October 26th, 1985-A.
10:35 AM.

Sonic booms could be heard thoughout the polluted skies this partly cloudy morning. The three time travellers sat in the DeLorean car together, quite unsure what to expect, besides one Doc Emmett Brown, who had recently returned from a short trip to the future.

Marty McFly had escaped the Swiss Boarding school several weeks earlier and had been hiding out in town, unbeknownst to his family, or evil stepfather, 47 year-old millionaire Biff Tannen. His soon-to-be 17 year-old girlfriend, Jennifer Parker, worked at the Lone Pine Mall's Lane Bryant and was a part-time biker. The suburban mall was just as bad as the rest of town they all wanted to get away from so badly.

October 21st, 2015-A.
4:29 PM.

The skies suddnely turned darker, and only slightly less dirty looking. There appeared to be a crudely consturcted road in the sky -- lane markers weren't in the right places, and there was litter everywhere -- but strangely, it appeared fairly empty and even creepy in a way.

"Time travellers, we have arrived on October 21st, 2015, above whatever remains of Hill Valley, California," exclaimed the tired sounding, but still strong and energetic 65 year-old scientist. As his two teenage friends and companions turned to him to hear more, they noticed a hovering motorcycle in the distance.

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NOTES: From here on, I'll only do one or two paragraphs (not counting separate dialogue spacing), but I had to get the story going a bit. I guess I like to be too descriptive. :lol: :D

As Doc drove the Delorean Time Machine through the road, Jennifer Mcfly glanced over at Marty, confused. "Marty, what does this mean? Are we really in the future?" she asked.

Marty nodded his head. "Yeah. You're sitting in the Delorean Time Machine right now." Jennifer gasped and turned to Doc again. "Doctor Borwn, where do we live? I bet we have a big house, right. Oh, and Marty, we'll be able to see our wedding! And Doc, what about-" But then, Jennifer was not able to speak. Doc had pulled out a gadget that immediately put Jennifer to sleep. "Doc, what did you do that for?" whined Marty.

"She was asking too many questions! I had to stop her! And she wouldn't like the answer..." Doc cut himself off. "Why? What happens to us? Do I become like, a rich rock star?" "In your dreams" Doc muttered under his breath.
"What did you say Doc?"
"Nothing, Marty. No one should know too much about their own future."

"Well, you're the Doc, Doc," replied Marty solemnly. He could only dream of being something such as a rock star. Before Biff shipped him off to the Switzerland boarding school two years earlier, as well as whenever he was in town, he had a group of childhood friends he'd play rock & roll with. They'd even stole their instruments from the shop in the Lone Pine Mall one day, since looters were so common, they were hardly noticed.

"I think the town square should be right about here," said Doc as he slowly descended and veered the right, looking for the way down to the street. It was so smoggy up there that it was hard to see. Despite the dirtyness, he could make out a sign announcing:

Welcome to Hill Valley. Re-Elect Mayor Biff Tannen Jr.

Just as they made their way into the deserted alley down below - behind some low rent apartments, and littered with some Graffiti reading Class of '16 - Marty said, "Doc, look, I can't believe you can go through time with this thing. Isn't there a way we could make the 80s like it was in 1955? I mean, I sorta remember before dad died, the town was okay, but the way it's shot to h*ll is what I'm used to. Tell me, though, is it still scr*wed up now too?"

"It's not quite as much of a piece of s**t," said the scientist, slightly angry at what became of the state of his hometown. "But, it's not good. However, you shouldn't know too much about it, aside from your mission."

Marty and Doc exited the time machine. They both grabbed Jennifer and set her by some crates. They were empty, but they seemed strong enough to hold her. A faint smell of gas came from somewhere in the town. Machinery and high tech sounds came from the town square. But before Marty could go and explore, Doc stopped him and threw some futuristic clothes at him.

"Here Marty, put on these. They will help you blend in", commanded Doc. Doc threw Marty a futuristic gym bag with some sort of strange lock on it. "Doc, what the heck is this? It won't let me open it." "It's a simple thumb lock. Just put our thumb on it and it'll recognize your thumbprint and the bag will open. I made sure that it will only open to our thumbprints. I don't want some ziphead stealing its contents". "Well you're the Doc, Doc" replied Marty as he opened the bag.

