This is pretty hefty punishment
for breaking one measly chimney.
Hey, ALF. Watch this.
Interesting.
(Brian) 'It's a dog.'
I could see that, but it wrecked your stick trick.
What was supposed to happen?
That was it. That's how you play fetch.
Fascinating game.
Right up there with watching golf.
You wanna throw one?
Alright. What harm could it do?
[glass shattering]
[gasps]
- Hi. - Hi.
Uh, what are the chances that the crash I just heard
was the Ochmoneks breaking their own window?
Slim and none. And slim is out of town.
Where did this dog come from?
She followed me home from school.
(Trevor) 'Hey, Tanner!'
ALF, you-you better hide whilst I, once again, take the blame
for something you did.
Thanks, Willie. You're a prince.
I'm a king.
Good afternoon, guys.
Uh, does this look familiar to anyone?
Oh, gee, I'm-I'm sorry, Trevor.
B-Brian and I were..
...uh, we were just, sort of...play..
- It's twenty dollars, right? - Eighty.
Eighty dollars?
Yeah, I'm putting in Plexiglas this time.
It'll be cheaper for you in the long run.
- Good planning. - Thanks.
- 'Well, I'll see ya.' - 'So long, Trevor.'
- Uh, she sure is a pretty dog. - Can we keep her?
Yeah, Willie. Can we, huh?
No. I-I-I don't know.
I-I'm sure she's got an owner somewhere.
Can't we just keep her until we find the owner?
Well, I-I guess so, as long, as long as it's okay with your mom.
Oh, goody, goody, goody, goody, goody!
I didn't know you liked dogs.
What's not to like?
They are loyal, obedient. They hate cats.
[growling]
And those who eat them.
Down, boy. Down.
[theme music]
[no audio]
Hi, there.
Gordon Shumway. Nice to meet you.
Interested in a new Buick?
Nice try.
Wait a minute. One of these steaks is missing.
- ALF! - No, no. I didn't. Honest.
I looked, but I didn't touch.
Well, you did so touch!
Alright, I touched, but I didn't eat.
And I'm supposed to believe one of these steaks
just got up and walked away on it's own?
I've seen stranger.
That's it, ALF. No dinner for you tonight.
But I'm starved! I've been fasting since lunch.
Well, I did eat that pumpkin.
Anyone lose a steak?
[coughing]
O-o-okay, ALF. I'm sorry I accused you.
Apology accepted.
I'd hate to be in your paws, you cattle rustler!
Bad dog!
Oh, I didn't mean it.
No, she didn't mean it.
- Oh. - Here.
You're a good dog, aren't you?
Yes, you are.
Come on, pup. Come on.
[imitating Lynn] You're a good dog. Yes, you are.
This is an outrage!
That dog should be flogged on the quarterdeck.
Whatever that means.
Oh, ALF, she's just a dog. She doesn't know any better.
Ignorance is no excuse.
Ignorance is your excuse all the time.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Okay, watch this.
Speak.
[laughing]
Okay. Okay. Sit.
Oh.
That is so cute!
Talk about stupid pet tricks.
Letterman would have a field day with this one.
Well, I put up a bunch of those dumb posters.
I still hope nobody claims Alfina.
- Alfina? - Oh!
Don't you just hate that name?
What a good girl!
Canine kiss up.
I still think we should offer a reward
to anyone who claims that dog.
You don't offer a reward when you find a dog.
You offer a reward when you lose a dog.
Okay, I'll give you five bucks to lose Alfina.
- ALF! - Kidding!
I'm a funny alien.
[sarcastic laugh]
[doorbell dings]
I know the routine.
Exit stage right.
- Where is he? - Where's who?
My dog. That's who.
You found him, didn't you?
Well, yes, we did.
I mean, that is to say we found a dog.
He's mine. Where is he?
It's not a he. She's a she.
I knew that. Is that her?
- Don't you recognize her? - Of course, I do.
Come here, dog!
[growling]
She doesn't seem to be responding to you.
We had a fight! She'll get over it.
Uh, do you suppose
and, uh, mind you, this is just a thought..
...that you might be mistaken about this being your dog?
I lost a dog. You found a dog.
Can we do business or not?
I think not.
Here's my address and telephone number
in case you change your mind.
Okay.
Have a nice day!
I'm glad you're not her dog.
Yeah. Me too.
Could I take Alfina for a walk?
Sure, honey.
Watchout for that dragon lady.
Come on, Alfina.
Isn't that a picture. A boy and his dog.
