other. Emmett ran, throwing the hat up, going around Matches. Emmett ran to Marty. The two crossed the street, as the train car went by. When Kid could cross, they disappeared. Kid huffed, "Nobody makes a monkey out Kid Tannen!"

That's when Kid noticed that he stepped in dog crap. Matches snickered, though he earned a punch in the stomach. Kid and Matches went back to the barber shop. Marty and Emmett came out of the law offices where they were hiding.

Marty asked, "Where'd you learn how to move like that?"

Emmett answered, "Sandlot football. They used to call me 'The Streak'."

Marty chuckled as Emmett gave him the hat. Emmett and Marty went over to the Soup Kitchen next. Matches came in, holding four barrels in his arms.

He said, "Hey Cue Ball."

Cue Ball asked, "What?"

Matches explained, "The truck just arrived with a fresh shipment of a…" That's when he saw Marty and Emmett nearby. He added, "Uh soup."

Cue Ball asked, "Soup, soup?"

Matches clarified, "Well, uh. This one is the regular soup and this is uh the special soup."

Cue Ball smirked, "Right, special."

Matches put three barrels on top of the metal container. The other one he put under the sign: Soup Today Cabbage.

Matches asked, "What are you doing?"

Cue Ball answered, stirring the soup still, "I'm spicin' up the soup! It's my secret recipe."

Matches pointed out, "Listen, this ain't the Savoy, and we ain't here to feed these bozos no fancy soup! The boss has got a business to rebuild so knock off the goofing and mind your post."

Cue Ball responded, "Alright, alright! Just try it, okay?"

Matches tried a bit of it, "I can see why you want to keep this a secret."

With that, Matches left and Cue Ball started to read a paper. He sat down at the counter, putting his feet up.

Marty asked, "Excuse me?" Cue Ball put his paper down as he asked, "So this place used to be a soup kitchen?"

Cue Ball answered, "What do you mean used to be? Despite recent changes in ownership, this joint is still available for the purposes of disturbin' food to the needy and the not-so-well-do and no other purposes whatsoever."

Marty stated, "Right… why is the soup in a barrel?"

Cue Ball explained, "'Cause it is hard to ladle off the floor?"

Marty replied, "Can I have a bowl of soup?"

Cue Ball huffed, "We're a soup kitchen…what do you think?"

Cue Ball got Marty a bowl of soup and Marty tried some. It tasted awful.

Marty shook his head, "What kind of soup is this? It tastes like…"

Cue Ball guessed, "'Scrole ribollita?"

Marty replied, "I was going to say week old cabbage."

Cue Ball frowned, "Everyone's a critic. Look, all I got to work with is this two-bit soup-in-a-barrel and a spice rack that hasn't restocked since the Coolidge administration. What do you think I should do to perk this slop up?"

Marty thought, "Have you tried paprika?"

Cue Ball repeated, "Paprika?"

Marty explained, "I, uh, think it could use some color."

Cue Ball put down his paper and went to the spice rack. He pushed the metal container out of his way, grabbed the paprika, and put it in the soup. Marty went around the corner to Emmett.

Marty commented, "Huddle up, Emmett."

Emmett asked, "Huddle?"

Marty explained, "Just listen up for a second. Any ideas on how we can get the hooch?"

Emmett repeated, "Hooch?"

Marty replied, "The alcohol, Emmett."

Emmett brightened, "Ah. One might come to the conclusion that the 'hooch' is being hidden in some of those barrels."

Marty agreed, "You're probably right but which ones?"

Emmett told him, "If I could get my hand on some of those barrels, I could weigh them and compare their specific gravity…"

Marty frowned, "Specific gravity? Come on, Emmett. Kid's goons aren't going to let us do an experiment on their barrels."

Emmett responded, "Oh, I suppose you're right. We'll just have to ask the guy behind the counter."

The youngest McFly commented, "Ask him what? 'Any of your barrels filled with illegal moonshine?' Get real here."

The inventor stated, "Well, I imagine a modicum of subtlety would be used."

Marty said, "Subtlety. Right. Emmett, I can't get into the door over there. Those tables are jamming it shut."

Emmett was confused, "The door? So your plan is to just waltz in there and take a barrel of alcohol?"

Marty shook his head, "Uh no of course not! That would be stupid, right?

Emmett confirmed, "I'll say."

Marty stated, "Still, I'd like to get that door open. I can't do anything from out here."

Emmett smiled, "Well, it is the matter of physics… a lever, some sort of stop. Let me see what I can come up with."

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Wishmaker1028: Chapter seven is done! Hope you all enjoy! Please read and review! And always think outside of the box!