Inside the bag were the futuristic clothes. The clothes although futuristic, had many chains, rips, and stains on them. "Doc, are sure sure these clothes aren't used" questioned Marty. "I am sure, I just bought them new at Lone Money Mall yesterday, or should I say October 20th, 2015. That is just the style they wear here". After adjusting his new clothes, Marty asked,"Ok Doc, I am ready, now what?" "First of all, help me take Jennifer out of the car. We'll hide her here next to these used oil cans." Doc and Marty picked up Jennifer and put her near the oil cans. As Marty did this, he got his first glance at 2015, the future. It was similar to his Father's short science fiction stories about how the future would be if we didn't take care of it and stop Biff from gaining power. But Biff did get too much power and became even more corrupt than when George was alive. Marty never thought that the future could look worse than 1985...

After thinking for a minute, Marty asked "So Doc, what is my mission?"

"Well," Doc said, "There is a gangster named Griff. He will ask you if you are in or out." "In or out of what?" "Embezzling millions from his grandpa's bank accounts. Now, you will meet him at the Cafe Gamble, just tell him you are out." "But Doc, I don't get it? What's gonna happen that makes this so important?"

"Look what happens to your son!"

Marty read the headline aloud:
LOCAL YOUTH KILLED
Grandson of Local Tycoon Gunned Down
Martin McFly Jr., the grandson of local business tycoon Biff Tannen was shot 7 times in the chest during what police are calling a "gang-related rumble".
Marty was in shock. "Seven times, Doc? Seven times?" "I'm afraid so, Marty," Doc said. "It turns out that another gang was already robbing the vault when Griff's gang showed up. Your son was cornered. So, you see that you must tell Griff no, that you're out!"

"Look closely at your son," Doc said. "Man, he looks just like me!" "Yes, that is, in fact, imperative to your plan. You must take your son's place, make Griff think you're Marty Jr. So as you make your way to the Cafe Gamble, don't talk to anybody, don't touch anything, don't do anything, don't interact with anyone and try not to look at anything. You won't like it." "You're the Doc, Doc."

Marty wanted to heed those words more than anything, as he set off in his tailored-to-look-dirty futuristic outfit. As he made his way out of the alleyway, keeping his head a bit down and only looking straight ahead. "So, this is what the future is like," he said, a little sadly.

Getting out into the smoggy open air, there were tattered yet futuristic cars flying and landing near him. He had to wonder if one of the bumpers would fall off and hit him. Straight ahead lay the former Courthouse, and sure enough, just like in his own time, the casino he loathed to call home still stood there, looking a bit more futuristic and cleaned-up. The main thing he noticed, though, was that the huge image of Biff Tannen was no longer there - the tyrant's smirk face which haunted him everyday was replaced with that of his own mother - a bit older.

The teen also noticed a large body of water that stood where the dirty old parking lot once was. It was the hotel swimming pool, cordened off, but right there in front of the Town Square for all to see. Not a very private place, that's for sure. Turning left, Marty almost ran into a group of local teens, all dressed close to him, but even scarier looking. Luckily they didn't pay him much attention, but he was prepared to fight. All his life, he'd gotten very tough and had been in more fistfights than he could keep track of.

He saw the Essex Theatre was no longer a p*rno theatre, like it was in his own time. Instead, it had been transformed into somewhat of a regular movie theatre, but they were showing a film called Attack of the Killer Tomatoes 19 with the caption This time, it's really, really messy.

he turned around and looked at the Texaco station. It was battered up, and in worse condition than in his own time. There was no place for hover-converted cars to get fixed, so some people had to go out of town to get that type of work done. He turned around just in time to see a huge tomato come out of the theatre and hit his face. He didn't feel anything, but the goo looked real. When he turned away the goo was gone. "Tomato still looks fake," he said.

Behind Marty, a face showed up on an invisible screen. It was Biff Jr. Talking about fusion power. Marty stood there and murmered "You son of a b*tch." Biff Jr. said "We have made so much progress thanks to my father. The work did not stop when he died." Marty was surprised. Biff died? How? he thought to himself. Maybe the future would not be so bad after all. Marty then made his way towards the cafe Gamble. He walked in to hear "Beat It" in the background. It was not a good recording. It sounded very distorted. He looked around the Cafe Gamble. It was a bar with a futuristic look to it. It also looked trashed down and gloomy. The waiters were all computerized '80's icons on monitors. One with Michael Jackson, another with Richard Nixon etc. Marty was confronted with a computerized version of Biff. To which he said: "Welcome to the Cafe Gamble". Marty felt absolutely disgusted. "What will it be?" asked the computer Biff. Marty decided to get a Beer. The waiter went away. Marty had never had an urge to smash a piece of machinery up as much as he felt, though he surpressed it so he wouldn't draw attention to himself.

