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

Salutations, Science Fans. Emmett L. Brown here,

checking the fit of my latest invention.

I call it the ELB Pediatric Policer.

It operates on the same principal as a lie detector, measuring sudden changes

in blood pressure, skin temperature, pulse rate.

When a child knows he or she is doing something wrong,

or makes an obviously bogus statement while wearing it, it sets off the Policer

light and alarm.

Stealing cookies is naughty behavior.

Stealing cookies is naughty behavior.

I will present this at the annual convention

of the home inventors and mad geniuses.

That reminds me,

Verne had quite an experience

regarding one of his show-and-tell projects.

Whoa!

Huh? Clarabelle, what...

What'd I...

An intruder!

Jumping Gigawatts! Verne!

Young man,

haven't I told you before

that the DeLorean is

not to be taken without permission?

I don't know. I wasn't listening.

Besides, I need something mega-cool for show-and-tell.

Well, perhaps I might be able to locate an item

of appropriate mega-coolness.

Aha!

An ancient arrowhead.

Awesome! Give me!

Thanks, Pop!

But how am I going to pay for my lunch?

If you got no teeth, Mikey, how are you gonna eat lunch?

Good point.

If I had another quarter, I could get a donut with sprinkles.

Not so fast, Brown. Empty your pockets.

Hey, Tannen, you know I don't carry lunch money.

Mom always packs these full-course food pellets.

I just add water.

Hey, turkey!

So I'm a turkey, am I? Let's just see what else you're carryin'.

Wow! A arrowhead!

Hey, doofus. That's mine for show-and-tell.

Tough noogies, Brown!

Mr. Tannen,

that wonderful arrowhead presentation

will raise your history grade to a D-plus.

All right! My top score!

As for you, Verne Brown, either you provide an item

for tomorrow's show-and-tell,

or you must play Prince Charming

in the drama club's presentation of Sleeping Beauty.

Ugh! That means I'd have to kiss Beatrice Spaulding!

I'd rather be dead as a dinosaur

than kiss Beatrice Spaulding.

Hey! Instant brainstorm!

Thanks for loaning me the car, Doc. I'll be back in a flash.

Success!

Uh, Vernie, you sure this won't get you into trouble?

Pop said I can't take the car. He didn't say anything about you.

Let's see, how many zeros in one zillion B.C.?

Hey, hey! You're scratching the stainless steel!

Polly want a bent beak?

Hurry, Marty! Let's go!

Whoa!

Hey, Verne, what'd you do to make that dino so mad?

Just took this egg.

Do you think maybe she was planning to scramble it for breakfast?

You little bonehead, that's one of her kids!

Ha. I'll bring it back tomorrow!

When that geekzoid, Biff Jr. sees this, his buzz cut'll grow a foot!

Brother!

Were you using my microscope to crack walnuts again?

You're the one that's cracked!

Well, I'm telling Mother!

Oh, man!

Jules isn't the only one who's cracked!

Mega-weird! I'm a mommy!

Vernie, I said virtually!

And now, back to the future.

Hey, fella, you're kind of cute.

In a baby Godzilla sort of way.

Vernie.

Uh-oh, you gotta hide.

I thought you might like your after-school snack in your room.

Uh, no, thanks, Ma.

It's your favorite, honey.

Sugar frosted nut and sweet raisin apple treat mix.

Uh, just set it down. I'm busy doing homework.

Instead of playing outside? Are you sick?

No, I just want to make you and Pop super proud.

Oh, Vernie, we are super proud of you.

But you should work with the lamp on.

Shoot, another burnt out light bulb.

And that chain is so slippery.

My, you certainly did gobble that up.

Oh, I declare, Verne, sometimes you're as hungry as a horse!

Or a dinosaur.

Here, Einie, let's play fetch!

You almost got me into mondo-trouble.

Hey! Careful up there! Don't you know how dangerous that is?

No wonder all you guys are extinct.

Splendid catch, Ein... Yowzer!

Holy bovine!

Oh, Franny, Franny, Franny...

I knew it.

Jules likes Franny Philips!

Verne, are you responsible for this juvenile Apatosaurus?

Don't change the subject.

Admit it.

You like Franny Philips

Poppycock. You wish.

But I know it's true.

Jules!

It's Father.

Jules, you gotta help me

or I'm taking a one-way trip to Restriction City!

I'll help, as long as you never mention Franny Philips again!

Jules, what's wrong with Einie?

He acts like he's seen a ghost

or a monster or an alien.

Uh, no, Pop. We're just playing Martians at the Beach.

Yes, our friend Elroy has painted himself green.

He's the Martian.

While I don't approve of the notion that life exists on Mars,

I suppose there's no harm in a little childish fun.

You three carry on while I take Einie to the vet.

Nice to meet you, Elroy.

And take care of that nasty chest cold.

Now, sibling, explain this dinosaur.

Well, I needed somethin' for show-and-tell...

I suggest that you neither show nor tell anyone!

Rather, we must return him to his own time post-haste.

Aw, can't I keep him? He's real fun.

Mother and Father would surely find out.

Grown-ups are easy to fool.

Hey, let's give him a name.

Bootsy? Puddin'? Sox?

Gag me.

I meant something twitchin' like Butch or Killer.

How about Tiny?

Cute, yet ironic.

Obviously Earth's present day atmospheric conditions are affecting

his growth rate.

Hey, Tiny, how about a scissors lock to the tail?

Yee-haw! Ride 'em, cowboy!

Apparently he knows the counter move to your scissors lock.

Hey, where'd he go?

Bad news, indeed.

You mean, good news! Less veggies for us to eat.

Gracious! The gophers must be huge this year.

Yeah, and green.