Scene One-Pinch Me
Marty pulled the paper away from his face. "This has got to be a dream." He said. We walked on, and a lady ran into him. "Uh...excuse me." He said. The lady looked snobby. I rolled my eyes. "Pardon-Pardon me. Could you pinch me?" he asked.
"I beg your pardon?" the lady asked.
"Pinch me, pinch me." Marty told her. The lady smacked him. Marty groaned.
"Shame on you." She said, and stormed off.
"Yeah, that'll do. Thanks a lot. This is definitely not a dream."
An officer walked over to us, and I smiled. "Hi."
Jason rolled his eyes. "Freak." He muttered. Marty handed the cop the paper.
"Thanks." He said, and then the three of us left.
Scene Two-Doc's Personal Belongings
"Doc, do you have a 75-ohm marching transformer?" Marty asked.
"What?" My uncle looked at him like he was crazy.
"Not invented yet. That's right."
"Stupid." I muttered.
My uncle pulled something out of a drawer, walked over to the DeLorean, tapped the object against his hand, held it near the car, and then backed up. "I knew it. I knew it, I knew it." He said. He exhaled, shook his head, and then walked over to the suitcase that was resting on the hood. He opened it and looked inside. "So, these are my personal belongings, huh?" he asked.
"Yeah." Marty replied.
"Yup." Jason nodded. "Everything's most likely in there. I'm not sure. I was too lazy to look through it."
"Since when are you not lazy?" I muttered. Jason glared at me. My uncle picked up a hairdryer.
"What's this thing?" he asked.
"It's a hairdryer." Marty told him.
"A hairdryer? Don't they have towels in the future?" Uncle Emmett set the hairdryer down. He picked up some boxers. "Look at these underpants. They're all made of cotton. I thought for sure we'd all be wearing disposable paper garments by 1985." He picked up a magazine. "What's this?" he opened it, and did a happy noise. "Suddenly the future's looking a whole lot better."
I looked at Jason. "Looks like he found your porn stash." I muttered.
"Alright, okay, Doc, it's ready. Come here." Marty said. My uncle reluctantly walked over to us.
Scene Three-"She's Cheating"
We walked up to Hill Valley High School.
"Whoa." Marty said. He was now in fifties clothes as well. He looked around. "They really cleaned this place up. Looks brand new."
"Now remember." Uncle Emmett said. "According to my theory, you interfered with your parents' first meeting. If they don't meet, they don't fall in love, they won't get married, and they won't have kids. That's why your older brother's disappearing from that photograph. Your sister will follow, and unless you repair the damage, you'll be next."
"Sounds pretty heavy."
"Weight has nothing to do with it." My uncle sounded really confused. I about laughed. We walked inside, and Marty looked into a classroom.
"Doc. Doc, there she is." He pointed at his mother. "Right there, second row." We looked inside the room.
"Oh, yeah, I see the resemblance." my uncle said. Marty laughed softly. Lorraine looked at someone else's paper.
"Holy shit!" Marty exclaimed quietly. "She's cheating."
"Well." Uncle Emmett shrugged.
"She's my mom."
My uncle patted Marty on the back.
The class was over. Lorraine and a few of her friends walked out. "I got an F anyway." Lorraine shrugged. My uncle watched them walk away and then walked over to the three of us.
"Which one's your pop?"
"That's him." Marty said, pointing at George. George was getting kicked and bullied the whole way down the hallway.
Scene Four-"Darth Vader" Extended Version
It was around 1:30 in the morning. Jason, Marty, and I snuck into George's house in our radiation suits. Marty put some headphones over George's ears, and put his Van Halen tape in his tape player and played the song loud, making George wake up and sit up. He looked at us, his mouth agape. Marty stopped the music. George went back, looking scared.
"Who are you?" he asked. Marty started the song again, and George grimaced. He stopped it.
"My name is Darth Vader. These are my assistants, Leia Organa and Luke Skywalker. We are extraterrestrials from the planet Vulcan." Marty held out his hand and did the Vulcan hand sign for peace.
"Mom, Dad!" George called.
"Silence!" Marty held out Uncle Emmett's hairdryer. George looked away. "My heat ray will vaporize you if you do not obey me!"