Marty saw a man sitting down. It looked like Goldie Wilson.
"Goldie Wilson?" Said Marty.
"No, Goldie Wilson the II" Said Goldie Wilson II. "No one knows my father, he always wanted to be mayor".
"Why didnt' he get the job" Said Marty.
"No one would pick my father because Biff had a lot of money" Said Goldie Wilson II.
"Oh yeah, I Remember that" Said Marty.
"You see when my father went for Mayor I was 12 years old, when I hear he didn't get the job I was going to kill Biff" Said Goldie Wilson II.
"You killed Biff?" Said Marty.
"No, everyone knows Biff was shot in 1996" Said Goldie Wilson II.
"Shot in 1996?" Said Marty.
The door of Cafe Gamble opened.

Before Marty could even begin to grasp his surroundings, the silence was broken by a loud, annoying teenage bully's voice.

"Hey Wilson, I told you two slot machines for my floor of the casino, not just one!" he called in anger as Marty stared on in amazement and horror.

"Yeah Griff, sure thing, but what about the one I got you last week?" called the 52 year-old man who would rightfully be mayor in the correct timeline.

"One of 'em broke when I pulled the handle! What kind of cr*p are you man-u-facturing?!" continued Griff. Before he could respond, the 19 year-old made his way into the well-stocked but dumpy looking cafe. Miniature antique slot machines sat at every table. Lining the walls were pictures of Biff and his family - even one of his wild west outlaw ancestor, Buford 'Mad Dog' Tannen. At the other side of the cafe sat a large arcade game called Vegas Dream. Two boys, around 10 years old were looking it over.

"I heard about this thing from my dad. He used to know Biff Tannen, I wish we did," called one of them.

"Yeah. Look, I got it working!" proudly exclaimed the other boy.

Before they could continue, Griff made his way over and unplugged it. Just as one of the boys began a "Hey" protest, the bully said, "I'm just gonna take this one for now, Wilson! You kids wanna play it, just come into the casino! You lucked out today. Next time, you might not catch such a break, so watch it!"

As Griff struggled to pull the cheaply constructed machine by himself, his three friends entered the cafe to help him. A few seconds later, as he was exiting with the machine sitting just outside, he shouted, "And McFly, you're next, so stay right there, punk!"

Marty continues to look around at the cafe and then out the window. Seeing the casino that he used to live in and the polluted sky and messed up street around it, he thought that this city was almost as much of a piece of sh*t as it was in 1985. He then turned and looked at the far wall looking at his watch and wondering why Biff would have made Hill Valley a hell on this earth. How did this all happen? How did it go from an idyllic town in 1955 to what it became in 1985 and beyond? He looked at his watch and then heard a voice. The voice sounded like his only weaker. "Beer Please." Marty turned around and saw it was his son. He then ducked down and crawled behind the bar while Griff came in. "Hey McFly. I thought I told you to stay in here." "Griff. Guys, how's it goin'?". "So McFly, have you given any thought to tonight's opportunity?" "Well Griff, I'm not sure that I should because it might be a little bit dangerous." A female member of Griff's gang came up and said "What's wrong McFly? You got no scroat?" She grabbed him and threw him down on the counter. Marty said to himself "He's a complete wimp." with complete disgust.

Marty was in awe seeing his future son. This was someone HE would help bring into the world. However, any form of excitement turned into disgust seeing a teenager who looked like him, only a loser and a drunken slob. Before he could think of what to say next, Marty Jr's lifelong bully Griff picked him up by his jacket - which was even messier than the style of the day. Not to mention stained with beer.

"Tell me now, are you in or out. McFly? My gramps had a s**tload of money he woulda given me if he was alive! I can thank your grandma for that," he said, before continuing. "But we're all gonna go to the bank and get it ourselves. You're helpin' too, punk, unless you don't wanna be rich like I thought!"

His opponent spoke in a wimpy voice, "I-I don't know Griff. Sure I'd like the money and all, but I don't wanna have to shoot anyone. I'm gonna have to ask my grandma about it."

