Futurama

Back To The Futurama, part 6
By ELF

Chapter 6

May 18, 1991

Fry was in the basement of his old house, trying to play the guitar, but he had those “stupid fingers.” He kept practicing, but he only knew the C cord.

“Ugh! I can’t do this! But I want me and Christa to hit it off,” he said. Footsteps were heard coming down the stairs. Yancy came down, and he saw his younger brother older than him.

“Uh…Phil?” asked Yancy.

Fry turned around. He was in deep trouble. “What do you want?”

Yancy started laughing. “I can’t believe this. You know all about my future. Tell me, Phil, what happens to me?”

Fry shrugged.

“You-you must know. What, do you get frozen or something?”

“How’d you know?”

“This is amazing. There are so many questions I have about my future. What happ—”

Fry bashed his guitar on Yancy’s head to get him to shut up, but knocked him out…and broke his guitar.

“Aw, nuts,” said Fry. “Now what?” He felt around in his pocket and found a CD of his favorite songs. Fry grinned stupidly.

Later that night, the DeLorean was ready. Everything was fixed up nicely, gasoline now in the compartment. The only thing left was to wait for the storm. Winds started to pick up outside the abandoned warehouse.

“C’mon,” said Leela. “We’ve gotta get this thing to where the storm hits. (looks around) Where’s Fry?”

At the High School, the freshmen and sophomores were having a good time. Fry was getting nervous. He didn’t know if his plan would work, but he would try it.

Meanwhile outside, Christa and Phil were at the door, until Sully was there, blocking it.

“Well, well, well. You’re looking hot, Christa,” said Sully. “Outta the way, Fry. Me an’ Christa are going to da dance and you can’t do anything.”

“Sully, I’m not your girl,” said Christa. “Let go of me!” She tried pushing him off, but he pushed her down.

Fry started pushing Sully, with him throwing Phil onto the ground.

“Phil!” screamed Christa.

Phil got up. “I…have…the POWER!!” he screamed. He raised his fist and hit Sully hard in the face, knocking him out. Everyone outside came to see what happened.

“Oh my God! Phil knocked out Sully!”

“My hero,” said a girl who went to the dance alone. Phil turned around, and it was Michelle, the girl Fry was talking about.

“Sorry, Christa. I’m through with you,” said Phil, kissing Christa, and going to the dance with Michelle.

A few minutes later…

“And now,” said Christa, with tears in her eyes, “for our final act for tonight, here’s Alex McFly!” There were a few cheers and some applause. Fry went out there in an “ALF” t-shirt and baggy jeans.

“Uh, thanks,” said Fry. “Okay, let’s rock!” He put his CD into his boom box and turned up the volume.

A rock opening started playing. Everyone started dancing.

Fry started singing “1985” by Bowling for Soup. People were getting used to the weird music, but they loved it.

Meanwhile, Leela and Bender were outside, looking for Fry.

“Where the hell is he!?” whispered Leela.

“Making a complete ass of himself,” said Bender, looking inside the gym door window. Leela looked, too. Fry was dancing away like a drunk MC Hammer. When the song ended, Fry was too stupid to stop dancing. All the boys and girls were staring at him.

“Uh…older me?” whispered Phil. Fry stopped, looking at the crowd. His face glowed a bright crimson from the embarrassment. He ran off stage and he headed for the door where his friends were.

“Hey,” said Phil, coming up to Fry. “That was…weird music. Anyway, thanks for saving me. And I broke up with Christa and asked Michelle to be my next date, and she said yes. She actually said she likes me a lot.”

“Sure,” said Fry. “See ya.” He headed out the door. “Oh, one more thing. When you’re 23, go for that job at Pannuci’s Pizza. It’ll change your life for the better.”

The time was 7:34. Winds were blowing fast, and rain started coming down. Everything was set. The dance at the school was let out early so everyone could get home safely. The DeLorean was ready.

Fry, Leela, and Bender got to the tall bell tower at the old schoolhouse, and Andy was waiting.

“Where were you?” asked Andy.

“At my high school dance!” said Fry. “Everything is going to be o—”

CRASH!! A tree branch snapped off a near-by tree and landed on Andy.

The three of them knew how to get back home…but the only one who could drive a car with wheels was Fry.

“I can do this…I hope,” said Fry. “See ya, Andy.” They got into the car and waited for the storm to pick up.

“Here’s hoping to go to the 31^st century,” said Leela. A huge spark of lightning flashed over the schoolhouse.

“Let’s go!” said Fry. He started the car, backed up, and hit the gas pedal. The speedometer hit 50…60…65…60…70…80…82…85…88…89—

ZZAAPPPPP!! A big flash of lightning hit the wire that connected the tower to a tree on the other side of the road. The time circuits were set to when they left.

FLASH! The car disappeared. All that remained were flames from where the tires were.

Andy said with one last breath before dying “I’ll get you, you stupid robot.”

“Uh, hey Doc, you better back up. There isn’t enough road to get up to 88,” said Marty McFly, on the movie screen.

“Roads? Where we’re going, we don’t need…roads,” said Doc. The DeLorean on went up in the air, turning into a hover car and flying off into the air, and into the next adventure.

The movie had ended and applause filled the air.

“Thank you, thank you!” said Spielberg. “I’m a star again!”

Meanwhile, back at the Planet Express, the professor was mad. The DeLorean came back covered in ice and graffiti.

“Whoo! That was fun! Let’s do that again!” said Fry.

“NOOO!!” screamed Leela and Bender.

“Aww! We missed the movie!” whined Fry. “Oh well. The next one will be here in four years.”

“Where’d you guys go?” asked Amy, coming back with a “I Love BTTF” shirt on.

“1991,” said Fry. “I guess nothing changed since we left. Hey…why’s Zoidberg wearing rich people’s clothes?”

Zoidberg was wearing a monocle, a half-eaten top hat, and carrying lotsa cash.

“Whatever,” said Bender. “It was kinda fun going in a time machine.”

The professor wasn’t as mad anymore. “Would you like to go again…into your future?”

“No way!” said Leela. “After this, I never wanna get into another time machine again!”

“An everything is coming up Zoidberg!” said Zoidberg.

Zoidberg came in, crying.

“What’s wrong?” asked Leela.

“And why do you smell like garbage?” asked Amy.

“I’m broke!” cried Zoidberg. “I spent everything on fabrage eggs…by EATING THEM!!” Zoidberg was wailing into his old doctor clothes, and everything, at that moment, went right back to normal.

The End…or is it?? Yeah, it is.

Copyright time!! (Hooray!)

Futurama; 1999-2003…no wait…coming soon, 2008, owned by Twentieth Century Fox Television, er, Comedy Central (coming soon), All Rights Reserved.

Back to the Future Trilogy; 1985, 1989, 1990, 2002, owned by Universal/MCA Entertainment, All Rights Reserved.

I-am-E.L.F; 1991-2006, owned by me, no rights reserved (except my name.)