Back to the Future

Tell me, Doctor, where are we going this time?

Is this the '50s

Or 1999?

All I wanted to do

Was play my guitar and sing

So take me away I don't mind

But you better promise me I'll be back in time

Gotta get back in time

I'll be back in time

Gotta get back in time

Focal range, 3.27 meters.

Commence transmission.

Dr. Emmett Brown here.

Today marks an important milestone in the history of my scientific endeavors.

After months of exhaustive research and experimentation, it can finally be revealed.

Prepare yourselves as you'll be the first to witness...

The first to witness...

I can't believe it.

I've completely forgotten what I was going to say...

Oh...

I've got it now.

I am about to reveal my findings in the area of...

My findings... Blast!

I've forgotten again.

I must be losing my mind.

Great Scott, it can't be, not my brain power.

This reminds me of a similar incident that occurred once before.

Only last time it all started on April Fools' Day,

as my sons Jules and Verne were preparing some holiday high jinks...

Salt in the sugar bowls.

Check.

Shower nozzle filled with chocolate sauce.

Check.

Banana peels in Father's auto-jog running shorts...

Check.

Cross wires on the environmental adjuster...

Check.

Add sparkling soda water and imitation flavoring to his patented brain wave analyzer.

Check-er-rooni.

Brother, inventory is now complete on our April Fools' Day shenanigans.

Greetings, youthful offspring!

Good morning, Father.

Ah! Nothing like a nice cup of coffee in the morning.

But first, my pre-breakfast exercise.

I'll just slip Into my auto-jog running shorts.

Ahh, and I do mean slip...

Perhaps today a gentle trot...

I said trot, not stampede!

What a development!

Gee, Pop, I wonder what went wrong?

To the contrary, for the first time these things no longer chafe!

And they used to always give me an aluminum-melvin.

Emmett, what happened to our shower?

I look like a hot fudge sundae!

Only sweeter.

Mmm, actually, my skin feels so soft.

It's like a combination shower

and moisturizing cream dispenser.

Some parents just don't appreciate quality juvenile mischievousness.

Come along, boys, or you'll be late for school.

I hope Vice Principal Strickland likes my worm-loaded apples.

Oh, Emmett, your new invention is such a wonderful surprise.

Funny, I don't recall conceiving

an apparatus involving plumbing and chocolate sauce.

Perhaps my brain-wave analyzer will help me locate the missing idea.

Hey, check it out, Doc!

The biggest concert of all time.

That would be Woodstock.

August 15th through 17th, 1969.

500,000 attended at Yasgur's farm.

Oh. Okay, the biggest concert in Hill Valley.

Here's your tickets, and remember, Doc,

you promised to design some great special effects.

Not now, Marty.

I'm attempting to ferret out an absent concept.

Great Scott!

Ah, what's up, Doc?

Marty, the normal human uses merely 3% to 5% of his or her brain power.

Yeah, well, face it. You're not exactly normal.

No offense.

Thank you. According to my calculations,

the amplitude of electrostatic diodes counterbalanced with a

modulation of binary cathodes is equal in frequency imagery to its own friction weight!

This should graphically demonstrate, after a lifetime of science...

The amount of reserve brain power left in my noodle.

Jumpin' gigawatts,

I've used up 99.99% of my brain power!

I possibly have one or two more ideas left,

then it's no more cerebral facilities!

Zero! Zippo! Zilch! Nada!

Pfft!

Ah, mega brain-drain.

My only hope is to stop all thought process immediately!

I must give up science.

Doc, if you give up science, that means no more time travel,

no more adventures... Wait a second!

No special effects show for my concert!

Now that is a bummer.

Marty, it is imperative that we discontinue all conversation immediately.

Accidentally registering the slightest input could possibly wipe away

my few remaining brain cells.

You mean, like if I was to ask, what's two plus two?

Ahhh!

I must inform Clara!

I'm sure she already knows the answer is four.

Hey, check it out.

"Lightning, thunder, fog."

I don't know what this is but it's exactly what I need for my concert.

Clara!

Something catastrophic has occurred!

You're telling me.

The kids finished off the orange juice.

How would you like your eggs? Fried or hard-boiled?

No, no, mustn't think, can't use up my last remaining cells.

Poached is good.

Clara, you don't understand.

My brain, it's shot, done for, completely scrambled!

Well, scrambled's nice.

Clara, listen to me,

I'm retiring from science!

Oh, honey, April Fools' to you, too!

Coffee or tea?

Oh!

Dirk, you've got to do something with your life!

I won't just stand here and watch you throw it away!

These TV shows are so unrealistic.

Emmett, you've got to do something with your life

I won't just stand here and watch you throw it away.

If you can't invent anymore, do something else.

Without my intellect, I'm nothing.

Fiddlesticks,

there are plenty of jobs which don't require brains.

Clara, I refuse to go into politics!

That does it, I'm fetching Marty.

Maybe he can talk some sense into you before you destroy the whole house.

She's right.

Not only am I useless,

I'm becoming a hazard to my family!

I must go my own way before someone I love gets hurt.

Other than myself that is.

"In this state of mind, or lack of it,

"I feel I am a burden to you and the boys.

"Good-bye, Clara.

"Obtusely yours, Emmett."

Marty, this is terrible.

No kidding.

Look at that penmanship.

And he spelled boys, B-O-Y-Z.

Whoa. This is serious.

Don't think.

Don't think. Mustn't think.

Mustn't think.

Avoid thinking.

Mustn't think.

How could this catastrophe have happened to me,

Emmett L. Brown?

Twice-voted Hill Valley High's

"Most likely to violate the laws of Newtonian physics?"

What a conundrum.

I had no idea that having too many ideas could lead to having no ideas.

Ahhh!

Employment office?

That's it!

I shall bury my troubles in menial labor!

Now, let me get straight, Mrs. Brown.

You say Doc Brown has run away from home

because he's used up all of his brain?

Yes, well, not quite all of it.

He still has... How much?

Ah, a tenth of a percent...

Give or take a little.

That's right, Officer.

That's a good one!

Doc Brown without a brain!

April Fools'!

Well, I never!

I don't think they believed us.

Don't worry, Clara. Doc's gotta be out there somewhere.

And we're gonna find him.

I could while away the hours conferrin' with the flowers

Consultin' with the rain

And my head I'd be a scratchin'

While my thoughts busy hatchin' if I only had a brain

If I only had a brain

Baa baa baa baa baa

Thank you.

All you gotta do is take the orders and make the pizza.

Now, I'm takin' my break at the video arcade so you're in charge.

And don't mess up.

Affirmative, boss.

Okay, here's what I need.

One super-large, deluxe, gigantor pizza

with extra mozzarella cheese on two slices,

another slice with half mushrooms and half olives...

Oh, that means cutting the mushrooms and olives in half, mind you.