Reminded of what he had just said a minute ago, p*ssed-off and even a little sad at how Lorraine Baines-McFly had cut his grandfather down at 58 years old, the same year he was later born in, Griff shot back, joined by his friends, "Your grandmother!? Wrong answer, McFly!"

He then picked up Marty Jr, tossing him over the cheap counter, where he almost landed on a glass bottle, just in time for him to mutter, "Yeah, okay Griff, I'll do it, I'll take a gun, anything you say."

Marty said to his son. “Just stay down and shut up”.
Marty jumped over the counter and Griff grabbed Marty.
“Let’s here the right answer” Said Griff. Marty pushed Griff.
“Since when did you become the physical type” Said Griff.
“The Answers no Griff” Said Marty.
"No?"
“Are you deaf and stupid, I said no” Said Marty. Marty walked away when Griff Said, “What’s the matter, are you chicken” Said Griff. Marty turned around.
“What did you call me Griff” Said Marty.
“Chicken, Mcfly” Said Griff. Marty threw his son’s hat and then he saw Griff take out a baseball bat. When Griff was about to hit Marty, Marty ran and Griff hit a T.V with his father on it.
"What would you havvve toooday" Said Virtual Biff Jr as the t.v wrecked up.
Marty ran to two kids, who was riding a hoverboard with no handles, which was wrecked and had graffiti on it. Marty ran up to one of the girls.
“Hey little girl” Said Marty.
Marty grabbed the hoverboard which didn't have a handle
“I need to borrow your… Hoverboard?” Said Marty.

Marty took the hoverboard and threw it down on the ground. It floated above the ground. Marty jumped onto the hoverboard and it started moving. He saw Griff and his gang come out of the cafe. Marty started moving fast on the hoverboard while Griff's gang members started chasing after him. Marty almost ran into a rock, where he fell off the hoverboard. He then got up and got back onto the hoverboard. Marty made it to the street where he saw a tattered looking truck land. Marty grabbed onto the back bumper which looked as though it would fall off. He then saw some string thing with a handle, which he grabbed onto. The truck drover right by Griff's car. Griff was there, ready to swing his bat at Marty. He then swung his bat at Marty and missed. Instead he hit the tail light of his car. Marty then started hovering over the swimming pool. The board started dipping into the pool more and more. He eventually got the board stuck. It was close to the end of the pool right in front of the casino.

"Hey McFly you bojo." Said one of Griff's gang members. "Those boards don't work on Water." "Unless you got power." Said another one. Griff turned around and went too his car to pick up a box. He took it over to the front of the pool with his friends following him. The bottom of the case opened up and a big hoverboard appeared out of it. THe hoverboard said Pit Bull. Griff threw the case away and told his gang to hook onto the hoverboard. THey pulled three hooks out of the back and hooked them to their wrists. Griff got onto the board with his bat ready. "Batter Up". He said. Then they started moving. He was moving on Marty fast and Marty looked back at them and as Griff was ready to hit him with his bat, Marty jumped into the pool, Griff missed him and then they flew into the casino. Marty got out of the pool and went over to the street. Something beeped on his jacket. He pushed the button and his jacket dried.

"That stupid biff" Whispered a old guy named Terry.
"What?" Said Marty.
"Biff, Thanks to biff now I don't have a job. He put me out of business. I guess he hasn't changed" Said Terry.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Said Marty
"That biff wouldn't pay me the money he owed me for his car" Said Terry. "Oh well".

"Wait. I kept hearing that Biff was dead." Marty said.
"Yeah, but that idiot grandson of his is just like Biff used to be." Terry said.
"So is that idiot son who is our 'beloved' mayor." They have had a stranglehold on this city for the last 50 years and it has destroyed us. When he died it was too late and his family was running rampant already. Man, I wish I could go back in time and fix that."
"What did you say?" asked Marty.
"I said I wish I could go back in time and make it so the Tannens didn't control the city." Terry replied.

Marty started thinking about that as Terry walked off.

Of course, he wanted nothing more than to erase this h*llhole of a world he'd been brought into, but would need to run it by Doc first. In the meantime, he saw a shop right next to the Cafe Gamble, called Blast From the Past. Terry's comment made him wonder about the past, so he made his way inside.