And the alien he left behind.
[dramatic music]
[ALF whining]
[whining]
ALF..
...why did you do that?
Well, I could have licked your hand
but I didn't think either of us would enjoy that.
Well, you're right. I much prefer a blow to the head.
As you wish, master.
Thank you. Thank you.
I'll read that when I get up..
...in three hours.
What are you two doing?
ALF thinks he's a dog.
Apparently, dogs can't tell time.
Actually, we can, but we have so few appointments
why bother?
ALF, you're not a dog.
Well, I wish I were a dog.
Dogs get treated better than aliens around here.
That's because dogs behave better than aliens around here.
I'll change. You'll see.
I'll-I'll heal. I'll fetch. I'll play dead.
Could we discuss this in the morning?
But I am great at playing dead.
I was Camille in my high school play.
I feel weak.
[coughs]
Is nothing sacred? Out of my bed!
You come in here, stick your big snout into everything.
Take over the house, eat all the food.
That's my job.
How would you feel about relocating?
[growls]
I'll take that as a yes.
- Tomatoes? - Uh, over here.
Thank you. Oregano?
- Where you left it. - Thank you.
- Oh. Whipped cream? - Coming at you.
[yawns]
Morning!
- Oh, morning, ALF. - I smell food.
And lots of it.
What's cooking?
Oh, your all-time favorite Sunday breakfast.
Cats Benedict?
No. French toast, Jell-O and spaghetti.
[sniffs]
Ah, Christmas came early this year.
Well, actually, we-we felt like we kinda owed you an apology.
Well, I agree. What for?
Well, for neglecting you
and spending all our time with Alfina.
Speaking of Alfina, where is she?
Yeah, you know, she always comes
running when there's food cooking.
Yeah. ALF, you haven't seen her, have you?
Check, please.
What have you done?
Oh, sure. Just assume that I gave Alfina away.
You gave away Alfina?
[doorbell dings]
Saved by the bell.
You stay right where you are, mister.
This doesn't have the feel of your typical happy ending.
Hi, can I help you?
I came to get my dog.
Oh, okay, come on in.
This is her. This is my dog, Francesca.
Can I have her back, please?
- Sure. - Oh, uh, no, wait.
Um, before we give her to you
we have to make sure she is your dog.
Oh, she's my dog, alright.
She's brown and white and shaggy, and she does tricks.
- What kind of tricks? - The wrong tricks.
Like, when I tell her to sit up and beg
she rolls over and plays dead.
That's her, alright.
My dad taught her that. He has a weird sense of humor.
I can't find Alfina anywhere.
Who's Alfina?
Oh, we have a little problem.
- Uh.. - Hannah.
Hannah.
I'm Mr. Tanner.
- This is my wife, Mrs. Tanner. - Hello.
And these are the Tanner siblings, Brian, Lynn.
Hi.
Um, Hannah is here to pick up her dog.
Uh-oh.
Where is she?
Actually, we don't know where she is
just at the moment.
Oh, no. I have to sit down.
Oh, please.
You know, we did find your dog. I mean, Brian found your dog.
It's just that she seems to have...wandered off.
We just moved to this neighborhood
And Francesca is the only friend I have here.
Oh, Hannah. No, don't cry.
We'll help you find your dog.
And if we can't..
...I can think of a suitable replacement.
ALF.
Hold on, Willie.
I'm trying to find the right quotation
to express my regret.
This one seems apropos.
"To err is human."
You got rid of that dog, didn't you?
You're right. The buck stops here.
"Admiral John Poindexter, 1987."
Where is the dog, ALF?
I thought Brian was getting too attached
to the little mutt.
That's not for you to decide. I'm in charge here.
Oh, uh, "General Alexander Haig, 1981."
ALF, what have you done with the dog?
Hey, hey, don't worry.
I called that nice lady who said she was the owner.
She picked Alfina up last night.
Oh, ALF.
It was obvious to anyone
that woman never laid eyes on Alfina in her life!
Well, she sure had me fooled!
"Gary Hart, 1987."
[instrumental music]
[knock on door]
[growls]
Shut up, you mutt.
[knocking continues]
I'm coming! I'm coming.
Keep your pants on.
Oh, it's you.
Oh, I-I-I'm sorry, Mrs. Buttonwood
I-I hope I'm not disturbing you.
But it didn't bother you when you phoned at 4:00 this morning
Oh, that-that I-I-I am sorry.
Forget it. It gave me a chance to shave my legs.
