- Ah! Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah! - Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, ah!
See? Everything worked out.
Aww, I wanna be a letter!
Huh?
Ugh. Careful, Stuart.
Some of that actually got in your mouth.
Hey. Mind your business.
Howdy, partners!
What do y'all think of my new look?
Always wanted to be a cowboy.
Nice hat.
Oh! Look at him walk into his seat.
Poor McFly. He thinks it's Halloween.
No! I bet he's auditioning to be a rodeo clown.
It doesn't even fit his giant head!
- Oh... - Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.
Leave the guy alone, you poor excuse for jello!
Ooh!
Huh?
You and me, after school, at the playground. 3:00 p.m.
We fighting.
Can't wait.
Oh...
What was I thinking standing up for McFly?
Stuart's gonna beat me into a pulp, roast me over a campfire,
and turn me into a tasty snack with crispy skin...
- Ooh... - ...and a gooey delicious center.
That means you're gonna be a delicious dead man!
Which means I gotta start writing your eulogy.
I'd like to take a moment and talk about my best friend, James.
Why not take me?
Ah. Good morning, pupils.
As I've always wanted to be a clock,
today I'll be playing one all over town!
It is now four hours until three o'clock!
Four hours until Stuart beats me up?
Why do bullies make you wait?
If Stuart would just beat me up now,
I'd be home from the hospital in time for dinner.
But instead, he insists on scheduling a beat-up time
that causes the beat-up-ee, aka me,
a whole day of major anticipation-filled stress!
You're stressed?
I can't stop picturing my best friend as a delicious after-school snack!
Waiting for a bully is like waiting to get a shot at the doctor's.
The anticipation hurts more than the injection!
Uh,
and Stuart won't even give you a lollipop when it's over!
It's so unfair!
If only you could put that strength towards my protection.
You'd be the perfect backup for this fight.
Uh, what strength?
- Hey! Locker abusers! - Huh?
Dr. Squats? Echo?
Come here.
Thanks for lending me your beefy tree trunks.
Oh. It's just nice for them to be noticed.
'Sup?
Echo! What was that?
Oh, I couldn't find a nutcracker and thought Squats' thighs
would do the job.
I was right.
You've had body-swapping technology this whole time?
You had walnuts this whole time?
Body-swapping's average tech in the future.
Nothing to write home about.
Max! Do you know what this means?
We can finally swap bodies with our parents?
And show them what an electric current feels like
pulsing through one's writhing experimental body.
No.
Oh!
We can put Echo's fearlessness into your powerful croc body,
so I have the perfect backup to go against Stuart,
and I don't have to stress!
Hey! Don't touch my stuff!
Wow! I didn't know my own strength!
It's not your strength, it's Max's.
Mine now. Here, have a swan.
James. It's happened.
I've achieved what we both have dreamed about all our lives!
I have hair!
I can finally try all the hairstyles on my vision board.
To the salon!
Oh. It's also now 230 minutes to three o'clock!
Come on, door masher. No more waiting.
We're gonna challenge Stuart right now!
Nah, I'm good.
I'll buy ya lunch.
Okay.
Hmm. Ooh!
Oh, Stuart!
Me and my backup are ready for you right now!
Hmm. What backup?
This is amazing!
Wait.
Why am I using my hands?
Uh, forget I said anything.
Still on for the playground at 3:00 p.m.?
Ooh, yeah. Did I say 3:00?
It's actually, uh, Wedgie Wednesday, so I got a lot of people to pull up.
So, uh, gonna have to reschedule you for, uh, 4:00.
4:00?
Don't even think about not showin' up.
I know where you live.
Uh... I don’t really, but, but I can look it up!
Oh, I guess I gotta learn how to read a map now.
What are you doing?
You were supposed to be my backup!
Now I've got 260 minutes of pre-fight stress!
Wait! If I can swallow trays of food,
I'm gonna make every all-you-can-eat place in town regret they ever opened.
Wait! You're my backup!
Oh, I'm a dead man.
No wait, I can still do this.
All I have to do is find Max, who has Echo's tech.
Then I can switch myself into his body.
Max! Max? Oh, where is he?
In here, James!
Max?
'Yello.
What-what-what-what-what happened? Why are you McFly?
Do you know how expensive a hair salon is?
I saw the bill.
Hmm.
And I bolted out of Echo's body really fast!
Anyways, now I'm McFly.
And where's McFly?
In Echo's body.
No! No, no, no, no, no! Max!
Hmm?
I need Echo's body to use her tech to give myself your body,
so I won't spend the next two hours freaking out about fighting Stuart!
Hold on.
As McFly, I can use my teacher strength.
That will be detention for you, Stuart.
Also, give me apples.
Stuart isn't afraid of McFly.
But if I can find McFly, I can switch myself into Echo's body.
Then I'll have Echo's tech and Birdie as my backup!
