The Adventures of Stevo-Chapter 5-Los Angeles,1962
*fly buzzes over nose*
WHACK!
"Ow! Wha-" Stevo woke himself up from his sleep and began to turn sideways on the bench he was sleeping on when he saw that he wasn't in Hill Valley anymore. Sitting beside a bus stop sign on a corner in a 50's-styled cul-de-sac, not only he was in a white STP-patterned shirt, light faded jeans, and classic Converse shoes, he started to get sweaty from the excessive summer heat beaming down on the neighborhood. He noticed that his suitcase wasn't with him. Instead, lay a note. He picked it up and read:
Hey Stevo, if you're wondering why your suitcase isn't with you at this time, its because that the time you're currently in doesn't seem necessary to have one. So, until on a later mission, I have it in my possession. And here's the time list: 1935, 1952, 1955, 1962, 1966, 1990, 2006, 2007, 2009, 2013, 2013, 2013. -The Figure
*CLANG* The sound of a metal baseball bat and some yelling kids broke the silence of the place. Stevo looked in the distance to see a baseball game going on. In curiosity, he decided to join the fun.
After walking across the street, he continued to walk by when he heard another clang of a bat, but this time, be ignored it. Unknown to him for a moment, the ball was coming straight towards him.
"Watch out!" yelled the chubby catcher at home plate. Stevo turned and looked to see the ball going right at him from above. So, he simply stuck his right arm out upward, and caught it. He pulled his arm back and looked at the ball, then at the boys.
"Woah." Some of the boys stood in surprise to see such a sudden move.
"I believe this is yours!" Stevo yelled and threw the ball back at the short kid at center outfield, then continued walking. The pitcher had something on his mind all of a sudden.
"Time out, guys!" the pitcher yelled out and ran through the field towards Stevo.
"Hey you!" he called out and stopped in front of him.
"What do you want?"
"That catch you've just pulled off, none of us, not even I, could do that. So, would you like to join our team?"
"Hm..." Stevo thought for a bit. "Well, I might be a little old to be on your team, but since it's baseball, eh, why not?" the pitcher smiled by the acceptance.
"Great! C'mon, I'd like you to meet you to my team." Stevo followed the pitcher as he called everyone to pitcher's base.
"Everyone, meet our newest player to join our team, uh..."
"It's Steven" he mentioned.
"Steven. Steven, meet the rest, I'm Benny, that's Scotty, Ham, Squints, Yeah-Yeah, Kenny, Bert, and Tommy & Timmy." As their names were called, they each spit once on the grass.