Alf (sort for Alfred EYEnstein) is a reversed merman. From the waist up he is a giant slimy green fish that smells of sardines and from the waist down he has a pair of 40 year old men's legs that are extremely hairy wearing nothing but a pear of board shorts. Alf is a failed creation of the evil toy maker named mr moneybags. One day Alf escaped from moneybag's lair and is now on the run because mr moneybags has sent out another one of his creations a biker gang made up of anthropomorphized cat people equipped with shotguns. Will Alf come out alive? I don't know.

*ding dong* "welcome to quick mart may I hel-" Alf flops threw the sliding doors slamming into the checkout counter spilling candy onto the floor. "Can I help you sir?" Asks the register clerk. Alf makes some kind of screeching gargle noise, gets up, and starts to run in between the isles looking for something. Suddenly he sees what he needs... peanut butter. Making the gargle noise again he rams into the shelf and it starts to rock back in forth. The cashier starts walking over to alf "sir I'm going to ask you not to do that. Alf rams the self again toppling it. The self slams agents the one by behind and so on as each shelf falls one by one like dominoes. Alf throws himself onto the shelf and flops around grabbing and opening a jar of peanut butter with his slimy lips. He throws the open jar into the air and let's it land into his mouth swallowing it in one gulp. The rumbling of motorcycles can be heard outside along with laughter coupled with hissing. Alf gearing the noise Alf quickly downs another jar of peanut butter and runs out peanut butter still on his face as he jumps out the window breaking it over the intercom blares "cleanup on isle umm... everywhere".