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...
Staggering along the sidewalk with a bottle of Chardonnay in hand, her makeup running after an hour of sobbing, Emma returned home to her mansion with the hope of forgetting one disaster of an evening. Her date stood her up, leaving her to sit alone at Rocky's Pizzeria, downing one glass after another.
The second she walked through the front door, she was welcomed by an overenergetic Lewis. "Hey, Mom! Hey, Mom! Hey, Mom!" he yelled, rapidly jumping up and down like he was on a sugar rush. "Can Marty, Phineas, and Ferb stay here? Like forever?"
Emma could barely focus on him. "Lewis...honey...I've had a really rough night. Can't this wait 'til morning?" She slithered out of her fur coat, letting it drop into a fuzzy heap on the floor. She noticed Marty, Phineas, and Ferb standing not too far behind Lewis, reminded of the babysitters she hired for the night. "Oh, right...um...here ya go." She reached into her purse and handed a twenty-dollar bill over to Marty. "Thank you for your service."
Marty looked at the crisp twenty-dollar bill, which she would've imagined to be a pretty sizable reward for babysitting in 1985. But that was beside the reason she, Phineas, and Ferb were there. "Doc, listen," she began to tell the wavering Emma, only to stop and see how much of a mess she was. "What the hell happened to you anyway? You got back a whole lot earlier than you said you would."
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"Honey, do yourself a favor," Emma hiccupped. "Never go into dating."
Going off that morose advice, Marty had a good idea what happened to Emma.
"Hey, Mom," Lewis once again beckoned. "Marty, Phineas, and Ferb told me the gnarliest thing: they're from the future!"
"Oh, Lewis..." Emma groaned. "They were just having a little fun with you."
"It's true, Doc," Marty spoke up, catching Emma off guard as her bloodshot eyes leered questionably towards the teenage redhead. "We came here in a time machine that you invented. And now, we need your help to get back to the year 2025."
Emma continued staring at Marty for a long minute...and then she rushed over to the nearest trashcan, vomiting into it. It wasn't exactly the reaction neither Marty nor the boys expected. Soon after all the contents within her stomach were regurgitated into the trashcan, Emma cleaned the puke off her lips and told Marty, "Get your crazy ass off my property right now."
"Doc, I'm telling you the truth!" Marty snapped. "You're the only one who knows how your time machine works!"
"I never..." Emma stopped for a brief second to hurl, thinking she had more to barf out. Luckily, it was just a false alarm. "I never invented any time machine, kid! Now, kindly leave before I..."
Without warning, Marty shoved her smartphone in Emma's face.
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