(November 12, 1955)

The week flew by, and the twins were in disbelief. They did everything they could to warn Doc about his future, but he was set on not knowing. With the Enchantment Under the Sea Dance happening tonight, they had to put that aside.

Marty and Ally chose to tackle their parents separately before the dance. Marty would hang out with George, while Ally helped Lorraine pick out a dress, planning to regroup later. Things were definitely looking brighter for them.

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Marty was at George's place to help him with some laundry, but George was still puzzled about how he was supposed to get together with Lorraine. "I don't get it. How can I take Lorraine to the dance if she's already going with you and Ally is with me?" he asked as they strolled to the backyard.

Marty, with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder, explained, "We've been telling you all week that Ally wants to go with you. You need to show her you're someone who can stand up for her." As they reached the clothesline, George set down the laundry basket, looking uncertain.

"But I've never fought anyone," he replied. Marty placed his hands on his hips and said, "No fighting, Dad. Dad, Dad, Daddio! You're just rescuing her. Let's go over this again. At 8:55, where will you and Ally be?" George answered, "At the dance," while hanging up a piece of clothing. "Exactly, and at nine, she'll be mad at me," Marty nodded.

"What is she gonna get mad at you for?" George asked while he kept hanging up clothes. Marty became hesitant at what he asked. Personally, he wasn't comfortable with what his plan, but he and Ally had only so much time to get their parents together. "Well, girls usually get upset when guys try to take advantange of them," Marty said, turning away from George.

This made George perk up and he walked over with a bra in his hand. "Oh! You're not gonna touch her-!?" he exclaimed in shock. Marty shook his head, taking the bra away from and he tossed it in the laundry basket. "No, George. Look, it's nothing more than an act, okay? Picture this, Lorraine and I are struggling inside the car. You walk over, you open the door and you say… You're line, George," Marty said, using hand motions while talking before turning back to George.

George listened to what Marty was saying and he shook his hands excitedly. After he cleared his throat, he said while pointing at Marty, "Hey, you! Get your damn hands off of her!" he exclaimed before stopping, "You think I oughta swear?" "Yes, definitely! Goddammit, George, you have to swear! Look, Ally and I have been told that if you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything," Marty told him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

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While this was happening, Ally was dress shopping with Lorraine and her other friend so they'd have something for the dance tonight. Ally picked out a dark green dress but she had shorts to go with it. Of course, she wanted to keep her tomboy exterior by wearing a denim jacket and her sneakers. She didn't really like wearing dresses all that much.

She walked out of the dress shop with Lorriane and her friend. When they stepped out, Lorraine pulled her dress out of its box so they could get a good look at the dress. It was a sleeveless pink dress. "It's beautiful, Lorraine!" Lorraine's friend exclaimed in excitement. "Yeah, you're looking great, Lorraine!" Ally said with a smile.

Just as they walked out, Biff laughed as he quickly approached them. 'Oh come on!" Ally thought as she heard his obnoxious chortle. "Well, look at what we have here. Nice dress, Lorraine! Oh, but I think you'd look better with nothing on," he said as he tried lifting Lorraine's skirt up to take a peek underneath it. However, Ally wasn't having it today.

"Get your damn hands off of her!" she shouted, pushing his hands away from Lorraine's skirt. She wouldn't let this bastard touch her mother like that. Biff glared right at the 17-year-old Mcfly girl and he clenched his fists together. "You broke my car, you bitch!" he growled at her. "Correction, YOU crashed your car. It's not my fault that you weren't paying attention. Or maybe you're too braindead to actually do that?" Ally said in a smartass tone.

He quickly grabbed her by the front of her shirt and he raised his fist to punch her. "I'm gonna kick your ass, you little bitch!" he shouted. "Go right ahead. Or are you too scared that Strickland is going to see you?" she snarkily said back. She saw a change in Biff's eyes - this only angered him even more.

He swung his fist but she dodged and she punched him as hard as she could before she took off running in the direction of Doc's place. She didn't want to take a chance of Biff coming after her.

By the time she got back to Doc's place, she bursted inside and she slammed the door shut, breathless from sprinting all the way from town. Marty was already there, getting himself ready to go for the dance that night. Doc was the first to see her and he rushed over to where she was.

"Great Scott, Allison, what's happened?!" he exclaimed as he approached. Marty came over after hearing her coming inside. "Whoa, what the hell happened, Ally? I thought you were with mom?" Marty asked her in concern. Ally turned around and brushed her hair back with her hands, trying to catch her breath. "I was with her, but Biff started harassing her and I defended her, but he nearly punched me in the face," Ally said after a second.

"Holy shit, what did you do to get out of that?" Marty asked her, crossing his arms. "I punched him right in his face after I corrected him on who crashed his car," Ally said, getting her twin brother to laugh a bit, impressed that she was able to stick up for herself like that. But it was going to come with a cost of them potentially running into Biff at the dance tonight.

They couldn't focus on that though right now - They had to finish getting ready for the dance.