Through the window, Marty noticed a mixture of things he remembered well and a few he cared not to. There was a slot machine from the Pleasure Paradise, circa 1984; an antique Biffco napkin. Marty didn't want to look at that anymore, so he noticed some of the other things that appealed to him: vintage Calistoga water, a Nintendo game called The Legend of Zelda, a Beta VCR, and some 'Still sealed 1980's audio casettes' from Don Henley, Sammy Hagar, Journey, among many others.

The interior of the store was actually a bit neater than the rest of town. Marty assumed it was because today's teens didnt care abotu this stuff anymore. Marty felt a little old but maybe glad for that. The place did appear to be a little undermaintained, though. It was dark and dingy inside. As Tom Petty's "Don't Come Around Here No More" played through the speakers, an approximaely 30 year-old woman came down the stairs.

"Hello? may I help you" said the 30 year-old woman.
"No thanks, just looking around" said Marty. Marty looked around he saw other things which he has never seen before meaning they were not in the time he lived in.
"You're the first teenager who went into this store." said the 30 year-old woman. "Teenagers these days are always playing their Playstations 5's". Marty was wondering when did Playstation come out.
"Are you okay kid?" Said the 30 year-old.
"Which Playstation can I buy here?" said Marty.
"Only the first Playstation" Said the 30 year-old woman. "And since you came into this store, I'll give you Croc with it"

Marty left the store with a playstation and the game Croc in the bag.
Marty found Doc.

"Marty, What in the name of Sir Issac H. Newton happened?" asked Doc.
"My kid showed up, all h*ll broke loose," said Marty.
"Your kid?! Great scott. The sleeper. Because I used it on Jennifer, there wasn't enough power to knock your son out for a full hour. D*mn!" Exclamed Doc.
"Doc, look at the paper, it's changed." said Marty.

It has the police coming out with Griff and his gang.
"I was framed" yelled Griff.
"Yes" said Doc. "Because of the hoverboard incident, Griff now goes to jail. Meaning that your son won't go with him tonight and that robbery will never take place. Thus History, future history has now been altered and this is the proof. We have succeeded now let's get Jennifer and go home!"
Marty goes to pet Einstein and picks up a bag and the Playstation falls out.

As the box slipped out of the bag, hitting the dirty sidewalk with a thud, Marty immediately thought Oh no. As he scrambled to pick it up. Doc noticed, and got there a teeny bit earlier.

"What's this device? Play-station?" he asked, confused. "This is hardly recreational video gaming entertainemnt, Marty!"

"I know, but Doc, I can't play very much Pac Man or Wild Gunman in peace in the mall. What's the harm in bringing back a game system from the future only we know about?" the teen asked. He almost knew his friend would say no, but tried hard nonetheless.

"Marty, do you think that's what the time machine is for!?" cried Doc loudly. "Just because we live in a h*llhole, we can't use time travel for personal benefit and future technology. If this system is any indication, we'll be able to buy video game technology for homes very soon, but the time machine is for seeing the world and the progress of mankind. Whatever is left of it."

"I'm fine with that. I'm all for that Doc. I just wanted to have a little fun in my spare time. I won't show it to the guys or anything."

Coming up behind Marty, the scientist put it back in the large bag and said, "I am going to return this to that retro shop. Stay here!" As he did, he noticed something sudden. Putting the bag gently on the ground and rushing to grab Marty - with them both running over to the wall to peer through the alley, he said "Great Scott!" loudly.

There was two police women who put Jennifer's thumb on a machine which dectects dna.
"Jennifer Jane Parker, Hilldale, Age 47" said the dna dectector
"47? That's a hell of a good facelift" Said one of the police women.
"Hilldale? we won't get there before the sun goes down" said the other police women.
"They're taking Jennifer to your future home" said Doc.
"You're saying I'm going to see myself as a old man" said Marty. Then Doc got shocked.
"If 2015 Jennifer arrives home and sees her younger self two things could happen. Either 1985 Jennifer could faint or there could create a paradox which could destroy the whole universe!" Said Doc. "Though the Paradox may only effect our Galaxy".
"That's a relief" Marty said
They took Jennifer in the police car to Hilldale. Doc made sure they couldn't see them.
"We must get to hilldale before Jennifer does" said Doc. "But we must be careful because Hilldale is a dangerous place".

"It's still dangerous, as every place is, but it's one of the safer places left in Hill Valley, if you can imagine that," said Doc. "The skyway is far more unsafe at night from what I've observed and heard in the future. Only the police and emergency vehicles are advised to go up there within the city limits. We're going to have to drive to Hilldale, but first, you must return that Playstation device."

