The story of "Back to the Future" retold...with a Disney twist! Small-town Californian teen Martha "Marty" McFly discovers that her best friends Phineas and Ferb have worked with Dr. Emma "Doc" Brown to create another time machine - this one out of...
Marty's hands trembled while they gripped her smartphone. It was tricky operating the device with the bulbous orange gloves of the yellow radiation suit provided by Doc, who wore a white one of the same make. Phineas and Ferb wore their own suits; Marty still couldn't believe they were involved in this. Then again, they were pretty much acquainted with the use of radioactive chemical elements. Candace would be doing backflips once she saw all of this on the recordings.
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Hearing only her heavy, unsteady breaths beneath the hood of her suit, Marty kept her camera phone focused on Doc as she opened the container full of plutonium, removing a 4-inch clear cylinder with a plutonium rod within. Marty zoomed in to show that the rod was surrounded by water. Doc then stepped over to the rear of the DeLorean and placed the plutonium cylinder into the loading hopper. The rod dropped down into the reactor with a sharp, muffled suction noise.
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Once the element was loaded, Doc sealed the chamber shut and removed her hood. "That's it," she approved. "Everything is lead-lined, so we're safe." Marty took this as her cue to stop filming and remove her hood.
"Ahh, nothing's more gratifying than loading plutonium into a time machine," Phineas articulated, though Marty (whose forehead was drenched with sweat) didn't share his sentiment. "I can't wait to return to the future. Who knows if everything's even still the same as it was the last time we were there?"
"Back to the future, eh?" Marty snickered. "How far you fellas going this time?"
"Well, we went 20 years last time," Phineas reflected. "So, 30 years sounds like a nice round number this time."
"It'll be my first trip," Doc elaborated as she loaded some luggage into the frontside trunk. "I've always dreamt of seeing the future – looking beyond my years, observing the progress of mankind. It's almost like cheating death."
"Sounds heavy," Marty said. "Look me up when you guys get there. I should be 47 by that time."
