Aug. 04, 2021 | 09:09pm

Back to the future!

Look, you gotta listen to me. Save the clock tower. Calvin. This is more serious than I thought. Apparently your mother is amorously infatuated with you instead of your father.

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Look, you gotta listen to me. Save the clock tower. Calvin. This is more serious than I thought. Apparently your mother is amorously infatuated with you instead of your father. This is it. This is the answer. It says here that a bolt of lightning is gonna strike the clock tower precisely at 10:04 p.m. next Saturday night. If we could somehow harness this bolt of lightning, channel it into the flux capacitor, it just might work. Next Saturday night, we're sending you back to the future.

Save the clock tower, save the clock tower. Mayor Wilson is sponsoring an initiative to replace that clock. Thirty years ago, lightning struck that clock tower and the clock hasn't run since. We at the Hill Valley Preservation Society think it should be preserved exactly the way it is as part of our history and heritage. That's right, twenty five years into the future. I've always dreamed 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. Nothing. That's good advice, Marty. Uh, yeah.

Don't say a word. You cost three-hundred buck damage to my car, you son-of-a-bitch. And I'm gonna take it out of your ass. Hold him. Doc. Who are you calling spook, pecker-wood. What a nightmare.