Here we go.
Well, looks like we're one short on the cupcakes.
That's the chance you take when you drop in unannounced.
Hey!
ALF, we're one short because you had yours already.
Oh!
And I dropped in unannounced
because I have some incredibly exciting news
I wanna share with those I love most..
...and those I can barely tolerate.
Willie, I think she means us.
Whizzer has asked me to marry him.
Oh! Ho-ho, mom!
That's fantastic! We're gonna have a Grandpa Whizzer.
(Willie) Congratulations, Dorothy.
I'm so excited for you.
Ah! Oh, you're excited?
I am really excited.
You're probably too excited to eat.
Now you just gotta have the wedding here.
Oh, Kate, I was hoping you would say that.
Here? In my house?
Yes, here, in our house.
Now Willie and I were married in my mother's house
and she is going to be married here.
It's a tradition.
Traditions are like plates.
They're made to be broken.
We are having the wedding here.
When's it gonna be?
We thought sometime next month.
What day? I might not be available.
You won't. You'll be in the garage that day.
I think you know why.
I know, I know. Tradition.
[theme music]
[music continues]
[instrumental music]
Yes, I'd like the number for Sir Tux Formal Wear.
You know, I think it's nice that grandma's getting
married here instead of in some big old hall.
Maybe you'd like to have your wedding here.
Mom, don't even joke about something like that.
Uh, yes, this is Willie Tanner.
I'd like to reserve a tux for Saturday, please.
Oh, I think you've got my measurements on file.
I was in there in 1967.
Oh, right.
Well, add two inches to the waist
and lose the bell-bottoms.
Hey, good water, Kate.
Pick up some more of these tomorrow, will you?
ALF, that water was supposed to be for the wedding guests.
Well, I only drank three of these.
I was trying to get rid of my hiccups.
What hiccups?
[hiccup]
Those hiccups.
That is the strangest hiccup I've ever heard.
Well, here's another one.
[hiccup]
Oh, no!
Oh..
[hiccup]
...yes.
You're the first humans
who've ever heard the dreaded Melmacian hiccups.
Well, uh, what is it that makes them so dreaded
besides that irritating metallic echo?
That irritating metallic echo
gets louder and louder. Day by day.
Week by week. Year by..
[hiccup]
...year.
How many years are we talking about?
I'm not sure.
[hiccup]
My Uncle Tinkle had them for 50 years.
Tinkle?
Good idea.
[instrumental music]
What's he doing?
He's still sitting in the closet
breathing into a paper bag.
Well, it must be working. He hasn't hiccupped in..
[ALF hiccupping]
...fifty two seconds.
Okay, okay, we've tried sugar.
We've tried honey. We've tried lemon juice.
We've tried half a turkey.
You gave him our turkey?
He said it was a bold experiment.
Well, I hardly got any sleep last night.
I slept like a baby.
A baby trapped inside a percolator.
I guess you don't want any coffee then.
I'll take mine black.
You're too young.
I feel old.
[ALF hiccupping]
Well, that sure didn't work.
[sighs] ALF, I am sorry that you're going through this
but I do hope that your hiccups will be gone
before the wedding tomorrow.
[hiccup]
ALF, why don't you try holding your breath again?
That should work.
Okay.
[inhales deeply]
[thwacking]
[gasping]
[hiccup]
[knock on door]
(Trevor) 'Hey Tanners, are you in there?'
ALF, it's Trevor. Uh, take your hiccups
and get out of here.
Fine, if he complains about the turkey bones in his yard
play dumb.
Is everyone decent?
If not, I won't stay too long.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't know you were saying grace.
We're finished.
Amen.
What's up, Trevor?
Ah, it's Raquel.
She said a weird noise kept her up all night.
I couldn't hear anything from my bedroom.
Weird noise?
Yeah. Kind of a metallic..
[imitating ALF's hiccup]
...sound.
At first I thought it was my pet
Bollock insisting choking on a rat.
[ALF hiccupping]
It's coming from here.
Oh, that noise.
That's our garbage disposal spinning the fritz.
Ah! That's why
you've been throwing turkey bones on my lawn.
I'm sorry, Trevor.
Someone...I-I'll clean that up right away.
Ah, that's okay.
Good fertilizer.
Well, hate to eat and run.
But Raquel has breakfast ready.
Religious kid you got there.
Brian.
Amen.
I better go check on ALF.
[ALF hiccups]
[shatters]
What is that?
Hey, Willie.
I discovered something.
What?
I'm Ella Fitzgerald.
[hiccup]
[shatters]
[instrumental music]
Oh, hi, ALF. How's it goin'?
[hiccup]
About the same, huh?
What are you looking for?
My Melmacian medical encyclopedia.
I might have a cure for the hiccups.
- 'Mmm.' - 'Oh.'
- Here, hold this, Willie. - What is it?
[pops]
Well, that's just nuclear waste from my spaceship.
[gasps]
Well, hey, don't worry.
Life on this planet will exist
as long as that little lid doesn't pop off.
[gasps] Oh, wait. These are my crayons.
ALF, what-what does this encyclopedia look like?
