Back to the Future Page #5
when this was all farmland as far as the eye could see. Old man Peabody,
owned all of this.
He had this crazy idea about breeding pine trees.
Marty:
This is uh, this is heavy duty, Doc, this is great. Uh, does itrun on regular unleaded
gasoline?
Doc:
Unfortunately no, it requires something with a little more kick,plutonium.
Marty:
Uh, plutonium, wait a minute, are you telling me that thissucker's nuclear?
Doc:
Hey, hey, keep rolling, keep rolling there. No, no, no, no, thissucker's electrical. But I
need a nuclear reaction to generate the one point twenty-one gigawatts
of electricity that I need.
Marty:
Doc, you don't just walk into a store and ask for plutonium. Didyou rip this off?
Doc:
Of course, from a group of Libyan Nationalists. They wanted me tobuild them a bomb, so
I took their plutonium and in turn gave them a shiny bomb case full of
used pinball machine
parts.
Marty:
Jesus.Doc:
Let's get you into a radiation suit, we must prepare to reload.Doc:
Safe now, everything's let lined. Don't you lose those tapes now,we'll need a record.
Wup, wup, I almost forgot my luggage. Who knows if they've got cotton
underwear in the
future. I'm allergic to all synthetics.
Marty:
The future, it's where you're going?Doc:
That's right, twenty five years into the future. I've alwaysdreamed on seeing the future,
looking beyond my years, seeing the progress of mankind. I'll also be
able to see who wins the
next twenty-five world series.
Marty:
Uh, Doc.Doc:
Huh?Marty:
Uh, look me up when you get there.Doc:
Indeed I will, roll em. I, Doctor Emmett Brown, am about to embarkon an historic journey.
What have I been thinking of, I almost forgot to bring some extra
plutonium. How did I ever
expect to get back, one pallet one trip I must be out of my mind. What
is it Einy? Oh my god,
they found me, I don't know how but they found me. Run for it, Marty.
Marty:
Who, who?Doc:
Who do you think, the Libyans.Marty:
Holy sh*t.Marty:
Doc, wait. No, bastards.Libyan:
Go. Go.Marty:
C'mon, more, dammit. Jeez. Holy sh*t. Let's see if you bastardscan do ninety.
Marty:
Ahh. Ahh.Mother:
Pa, what is it? What is it, Pa?Father:
Looks like a airplane, without wings.Son:
That ain't no airplane, look.Mother & Father: Ahh.
Father:
Children.Marty:
Listen, woh. Hello, uh excuse me. Sorry about your barn.Son:
It's already mutated intro human form, shoot it.Father:
Take that you mutated son-of-a-b*tch. My pine, why you. Youspace bastard, you killed
a pine.
Marty:
Alright, alright, okay McFly, get a grip on yourself. It's all adream. Just a very intense
dream. Woh, hey, listen, you gotta help me.
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