(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
MAN: (SINGING) Tell me, Doctor, where are we going this time?
Is this the '50s
Or 1999?
All I wanted to do
Was play my guitar and sing
So take me away, I don't mind
But you better promise me I'll be back in time
Gotta get back in time
I'll be back in time
Gotta get back in time
Greetings all.
Emmett L. Brown here.
Just preparing... (GROANS)
...to drive Clara and the boys to the airport.
Oh... (PANTING)
They're going to visit my great uncle Jonah.
To save extra baggage charges for me,
Clara promised to pack only
a single piece of luggage. (STRAINING)
(PANTING)
I neglected to give her a size and weight limit.
Oucha goucha magoucha...
Whew!
I need super powers to lift this.
Which, come to think of it,
I actually believed I possessed at one time...
Evildoers, beware!
Mega Muscleman is everywhere!
Yee-haw!
Nice swing, Jackson.
Looked like you were really flying!
Your turn, Verne.
That is, if you really wanna join
the Mega Muscleman fan club.
Gee, it's... It's pretty far.
Last month Mega Muscleman jumped over the Grand Canyon.
Yeah, but he has super powers!
JACKSON: As do all Mega Muscle maniacs.
Uh, I think I hear my mom callin'.
Be warned, Verne.
Tomorrow afternoon's your last chance to join up.
He's no Mega maniac.
He's a mega chicken!
BOYS: Bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk. Bawk, bawk, bawk.
MARTY: Doc, you sure these things will work?
Martin, these booster boots will aid you
in your yearning for more altitude.
(STAMMERING) Gee, all I really want is to be taller.
Simply adjust this setting for the desired height
and click your heels to activate.
(GROANING)
Doc, I don't want to play professional basketball.
(AIR WHOOSHING)
Oh, perfect!
Ah, now I won't have to stand on my tiptoes to kiss Jennifer.
It's no stinkin' fair!
Whoa!
What's the matter, Vernie?
Jackson says I gotta swing over Deadman's Swamp
before I can join his Mega Muscleman fan club.
Sounds like mega peer pressure to me.
Now, now, Vernie,
you don't have to do something... (WINDING DOWN)
...just because somebody tells you to.
Unless it's me!
Like when I told you this morning
to clean up the attic.
Don't pick on me.
You told Jules, too.
Yes, and I accomplished the task.
Just look at these antiquities I discovered.
Hey, this paper is dated February 15, 1952.
"Today's match: Emmett "Brain Buster" Brown versus Mad Maximus!"
Whoa!
You were a father, fighter?
Ah, a fighter, Father?
Great Scott, no!
I would never be associated
with something so primitive as boxing.
This was small town professional wrassling.
I'll bet Brain Buster Brown beat that other guy
with a scissors lock to the neck, right, Pop?
Actually, I never went through with the match.
Oh, if this was your costume, I can see why.
Pretty goofy.
Are you nutszoid?
This is cooler than Mega Muscleman's costume.
Ew, although, it smells worse.
I decided that small town professional wrassling wasn't for me.
Rather, I chose the life of a scientist.
You know, I need a new pair of pajamas.
All these need is a good wash.
With extra soap.
Too bad Pop didn't stick
to professional wrassling.
Yes, the bullies at school
would treat me with respect
if I were the son of Brain Buster Brown.
So, what are we waiting for?
(ENGINE REVVING)
ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to small town professional wrassling.
Today's title match pits braun versus brain.
In this corner,
reigning champion, Mad Maximus.
And in the other corner, the underweight challenger,
Brain Buster Brown,
who has yet to make an appearance.
Brain Buster must enter the ring
within ten minutes or forfeit the match.
Eh, let's check out the dressing room.
MANAGER: Brain Buster, if you don't show,
I'll bust more than your brain!
Gallopin' who?
Don't you dare hang up on...
(DIAL TONE HUMMING) Well...
Where's Brain Buster?
MANAGER: He's still at home.
That coward's afraid to go through with it
and I'm going to be out plenty of dough.
Perhaps we can convince Father...
Mr. Brown to wrassle.
No time.
In eight and a half minutes
he forfeits the match.
Too bad there's nobody that can put on the costume
and stall until the real
Brain Buster shows up.
Hmm...
How tall are you, son?
Uh, with or without my boots?
VERNE: Without!
We'll retrieve father.
Why, it's a perfect fit.
Eh, but... But Girl Scouts used
to beat me at arm wrestling.
Listen, you don't gotta win.
Just lose as slow as you can.
Now to test my battery-powered
battery recharger.
VERNE: Hey, Brain Buster.
Doop!
You can say that again.
Why aren't you wrassling?
Who's asking?
JULES: Um...
We're the sports reporters
for the elementary school newspaper,
and our readers want to know.
Come inside
and I'll show you the whole story.
