[the Tanners and the Ochmoneks are in the plane going home thanks to ALF for kicking them out of the hotel] Trevor: I tell you Tanner, I thought only rockstars got kicked out of hotels. Willie: Yeah, I can't imagine what causes that toast to the short circuit. But I'm gonna find out. Trevor: Sure stunk up the place. Smelt the burnt fish all the way to the lobby. By the way, how's that smell back in the cargo section? Kate: I for one miss the pigs. Trevor: I'm sorry I meant the host down to Jackals. Hey Raquel, I feel a little woozy. Get me a broom will ya? Raquel: I warned you about that shellfish Trevor. Trevor: Just get it, alright? Raquel: I'll get it in a second! I have to put oil on my shoulders that hotel ought to warn their guests about the sun. [she head to the bathroom] Willie: [sits down next to Kate] Quite possibly the worst weekend of our entire lives. ALF: [pops up] You haven't stopped complaining since I burned down that room! Willie: You, back with the jackals. ALF: They're hyenas. And I don't like them. Willie: They're jackals. ALF: But why are they laughing at? [he hides away] Trevor: Lieutenant McIntosh? Give me the coordinates. We're almost over enemy territory. Willie: What enemy territory? Trevor: What enemy territory? What do you think that is the Mississippi River? Those are the bridges at Toko-ri. Willie: Trevor. Snap out of it, Trevor, the war's over! the trip of the war is over Trevor: Boy, I did overdo the shellfish. Kate: Willie? Willie, what's wrong? Willie: I'm not sure. Trevor, how serious is this allergy? Trevor: It's nothing. Listen, would you switch on the autopilot? Willie: Where is it? Trevor: It's right down there. Thanks. [he gets up] I'm gonna get up move around a little stretch for a minute so I don't pass out. [he passes out when he develops an allergic reaction with shellfish and starts acting loopy] Kate: Trevor! Trevor! Trevor, say something! Trevor: [acting loopy] Oh good, the USO. Brian: Is he okay? Lynn: Oh my gosh, what are we gonna do? Who's gonna fly the plane? Brian: Dad, you fly it. Willie: Now, relax everybody. NOBODY is gonna fly this plane! Lynn: Uh, dad. [points down] ALF: [comes out] I'll fly it! Willie: You! ALF: We have an emergency! I'm the logical choice. Oh, by the way, you were right. They're not hyenas but they are laughing! Brian: ALF can fly a plane? Willie: Oh, he can't even work the toaster. Kate: Well, he did fly a spaceship. ALF: Yeah, how different can it be? What does this do? [he speeds up the plane that makes it go faster] I see. Raquel: [offscreen] TREVOR! STOP FOOLING AROUND! Kate: Oh my gosh! Raquel! Raquel: This door is stuck, somebody help me! Kate: Oh, oh, oh, she'll see ALF. Help me block the door. Help is on the way, Raquel! Brian, sit down fasten your seat belt. Raquel: WHAT'S BLOCKING THE DOOR? Lynn: [while blocking the door] A hyena. Kate: Well, did you figure it out? Can you fly it? ALF: [while flying a plane] I think so! I need to see an owner's manual! Willie: There's not an owner's manual! ALF: Then, I can't fly it! Willie: The laws of aerodynamics are the same everywhere in the universe ALF: Yeah, that's right. What are they? Willie: We're heading straight for that mountain! ALF! ALF! Do something! Quick! ALF: Alright, alright! Easy, easy. Up, up, up, and over! Yeah! This flying's a piece of cake! Kate: Oh, a piece of cake? That was a piece of luck. ALF: Luck! [laughs] Check this out! [he makes a turn as Willie and Kate turn down]

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