This is my first crossover involving two of my most favorite movies of all time, Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure and Back to the Future.

The idea here is that Marty has done something in the past/future to prevent Bill and Ted from ever meeting Rufus, traveling through time, acing their history report, and eventually becoming the greatest rockers of all time.

Enjoy! Any suggestions you have for how the story should continue or how I can improve would be appreciated.

Warning: I do not own either of these films. (Otherwise I would not be here telling you this).

Back to an Excellent Adventure

Ch. 1

"Hello San Dimas! I'm Ted 'Theodore' Logan, and this is my esteemed collegiate rocker, Bill S. Preston Esquee, and we are the Wyld-"

"Dude", Bill flicked the record button off and shook his head, "you said my name wrong again!"

Ted set his guitar down and looked inquisitively at the notes he had scribbled on his hand. He squinted, trying to make out the last part of Bill's name.

"But Dude, it says here 'Bill S. Preston Esquee', I thought that was like, how you wanted me to say it", he exclaimed in defense.

Bill sighed and sat down on a taped-together amp. "Ted, we cannot have a most triumphant band unless you learn how to do the intro to the video right."

There was a long pause as Ted continued to stare at the notes on his hand.

"But Bill, I thought that we could not have a most triumphant band until we got Eddie Van Halen to teach us some excellent guitar riffs. And we cannot have a most triumphant video until we have excellent guitar skills", Ted said- jerking his head up to look at the defeated Bill.

"Dude! Eddie Van Halen will most definitely not teach us any excellent guitar riffs until we have a triumphant video. That is why you need to spell my name right so we can-"

But before Bill had time to finish, there was a sudden deafening roar outside of the garage and the unmistakable sound of metal being scraped on cement. When the ruckus had stopped, the two band mates exchanged confused looks.

"Dude what was that?"

"I don't know dude, but it sounded beyond gnarly."

The two friends looked at each other, nodded in agreement, and lifted up the door to their garage hide-out. A thick screen of smoke had formed in the street, and they waved their arms around trying to see. It was eerily quiet except for the sound of whirring machinery. And then, there it was- in the middle of Bill's driveway was a white Delorean outfitted with some sort of strange sound system in the trunk and a young man wearing a red vest tinkering around in the front hood of the car. Bill and Ted stood gaping with their mouths open, not even able to breathe a 'dude' or a 'no way'. It was most certainly not the car that Bill's dad owned…or Missy, for that matter.

"Uh…hey", said the young man when he noticed them staring, "can you guys tell me what year it is and…uh, where exactly I am?"

Bill stepped forward, his mouth still agape. He cleared his throat, "You're in San Dimas, California dude! And it's 1989."

"1989? Whoa, heavy. This wasn't supposed to happen", said the young man in a worried tone. He turned his back to Bill and Ted and folded his arms across his vest. "I wasn't supposed to go back to the future."

Ted looked sideways and Bill and whispered, "What is this crazy dude talking about?

"I don't know", Bill whispered back, "but he's got a bodacious ride".

The young man turned back to the friends swiftly, and eyed them with a new found intensity.

"Wait a second, you guys couldn't be….oh, shit!" he blurted. He kicked the side of the Delorian and put his hands over his face. He took a minute, and then spoke again,

"Look, I know this is gonna sound completely and totally insane, but my name is Marty McFly and I think I've just seriously screwed up your futures."