(AIR WHOOSHING)
(CLANKING AND CRASHING)
With the aid of my projecto-recollector!
(WHIRRING)
Last Thursday I was down
at the Hoggly Woggly produce store
shopping for a potahto.
Shouldn't that be potato?
Spell it how you wish.
(MACHINE WHIRRING)
In any event,
only one potahto remained.
Sir, please unhand my potahto.
No way!
My grubby little hands saw it first!
There was a bit of a tussle, and I won.
Hey, you're good.
How would you like a career
as a small town professional wrassler?
Well, I... I'll call Rochester
and set up a challenge match with the champion,
Mad Maximus.
Go for it! You could be on TV!
Yes, yes, yes!
Oh... Very well.
So how come you're not at the arena?
DOC: Because I came to my senses.
I'm a scientist, not a wrassler.
Besides, small town professional wrassling
is dangerous.
You could get hurt!
(EXPLOSION)
But wrasslers wear twitchin' costumes!
You'd look even more cooler than Mega Muscleman,
bestest superhero in the universe!
DOC: Oh, hmm...
You have a point there.
Besides, your future offspring would be most impressed
by your status as a professional wrassler.
Oh, children aren't that silly and shallow.
Wanna bet?
Every kid in town wants to see you pin that guy
with a scissors lock to the neck.
But I'll never get to the arena on time.
You will with the aid of these booster boots.
Rocket propulsion footwear?
Uh, we got 'em
for sending in some cereal box-tops.
DOC: Ahhh!
JULES: Now to the arena.
Yeah, to see if Marty's been turned into a pretzel!
Not only am I going to lose the match,
I'm also going to lose my lunch!
(CROWD CHEERING)
Hey! This ain't nappy time!
Peanuts! Popcorn!
Soft drinks!
Junk you can throw in the ring when yelling, "Boo!"
One cherry cola, please.
Fresh out.
How about orange?
Oh, all right.
(SLURPING)
What, no cherry cola?
Put this on, quick-like.
(CHEERING)
Ladies and gentlemen,
the management is pleased to announce
that we once again have cherry cola!
(CROWD CHEERS)
Brain Buster!
Get out there.
(THUDDING)
Mega cool!
Father will be more famous than Hulk Hogan!
Watch out for his offense
and his defense!
MARTY: Yeah, otherwise he's a wimp!
Don't worry.
I'm one wrassler who uses his noggin!
(CROWD BOOING)
Brain Buster, speak to me.
Brain Buster?
I am Mega Brain Man!
ALL: Mega huh?
Yes, Mega Brain Man.
Friend to the friendless!
Champion of the championless!
Superhero to the superheroless!
Whatever.
As long as I get my ten percent.
(CRASHING)
Come on!
(CAR HONKING) Get outta the street, you nut!
I'm no nut...
I'm Mega Brain Man!
As you'll discover,
I'm faster than a speeding city bus!
Ha ha!
(CRASHING)
Nice move, mega brainless!
(LAUGHS)
Oh!
(GASPS)
Ha! Your weapons are of no use
against the mighty Mega Brain Man!
Beat it, will you, mister?
I'm going' for a record.
Well, one thing's for sure.
Mega Brain Man can leap over tall buildings with a single bound!
(CRASHING)
Mega Brain Man!
Whoa! Oh, nice form!
Ugh... You should see my backhand.
You better slow down, mega lame brain.
The name is Mega Brain Man,
young fella.
And I dare not slow down.
Hill Valley depends upon my ever-vigilant monitoring
to ensure that no crime occurs undetected.
Ah-ha!
Suspicious men removing large bags of money from the bank!
Yoicks and away!
Whoa, ha!
Looks like Doc just foreclosed
that guy's mortgage.
Get off! Get off of me!
Ha!
You can't escape from Mega Brain Man, you crook!
You idiot!
I'm the president of the bank!
That doesn't preclude you from also being a crook.
It also doesn't preclude me from callin' the cops!
JULES: We'll vouch for him, sir!
And who are you?
I am Jules,
Mega Brain Man's faithful butler
and protector of his secret identity.
I am Verne,
his ward and trusty sidekick.
And you?
I'm...
Jimmy Olsen.
Smile.
Carry on, my good man!
I'd like to thank you young whippersnappers
for your invaluable aid to this superhero.
I hate to say this, but
your pop's gone super loopy.
WOMAN: My car! That's my car!
There it goes! That's my car!
Hark! (ALL SHOUTING)
My super-sonic hearing detects an auto theft!
Booster boots on!
Yoicks and away!
The blue one, Ralph.
That's exactly the kind of car
I want for our anniversary!
Oh, I'd like a pair of those boots myself.
I liked father better as a scientist.
Yeah, he ain't much of a super hero.
Yeah, he's more like a super zero.
Halt, you nefarious nogoodnik!
(SCREECHING)
Ah, there go my booster boots.
