Doris looked dubiously over at Floyd, who

Doris looked dubiously over at Floyd, who was out on the dance floor. "And this...one," he panted, "is called...the flying kielbasa..." His noticeably sweaty armpits looked like

twin maps of Bulgaria, but that's not what drew Doris to him. As Floyd threw himself into the dance, flinging sauerkraut into the eyes of onlookers & muttering Polish obscenities,

he found the experience strangely overwhelming. The amount of different emotions that this dug up and enlightened in his brain made him feel faint. "Dance is such a powerful thing"

, he yelled at the top of his lungs with much excitement. It's amazing how one song has the power to instantly make you feel so happy. He always believed in Rock'n'Roll.

His name was Huey Lewis. Power to the "Rocking you."

"How are you?", Huey Lewis asked the audience. They applauded. They only sang what the audience wanted to hear, which enabled them to continue their career at a time when rock and

roll had been briefly upstaged by chip monks singing disco. But Huey wanted to skip the whole disco era and after the concert asked Doc Brown whether he could borrow his DeLorean.

"I already have a DeLorean. Why would I want to borrow yours", asked Doc Brown. Huey couldn't think of a good answer to that and conceded the point him. Huey threw a chip monk at h

place. Huey was the killer! Doc Brown danced a triumphant jig, forgetting he was tottering on the clock tower, holding the plug to his lightning generator. There goes Marty's ride.