Marty hesititated a bit as he picked up the box from where it lay. He knew he was outdone. "Yeah, alright, you win, Doc. Just one thing, though, if Hilldale is a good area compared to the rest of this dump, my future self must be alright, huh?"

"Marty, I'm not about to tell you knowledge of future events. Just know you'll turn out alright, despite all the chaos in our town," said Doc, as they both re-entered Blast From the Past.

Within a few minutes, they emerged out of the store (with Doc watching his every move, to make sure he didn't try and buy something else), they were off to the DeLorean to begin the 4 mile trip out west, the old-fashioned way.

As Marty and Doc made their way out of town, they were moving very slowly. The city was still in a state of disrepair, as it was in 1985, but not quite as bad. There were still many gangs and the crime rate was still high. The city of Hill Valley was still, by all accounts, a scary place. But not quite as scary. And Marty and Doc having had the lives they had, this was nothing to them. To them it simply was not as bad as it used to be.


The duo made their way to Hilldale. Hilldale, while still looking bad was substantially better than the rest of town. That was not saying much though.

Meanwhile, the two female police officers took Jennifer to her future home. Hilldale was a run down neighborhood but was far better than any other place in Hill Valley. The police officers landed the car in front of the McFly home and got out. "Hilldale, a breeding ground for tranks, lobo's and zipheads and yet the best part of town," said one of the cops. They carried Jennifer towards her house and pressed her thumb to the scanner. The door opened and they let her in. She started to wake. She groaned. One of the cops said "Ma'am you should reprogram, it's dangerous to enter without lights on." "Lights on?" Jennifer asked. The lights came on and the cops told her as they put her down on the couch, "Yes, now be careful in the future," said the cop. "The future?" Jennifer said confused. "Have a nice day, Mrs. McFly," said one of the cops as they walked out the door.

After the officers left, Jennifer began to look around. As Jennifer looked at the window, there was a picture in a nice garden.

'Broadcasting beautiful views 24 hours a day: You're tuned to the Scenery Channel,' announced a computerized voice from the window.

'I'm in the future,' said Jennifer, with a sigh.

Then Jennifer spots some pictures, and decides to look at them. Her future self and Marty were at the top of the stairs at, what looked like a casino - with only Marty's mother standing next to them. They were wearing tee-shirts with stains on them and ripped jeans. There were also slot machines standing behind them, then Jennifer noticed a familiar logo at the top of the picture.

'I get married at Biff's Pleasure Paradise Casino?' Jennifer asked, horrified.

'Mom, Mom, is that you?' called a girl's voice.

'I've gotta get out of here,' muttered Jennifer.

Jennifer goes to the front door, and looks for a doorknob - but there isn't one. Then the doorbell rings.

'Mom?' called the same voice.

Jennifer decides to hide in a closet. She notices that the girl looks like a female version of Marty. Jennifer was somewhat disappointed that her daughter didn't look more like her.

'Mom! Mom! Is that you?' called the girl.

Then she opened the door and squealed, 'Grandma Lorraine!'

'Sweetheart!' called out Lorraine.

Jennifer heard the two kiss.

Lorraine tugs at the screen.

"Look, this window's still broken," said Lorraine.

"The repairman came to fix it and he called Daddy a chicken, then Daddy kicked him out," explained Marlene.

"Your father always had the biggest problem with being called a chicken," said Lorraine. "Thirty years ago, he wanted to prove he wasn't chicken and got himself in an automobile accident."

"You mean with the Rolls Royce?" said Marlene.

"If he didn't get in that accident, he would never have broken his hand and he wouldn't have given up on his music," said Lorraine.

Jennifer is obviously not happy with how her future turned out. She sneaks out of the closet.

"And I think your mother only married your father because I'm rich and she felt sorry for him," continued Lorraine, as Jennifer sneaked down the hall. Marty Junior casually walked passed her, barely noticing her.

"Hey Mom," said Marty Jr.

Marty Junior goes into the living room and turns on the TV.

"Okay, I want channels 52, 63, 87, 209, 46, and the Weather Channel," said Marty Jr.

All six channels appear on the screen. It's amazing how someone can watch six shows at once.

"Welcome home, Marty," said the computer voice. "Oh, master of the house, king of the castle, lord of the manor."

Jennifer has a 'you gotta be kidding me' type of look.