And they still had plenty of tread!
(CRASHING)
Hey, what's going on?
Your days of auto-thievery are over!
Oh, you must have super strength.
No, my only powers are
a superior intellect and booster boots...
(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)
Which are now busted.
Then how are you holding up my car?
Gee, I don't...
Know!
ALL: Mega bummer!
(SCREAMING)
MARTY: Doc!
Well, what do we do?
I have an idea!
May I borrow your rod?
(SCREAMING)
Whoa, oh!
We landed a big one.
Well, don't throw me back.
Listen, Emmett...
You're not actually a super hero.
Yeah, you just got conked on the noggin.
Well!
I could expect such remarks from ordinary citizens
but not from my faithful butler,
trusty sidekick, and Jimmy Olsen.
If my booster boots weren't broken,
I'd fly off.
Yoicks and... Walk away!
We better stick close
and make sure Doc doesn't
yoicks and hurt himself.
Have no fear, Hill Valleyins,
Mega Brain Man is back on patrol,
searching out evildoers everywhere.
BETTY: Hey, Kenny, you got the dynamite all set?
You bet, Betty.
There's enough TNT in that skyscraper
to blow it off the face of the earth.
Thanks to my X-ray vision...
And this knothole in the fence...
I detect villains planning mass destruction.
No time to stop the perpetrators.
I must evacuate the building.
(PANTING)
Knock, knock, knock!
Any people or pets about?
Hmm...
Maybe, I'd better knock harder...
Knock, knock...
(EXPLOSION)
Knock.
Perhaps I knocked a bit too hard.
Pop!
Doop! Where am I?
Jumping jigowatts!
Mad Maximus must've thrown me out of the ring
and clear out of the arena!
Hey! (LAUGHING)
He's got his memory back!
JULES: Brain Buster!
It's time to finish the match!
Now the third little piggie built his house out of...
Wait a minute.
Greetings, all!
I'm back!
(CROWD BOOING)
MAN: You interrupted the best part!
What'd he build his house out of?
Calm down, everyone.
I'll finish right after the match.
Well,
it's a good thing you're back, Brain Buster.
I paid plenty for that costume.
(WHISTLING)
(GROANING)
(SCREAMING)
(SHOUTING)
Yoicks and a...
Bandage.
(CHEERING)
The winner and still champion,
Mad Maximus!
(CROWD CHEERING)
Brain Buster, are you... Are you all right?
Just call me Emmett.
I knew I should've stuck to science.
That's what I get
for knuckling under to pressure
instead of following my instincts.
Let's go, Verne.
It's your last chance if you wanna be a Mega Muscle maniac.
You're not chicken, are you?
Hey, I'm not knuckling' under to your pressure.
I'm following my 'stincts.
Then stand back and watch me,
you baby.
(SCREAMS)
(ALL LAUGHING) VERNE: I'll watchya!
This is Mega Muscleman saying,
"Yoiks and I'm outta here!"
Goodbye, Clara, Jules, Verne.
Are you wondering why I'm not accompanying my family on this journey?
Well, I'll you anyway.
I have some work to finish.
After which, I'll take the DeLorean
back in time to right about now and join them.
Plus I'll save on another airplane fare.
Which brings me to an interesting question.
Why can a multi-ton steel airplane fly but not a person?
Mega Brain Man excepted, of course.
Access video encyclopedia Section F for flight.
Airplanes fly because of the curved design of their wings.
Air flowing over the top of the wing
moves faster than the air under the wing.
This makes the air pressure under the wing
greater than that above.
Helicopters fly because of compressed air.
As the copter's rotors spin, they press air down.
The squashed air under the helicopter
forces the craft upwards.
To create your own helicopter
you'll need a piece of thin cardboard...
A file folder will do.
...a pencil, some tape and scissors.
Cut a strip of cardboard
about an inch and a half wide and eight inches long.
Because this involves scissors,
get an adult to help out.
Now, round off both ends of your cardboard strip.
Fold the strip in two,
being careful not to crease it,
and mark the center.
Pierce a hole with the scissors
and insert the pencil
into the center of your cardboard strip
and tape it securely.
You've made the helicopter rotors.
Cut two slits on each side
of your rotors near the center.
Bend the edges of the cardboard down.
These angled edges slow down the air,
creating higher pressure below the rotors than above,
which gives your helicopter lift.
Now hold the pencil in both hands
and spin it rapidly.
Your helicopter is airborne.
Well, more or less.
Speaking of air...
The air around me will soon fill with rain,
if I'm any judge of cumulonimbus clouds...
(LAUGHS) I believe in always being prepared.
Anyway, that little, uh, demonstration
should prove why flight by a human being is absolutely
impossible.
Unless, of course, he has some type of device
that will force air pressure under him.
(PLANE ROARING)
See you in the future!