Well, I don't remember. I only used it once.
When I was mauled by a gnarf.
A gnarf?
Don't laugh. It was a pit gnarf.
Uh, could this be it?
Oh, yeah, that's it.
"The Furry Home Companion."
Well, isn't that a little bit thin for an encyclopedia?
Our bodies aren't that complicated.
[hiccup]
We have ten major organs.
Eight of which are stomachs.
I would have guessed all ten.
Let's see here.
"Stomach aches, stomach flu
stomach transplants."
Here we are. "Hiccups."
[mumbling]
Hey, hey, all I have to do is drink a glass of cat juice.
No problem.
Cat juice?
What is cat juice?
Well, it's just like orange juice
but instead of squeezing the juice out of an orange
just squeeze the juice out of a--
Uh, I don't wanna hear it.
Then cover your ears.
Cat!
I heard it.
You were warned.
[hiccup]
Look, there's got to be another cure.
There is, but you don't wanna hear it.
It's disgusting.
[instrumental music]
Hi, Kate.
[Lucky purrs]
Hi, juicy. Uh, Lucky.
Anything you do to this cat, I will do to you.
Oh, Lucky.
Mwah!
Kate?
Later.
[ALF hiccupping]
Hi, ALF. Hi, hon.
Hi, sweetheart.
Oh, sure, you'll kiss him, but not me.
Don't ask. Did you find a place to have the wedding?
Oh, no, all the churches are booked.
All-all except the Malibu Nudist Chapel.
My mother is not getting married in a nudist colony.
Well, if she does, I'm not going.
I have this tattoo I'd rather not explain.
ALF, we told you.
Wherever they get married, you're not going.
But who's gonna sing "Sunrise Sunset?"
Whizzer.
Whizzer? What kind of name is that?
Well, what kind of name is Uncle Tinkle?
You win.
[hiccup]
If those hiccups get any louder, there may not be a wedding.
[hiccup]
[shatters]
Or a house.
[ALF hiccupping]
Wow, you could even hear him in the basement.
[ALF hiccupping]
With the door closed.
[ALF hiccupping]
And the mattress over his head.
And cotton in our ears.
[doorbell rings]
Oh, my gosh. It's my mother and Whizzer.
Oh, he'll hear the hiccups.
He'll find out about ALF.
He will call the marriage off.
My mother will be mad at me
for the rest of my life.
Or maybe they won't care.
- Oh, hi. - Hi, sweetheart.
Hi, mom. Hi, Whizzer. Come on in.
Don't mind if we do.
That is, if you don't mind if we do.
Oh, no.
Hey, Whizzer, nervous about tomorrow?
How could I be nervous? I'm too excited about my bachelor party.
Well, you know, angel, I gotta run.
If you come in late for a stag film, you can't follow the plot.
After the movie, I suppose you're gonna have
a girl jump out of a cake.
No, we're not gonna waste money on a cake.
We're just getting a stripper.
Very frugal.
I know, I think it's Trixie something.
You wanna come, Willie?
Oh, uh..
Not if there's not gonna be cake.
Smart move.
- Just show up tomorrow. - You too.
Bye, everybody.
(Kate) 'Bye, bye. Oh!'
[ALF hiccupping]
What is that?
Mom, it-it's ALF. He has the hiccups.
Aww, that's too bad.
We have tried every hiccup cure known to man
and half a turkey.
Nothing has worked.
[ALF hiccupping]
Poor little guy.
He may do that tomorrow at the ceremony, Dorothy.
Shoot him.
Mom!
Well, if he pulls that during "Sunrise Sunset--"
Well, now just-just-just take it easy, mom.
We're still, we're looking for a cure.
Other than cat juice.
Cat juice?
That's the cure for hiccups on Melmac.
No, we're not mashing a cat just to cure ALF's hiccups.
How about just for a cheap thrill?
[hiccup]
Thanks a lot, you hiccupping hair ball from hell.
Oh, yeah? Yeah, well, you're a wiener.
[hiccup]
What...mom that was a little rough.
I mean, it's not ALF's fault that he has the hiccups.
Yeah, don't forget who brought you and Whizzer
together in the first place.
You did, you did ALF and I'm sorry.
If it weren't for me, you'd be spending tomorrow alone.
Watching reruns of "Bonanza".
You're probably right. Again, I apologize.
The high point of your entire evening
would be catching a glimpse of Michael Landon's chest hair.
I said I was sorry!
There's no talking to her.
ALF, would you excuse us, please?
We wanna talk about you for a moment.
Well, I'm flattered.
But don't let the wiener bad-mouth me.
Wiener!
Well..
...desperate times call for desperate measures.
We make some cat juice.
We are not juicing a cat.
Not in my blender, anyway.
Well, what if we use that blender your sister sent us?
- Willie! - I-I'm sorry!
Kate, I was just trying to help.
Well, I don't mean a real cat.
We just mix up a batch of goop and we tell ALF it's cat juice.
That's a great idea.
- Kate, what do you say? - Well, alright.
But we are using the blender my sister sent us!
[hiccup]
Wow, listen to that reverb.
ALF.
We...have a surprise for you.
