Phone Me Back

“Get in the car,” he said...

“But Marty, we don’t have a car. It’s 1372. We travelled back to medieval times!”

“1372! But all these dudes were dancing to Golden Years. I just thought I’d stumbled into a fake Medieval Banquet. How can we to get back to the future?”

“I’m not sure yet. If we had time we could hear that knight’s tale and ask him what the story is with the modern music, but we must hurry!”

“I’ve got my mobile phone here. Maybe that can help.”

“Marty, it’s 1372. Who ya gonna call?”

Suddenly, they stopped dead, as the sound of music drifted through the castle.

“That’s electric guitar music,” shouted Marty.

“Come on, Doc. We have to find that music. There’s somebody else here from the future. Maybe they can help us return.”

“Okay, Marty. But it won’t be easy to make 1.21 gigawats from a guitar, you know. 1.21 gigawats! 1.21 gigawats! That’s a lot of power, Marty.

But the boy was already sprinting in the direction of the guitar sounds. Sliding round a dusty corner, he saw two 20th Century dudes slinging guitars, arguing as they played.

“We aren’t supposed to be here, Ted. This is the 14th century, not the 15th century!”

“Dude, we’re here now. They must have Princesses here, Bill. Let’s just get two and head back home. This adventure was supposed to be excellent, but it sucks. I mean, Napoleon wasn’t there because they’d sent him to some weird island already and So-crates couldn’t understand a word we said. And Genghis Khan just wanted to chop my head off!”

“Okay, that’s all true, but Joan of Arc wanted to come with us.”

“Man, she was only eighteen! We’re both 25, dude. She’s way too young!”

Marty stood open mouthed. It was Bill and Ted!

“Hey! Bill. Ted. I need your help.”

The guitars fell silent. The two men looked at each other then smiled, before turning to Marty!

“Dude! You’re that guy with the car!”

“Yea. I am. Except I don’t have a car. “

Doc, panting, stumbled round the corner, just in time for Marty to make reference to him.

“Doc, here, messed up the co-ordinates and when we landed outside the castle the car smashed into a wall before sinking in the moat. Now we’re stuck here watching endless jousting scenes! Over and over and over…”

“Dude, you can jump in our phone box. We can take you back to 1989. You’ll have to make your own way home from there.”

Doc became agitated. Apoplectic, almost.

“A phone box! We won’t all squeeze in!”

They laughed.

“Dude, we can get nine people in here! Jump in.”

Doc and Marty had no choice.

They stepped inside the unlikely time capsule.

Doc shook his head in disbelief.

“Who the hell came up with the idea of a time travelling phone box? It’s implausible.”

Marty smiled.

“Doc, we came in a DeLorean. The car they couldn’t sell. Let’s enjoy the ride.”