Boy 1: How do you play this thing?
Marty: Let me show you kid.
Marty takes his hat off and throws it on top of the game.
Marty: I'm a crack shot at this.
Marty fires at the game and sure enough, he's a crack shot. The words "Crack Shot" appear on the screen.
Boy 1: (surprised) You mean you have to use your hands?
Boy 2: That's like a baby's toy!
They leave.
Marty: (puzzled) Baby's toy?
Unseen by Marty, MARTY JUNIOR walks along the sidewalk to the Cafe and can be seen from the window. He walks past Griff's car, which Biff is cleaning, and Griff notices him. Thinking "Wasn't he just inside?" Griff walks towards the door. Marty Junior enters.
Marty Junior: Pepsi perfect.
Marty: Damn!
Marty Junior: Pespi.
Marty hides behind the counter. Griff enters the Cafe. This time he's accompanied by his gang of 3 - DATA, who has face paints on, SPIKE, the female, and WHITEY.
Griff: Hey McFly, I thought I told you to stay in here.
Marty Junior: Griff, guys.
Marty Junior's auto-fit on his jacket is broken, so he pushes his jacket up his arm.
Marty Junior: How's it going?
Griff: McFly!
Marty Junior: Yeah?
During the following we see Marty crawling behind the counter.
Griff: McFly!
Marty Junior: What?
Cut back to Griff and Marty Junior.
Griff: Your shoes' unbelted.
Marty Junior looks. Griff pushes him and the gang laugh. Griff then pulls Marty Junior up.
Griff: So McFly, have you made a decision about tonight's opportunity?
Marty Junior: Um, yeah Griff, you know, I was thinking about it and I'm not sure it's a good idea because I just think it might just be a little bit dangerous.
Spike feels Marty Junior's face with her finger. Marty Junior groans a bit.
Spike: What's wrong McFly? You got no scrote?
She moves her hand so it digs into Marty Junior's "private area".
Marty Junior: Ooh!
He falls on the counter, and Griff's gang laugh. Marty is visible in this shot, although no-one sees him.
Marty: (horrified) He's a complete wimp!
Marty Junior gets up.
Griff: So what's it going to be McFly, are you in, or out?
Marty Junior: Um, I just, um, I'm not sure that I should, you know, because I think that I should discuss this with my father.
Griff/Data/Whitey/Spike: Your father?
Griff: Wrong answer McFly!
Griff throws Marty Junior over the counter.
Marty Junior: OK Griff, I'll do it, I'll do it buddy, whatever you say.
Marty Junior falls unconscious. Marty looks at his son.
Marty: Stay down and shut up!
Griff is being watched by everyone in the Cafe. He turns to the two cyclists, who have stopped.
Griff: Keep pedalling, you two!
Marty grabs his son's hat and puts it on. He then stands up and hops over the counter. Griff looks a bit surprised.
Griff: Now let's hear the right answer.
Marty pushes Griff.
Griff: Well! Since when did you become the physical type?