Dorothy exploded?
No.
ALF.
We decided that your health is more important than a, a cat.
So this...is, uh, freshly squeezed..
Cat juice.
- Really? - Yeah.
Enjoy.
Well, where's the little umbrella?
Just drink it.
Okay.
Alas, poor Lucky, I liked him as a cat.
I love him as a cocktail.
[hiccup]
Uh, it's not Lucky. It's a..
...it's a stray.
Well, it's not a road kill, is it?
No!
Good, 'cause I have my standards.
Is it kosher?
Just drink it.
Alright.
[slurping]
[shrieks]
[gasping]
[burps]
Well, at least it wasn't a hiccup.
But...are you, are you cured?
I don't know.
But I'll tell you one thing.
I've got to get to the bathroom.
As they say, you don't buy cat juice you rent it.
[instrumental music]
Say something, Brian.
Like what?
I don't know. Anything.
Hi, I'm Ted Koppel.
And this...is "Nightline".
Oh, I forgot to ask. How-how was your bachelor party?
Oh, the usual.
By the way, could you do me a favor?
Would you be my best man?
Oh, what happened to Garland?
Oh, he's gone to a better place.
- What? - Yeah.
He went home with the stripper.
[gasps] Oh!
[instrumental "Wedding March"]
Hiya, gorgeous.
I thought Garland was gonna be your best man.
Oh, he's in a better place now.
- Another stripper, huh? - Yeah.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today
in the presence of God
to unite these two in holy matrimony.
[ALF sobbing]
[clears throat]
Who gives this woman to this man?
I do.
[sobs]
Dorothy Halligan..
[ALF sobbing]
...d-do you take this man
Whizzer Deaver to be your..
[ALF blows nose]
Your first husband did pass away, right?
I'll just see what that is and eliminate it.
Sorry.
Oh-oh.
Oh, I'll be right back.
[panting]
Hi, Willie. Que pasa?
What do you think you're doing?
Speaking Spanish.
You know what I mean.
What were you doing in there?
I'm sorry.
I really wanted to go to the wedding.
The minister said that he'd wait until we get back.
Well, then let's go.
ALF, we've told you hundreds of times.
If somebody sees you, they could turn you in.
Is that what you want?
No, I want cake.
And I wanna be a part of the family.
You are a part of the family, ALF.
Look, the only reason mom and dad put you in the garage
is because they don't want anyone to find out about you.
They care about you.
I mean, why else would they have made that fake cat juice?
Fake cat juice?
I'm sorry.
Fake cat juice?
You thought you could fool me, huh?
We did fool you.
[hiccup]
[ALF hiccupping]
What was that?
That's your cue, Whizzer. Start singing.
We'll be right back.
[indistinct chatter]
Hit it.
[piano playing]
¶ Is this the little girl I carried ¶
¶ Is this the little boy at play ¶
Where is he?
[hiccup]
Right here at the epicenter.
A white dress?
Who do you think you're kidding?
Willie, Willie, we've gotta do something.
They can hear ALF in the house
and they don't like it.
[hiccup]
Listen, ALF, yesterday you said there was a second cure
for Melmacian hiccups. Now what is it?
I'm telling you it's really disgusting.
- Tell us what it is! - Fine.
The other cure is...eating raw spinach.
Raw spinach?
Don't even say it. I'm going to..
- Mmm. - Lynnie, quick!
Get some spinach. Make sure it's good and raw.
Right.
But spinach is so gross!
[hiccup]
On-on Melmac, Popeye is considered a geek.
[sighs] Okay, ALF, forget the spinach.
We'll go to plan B.
What's plan B?
It involves gunfire.
Yeah. Uh, alright, alright!
I'll eat the darn spinach.
[hiccup]
I-I mean, it's good for you, right?
Uh, it's got iron and calcium
and grains of sand.
Why are you inching towards the door?
I'm not inching towards the door.
(Willie) I beg to differ with you.
You are inching towards the door.
Nay, sir, you are in error.
[hiccup]
Here's the spinach.
Eeeeh!
See, uh, now I'm inching away from the door.
I'm sort of shuffling, just gliding.
- What's going on in there? - It's chaos.
The best man just showed up with a woman wearing leopard pants.
Eat your spinach!
[gulps]
Well, at least there's a bug on it.
Bye, uh, Trixie, was it? Yes.
Garland, have a nice time in Tijuana.
Oh, guys! Have a good time on your honeymoon.
I always do.
[laughing]
Isn't he terrible?
Listen, if you ever find the wedding cake
save us a piece.
Wasn't that the-the strangest thing?
The whole cake just disappearing like that?
[ALF burps]
(ALF) 'Pardon me.'
Now, mommy, if you have any questions on your honeymoon
or if you just wanna talk, you be sure to call me, okay?
[laughing]
So long, Dottiekins.
- Oh. - Oh, hey, don't!
ALF, you're supposed to take the rice
out of the box before you throw it.
Well, next you're gonna tell me I'm not supposed to tie a cat
to the back of the car.
- Lynn, go cut Lucky loose. - Right away.
[theme music]
[hiccup]
[instrumental music]