Okay. Well, if you need me, I'll be at the wig store buying a toupee.
Now where would I be if I were a half-man half-fly
who's regretting his purchase of Western apparel?
Well, that's convenient.
Um...
I-I would like to return this hat.
Yes, ma'am. No problem, ma'am. Just keep that Birdie concealed.
Well, that was certainly easier than normal.
Seems strange that you respect a little girl more than a fly,
but I'll take it.
Hmm.
A respected guy like me needs a cowboy hat!
So you do want the hat?
You will respect my choices!
Yes, ma'am! Of course, ma'am.
Oh, my. I feel so alive.
This...
This must be what it's like to be respected.
Bing. Bong. It's three hours until four o'clock!
And I'm really enjoying my new hobby of voicing every clock in town. Yes!
Yes!
Oh, hey, Mr. McFly.
Sorry about the mix-up. I'll just be switching us and--
Switch? Ha-ha! Not on your life!
I have just tasted the sweet nectar of respect.
And I want another swig.
Wait!
Mr. McFly!
- Huah! Mr. McFly, plea-- - Not now, James!
It is time to strut.
Unh. Uh-huh.
- Oh. Uh-huh. - Ah!
Pedestrian respect.
Mr. McFly!
Ooh. Uh-huh.
There it is. Mm-hmm.
Oh! Some great news! It is now two hours until four o'clock.
Mm-hmm.
- Please. Mr. McFly. - Mm-hmm.
Just let me borrow the tech for like an hour and then you can have it back!
- Uh-huh.
Bam. Wah. Pow. Hoo! Board game respect.
Ah!
Yay!
Bing. Bong. Bing bong. Bing bong. Yeah.
It's 30 minutes until four o'clock!
Oh. Uh, uh-huh.
Fine, Mr. McFly! Enjoy your hat!
I'll just be here anxiously counting down the minutes
until Stuart beats me up.
What? You're getting bullied by Stuart too, partner?
Were you not in your own class? I stood up for you!
Oh. McFly. McFly, what have you become?
Has this great girl power changed me?
Made me lose sight of the respect
that a common boy deserves?
Hey! Enough self-reflection!
I'm about to die because of you!
So I need you to take your newfound swagger
and be my backup, so I can stop stressing!
Hmm.
As Loudspeaker as my witness,
I will honor your pathetic squeamishness,
of which I played a tiny role in, and be your backup.
But first, you'll need to look more intimidating for the disrespect-or.
I'm not sure I can wear this in public, Mr. McFly.
You own it, James. He will respect it.
- Hmm.
The time is now 4:00 p.m. Bong! Bong!
Time for whatever event everyone's talking about,
but won't fill me in on,
which I should probably be concerned about.
But yeah, yeah, who cares? I'm a clock!
Hey! That's a good look for me.
Huh? Ugh.
That's right, Stuart.
Old James made it to four o'clock without dying of a panic attack.
Bet you weren't expecting that, huh?
Bet you thought I would crack under the pressure of time,
didn't you?
But now I'm here and the tables have turned.
Huh?
- Ah! - Not the face!
Oh heck yeah, you're here! Oh, and you brought Echo.
Uh, she's the worst!
Great thinkin'. The more backup we have, the better.
Wait, what? The more backup we have?
What? Oh, I thought we were gonna fight you!
Why would you think that?
You're a bully!
That's fair. But no,
I got myself into a bit of a pickle with some scary kids
who wanted to fight me this afternoon.
Oh, I was so stressed out about it.
But then I saw you stand up for Mr. McFly and I thought,
"Huh, that's a good guy who could have my back too."
That is insane!
Wait a minute. Who are you scared of?
Ah! Them!
4:00 p.m., Stuart. Time to pay up for those cookies you stole.
It said free samples. Ah.
That's who you're scared of?
- Yeah!
Tarnation!
I'm out.
Ah! Please! I'm not his backup!
Hey!
Oh, what happened?
Troop girls.
Ugh.
Huh. Surprised there isn't more blood.
You know, today was a lot of fun.
What if the four of us teamed up for more adventures?
Oh. Uh, sorry, Mr. McFly,
but we're kind of a trio type deal.
But if one of us dies, you're the first person I'll call.
- Hey!
Yay! My body!
My hat.
Oh-oh! My hat! It fits!
Wait, you had hat-growing technology this whole time?
Of course.
Respect! Huh. A respected cowboy needs backup.
Ayee! Come on, partner!
No! Aww.
Well, I guess I should probably learn some kind of lesson
about not judging books by their cover,
or not to anticipate the worst, but--
Ah! Good evening. Good evening.
There are now 20 hours and three minutes
left under James's detention.
Detention?
For fighting! See you in 20 hours and two minutes! Tick, tock.
Yeah. You'll see me in detention.
Hey!
You will respect my choices!