"Okay! Okay! I surrender, I surrender!"
"You, George McFly, have created a rift in the space-time continuum."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."
"Sorry doesn't cut it, George." Marty knelt down. "The supreme Klingon hereby commands you to take the female unit known as Baines, Lorraine to the place called Hill Valley High School. Exactly four earth cycles from now." George reached out for the hairdryer. Marty smacked his hand with it, and George pulled away. "That's this Saturday night, George."
George sat up. "You mean you want me to take Lorraine to the dance?"
"Affirmative." Marty stood back up.
"I...I don't know if I can do that." Marty started the music again. George's head snapped back, and he covered his ears. "Okay, alright, I'll do it. I'll take Lorraine to the dance. Just please—"
Marty stuck the hairdryer back in his belt. "Now close your eyes and see us no more."
"Okay." George held up his hands. "Affirmative." Marty, Jason, and I went out the window. I poked my head back in.
"If you don't, we'll melt your brain." I said, and then left.
"What?" George freaked out. I stifled my laugh. Poor George. This was going to be a long night for him. Marty went back up, made him pass out, and then left. He threw his stuff into the car.
"How'd it go?" Doc asked.
"Great. That chloroform really put him out. I hope I didn't overdo it."
The Next Day
"Marty! Lezarah! Jason!"
"Notice how he says my name before yours." I smirked at Jason. George ran over.
"Guys! Guys!" he said.
"Hey, George, buddy." Marty said, holding a Pepsi. "You weren't at school. What have you been doing all day?"
Scene Five-"Hit me, George"
"You know, if you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything." Marty advised. He patted George on the shoulder and then walked off. "Alright. Tell you what, George." He said. "Give me a shot. Give me your best shot." He pointed at his stomach.
"No, I'm not going to hit you in the stomach." George shook his head.
"Come on, George. Come on. Right here. Come on."
George touched him with his fist and seemed really pleased with himself. "There! That was good. She'll believe that. I know she will. I'm fine." He walked off.
"Tell you what, George." Marty went after him. Jason and I looked at each other and started laughing. I imitated George.
Scene Six-"You got a permit?"
We walked out of the diner and over to Uncle Emmett when we saw that he was talking to an officer. Marty slipped the letter into my uncle's jacket pocket.
"A-ha!" my uncle said, and held a fifty dollar bill out to the officer. The cop took it.
"You aren't going to set anything on fire this time, are you, Doc?" the cop asked, and then left.
"No." My uncle said, and then looked at us. "Hey, kids." He looked at Marty. "You better pick up your mom and get going."
"Yeah, right." Marty said. He was getting nervous.
"You look a little pale. Are you okay?"
"I don't know, Doc. I mean... it's just this whole thing with my mother."
My uncle stuttered. "What?" was what he finally managed to get out.
"I just don't know if I can go through with it. Hitting on her."
"Nobody said anything about hitting her. You're just gonna take a few liberties with her." he winked.
"See, that's what I mean. God! I can't believe I'm actually going to feel up my own mother. You know, this is the kind of thing that could screw me up permanently. What if I go back to the future and end up being gay?"
"Why shouldn't you be happy?"
I just about died of laughter right there. My uncle looked at us. "What did I say?" he asked.
"I gotta go pick up my mother." Marty said.
"Good." My uncle opened the car door for him.
"Listen. If things don't work out at the dance tonight and my folks don't get back together, when do you think I'll start to fade out?"
"Beats the shit out of me." My uncle responded.
Scene Seven-The Phone Booth
I watched George as he took a sip of his drink looked at the clock, and his mouth dropped open. He looked at his watch and then took off. I looked out of the car, and my mouth dropped open. I ran out. I ran past a phone booth as Strickland left.
"Mr. Strickland! Mr. Strickland, you've got to let me out of here!" George screamed. I walked past. "Lezarah! Lezarah, I'm so glad to see you! You've got to let me out!"
I cocked my head. "Sorry, George, I can't hear you."
"Yes you can! Let me out!"
"I think I hear Marty calling me! I gotta go! Bye!" I ran off.
"Lezarah! Lezarah! LEZARAH!"
I looked at some random guy. "Hey, let that kid out of the phone booth, will you? Thanks." I ran off.