Step inside, Tanner.
You're letting all the flies out.
(Willie) 'Hey-hey, hey.'
Alfina.
Hey, how you doing, girl?
You know, Mrs. Buttonwood, I-I-I'd really
I'd really like to have her back.
I'd like to be Christie Brinkley.
You learn to live with it.
But the dog's real owner came by today
and she, she would love to have her back.
She can have her back.
- Great. - For 500 bucks.
- Five hundred? - Bucks!
You have a hearing problem?
But the dog's real owner is-is a little girl.
And-and she misses her so much.
You know, she was crying in my living room.
Aw. Breaks your heart, doesn't it?
Five hundred bucks!
- Will you take a check? - Cash!
Cash.
You can't be too careful.
There's a lot of slime out there.
I hear you.
You know, I don't have $500 cash on me.
[knocking on door]
(male #1) 'Ethel! Open up!'
My ex-boyfriend, that is, if he ain't short of a dollar
and jealous to the bone.
Just a minute, honey.
I'm not dressed yet.
(male #1) 'Ethel! You got a man in there?'
Maybe there is!
You better get out of here while your face is still in the front.
But I..
I haven't done anything.
I'll give you a rain check.
[knocking continues]
Climb out that window.
Oh, that's silly!
[pounding on door]
- Is there a backdoor? - It's all boarded up.
Vince threw the mailman through it last week.
[knocking on door]
Oh, suddenly, that looks like quite a drop!
- Don't be a wuss. - Stop!
[thud]
[instrumental music]
Why did you give Alfina to that mean lady, ALF?
Look, B, like we said on Melmac
"If you love something set it free.
"If it comes back to you it is yours.
If it gets run over by a car you don't want it."
Thanks a lot, ALF.
Sorry.
Hey, hey, let's go shoot some hoops.
I'll get the peashooter
you see if the hoops are in their backyard.
I'm not playing with you anymore, ever!
[door opens]
Dad, where's Alfina?
I'm, I'm sorry, Brian.
I couldn't get her back.
Why not?
Well, apparently, Ms. Buttonwood only wanted the dog
so she could get $500 from the real owner.
It's all your fault, ALF!
He's right. I got us into this.
I'll get us out.
Willie, can I borrow $500?
I'll give it back to you next payday.
You don't have a job, ALF.
I meant your next payday.
You'll stay out of this.
You're in enough hot water!
So what's a little more?
Hey, mutt, move it or lose it.
[telephone ringing]
Never fails.
Sit down to a nice home-cooked meal and the phone rings.
I'm coming! I'm coming!
[ringing continues]
[whispers] Psst! Psst! Alfina.
Alfina. It's me, ALF.
I've come to rescue you.
(Ethel) 'Hey, dog.'
'You touch that TV dinner, you're cheese spread.'
Uh, we could throw water on her and watch her melt
but we're short on time.
[knocking on door]
Oh, great.
I need a doorman.
[knocking continues]
Hold your horses!
Hello, sweetheart.
Vince, I told you never to show
your jealous puss around here again.
Well, that's what I've come to tell you.
I'm not jealous anymore, twinkle toes.
I'm in group therapy with a bunch of Italian guys.
You did all that just for me, stud-muffin?
Stud-muffin?
But you only call me that when you wanna.. Oh-oh!
Shut up, and go get the mood music.
(Vince) 'The-the "LP" or the "45?"'
"The LP."
Alright!
[laughing]
[dramatic music]
Come on, pooch.
We don't wanna stick around for this.
[Ethel laughing]
[Vince laughing]
No. Some things are best left to the imagination.
Ewweee!
[instrumental music]
One last time. Okay, Francesca, speak.
[all cheering]
The dog is phenomenal.
I should tell my parents I found her.
Wave buh-bye, Francesca.
Phenomenal.
Goodbye, Hanna.
Goodbye, Francesca.
Hey, you can come play with us if you want to.
- Can I? - Oh, sure, honey. Have fun.
Let's go.
Oh, they look kinda look cute together, don't they?
I can't help it, I'm a mother.
She should wear flats.
You know, I am kinda proud of Brian though.
The way he was able to give up that dog without any fuss.
Yeah.
What about yours truly?
What about him?
Valiantly risking my life behind enemy lines
to reunite a girl and her dog where others had failed before?
Notably you, Wilheim.
We get the point, ALFheim.
Yes, yes.
This time..
...you did manage to do the right thing.
[whimpers]
[theme music]
[ALF screaming]