Doc: Y'know Marty, in a way it's fitting that you and I are here to witness this.
Marty: Too bad I didn't bring my camera.
There is a flash of light, and we see the PHOTOGRAPHER taking pictures of people beside the clock. Marty and Doc look at each other. Cut to in front of the clock a few seconds later.
Photographer: Ready, gentlemen?
Doc: (to Marty) The only problem is we'll never be able to show it to anybody.
Marty: Smile, Doc.
The picture is taken. We cut to the dance. There is a band there, who have a surprising resemblance to ZZTop! :-)
Band Member: Yee Har!
Music: Doubleback (Instrumental Version) by ZZTop
As the music begins, Doc and Marty again step back into the background of the festival.
Doc: What great music!
Marty: Yeah, it's got a beat and you can dance to it!
In the background the COLT GUN SALESMAN can be seen.
Colt Gun Salesman: Step right up, gentlemen, and test your mettle with the latest products from Colonel Samuel Colt's patent firearms of Hartford, Connecticut. Take this model for example.
As Marty turns to watch the gun demonstration, Doc wonders off.
Colt Gun Salesman: (continued) The new, improved and refined Colt Peacemaker. Available to you tonight for the low, low price of $12.
Doc spots Clara and smiles at her. She walks over to him.
Doc: Good evening.
Clara: Evening.
Doc: You look very - nice.
Clara: Thank you.
Doc looks at the festival for a few moments - he's very nervous - before turning back to Clara.
Doc: Would you like...uh...would you care to, uh...
Clara: I'd love to.
Doc and Clara start to dance. Cut to Marty, still watching the demonstration. The Colt Gun Salesman turns to Marty.
Colt Gun Salesman: Young man, want to give it a try?
Marty: No, no, thanks.
Marty turns to where Doc was standing earlier.
Marty: Hey Doc, this...
Of course, he notices Doc isn't there. He looks for his friend and spots him on the dance floor with Clara.
Colt Gun Salesman: (to Marty) Son! Sonny boy!
Oblivious to the Colt Gun Salesman, Marty carries on watching the dance.
Marty: The Doc can dance?!
Colt Gun Salesman: Son! Son! Son!
The Colt Gun Salesman nudges Marty's shoulder with the gun, and Marty turns around.
Colt Gun Salesman: Hey! I just told you that even a baby can handle this weapon. Surely you're not afraid to try something that a baby can do.
Marty: Hey, I'm not afraid of anything.
Colt Gun Salesman: Well then, step right up like a man.
He hands Marty a gun. Marty stands in front of an Old West Diorama - this is where he must shoot. It looks very similar to the Wild Gunman game Marty played (will play?) in the Cafe 80's in 2015.
Colt Gun Salesman: Now, what you do is just ease that hammer back there and squeeze off a round.
Marty points it to the diorama but shaking his head, the Colt Gun Salesman guides Marty's hand into position.
Colt Gun Salesman: No, no, no, right on out there and be real smooth. That's how you do it.
Marty shoots - and misses. Big time. The Colt Gun Salesman starts laughing.
Marty: Hey listen, can I try that again?
Colt Gun Salesman: Sure, go ahead.
The Colt Gun Salesman laughs again. Marty aims the gun, shoots - and hits a direct shot. He repeats this again a few more times. Everyone is amazed.
Colt Gun Salesman: Hey, just tell me one thing. Where'd you learn to shoot like that?
Marty: (seriously) 7 Eleven.
Cut to the entrance of the festival. Buford Tannen and his gang arrive on their horses.