Mike Vs. Mike:

the coverup

I thought it to be blatantly clear. I must confess. I knew the wierd one [Uncle Shitpie] was going to Rockville through an anonymous tip. I sent Frankie, my personal hitman to follow him. The plan was to torch Mike's rear-end s all of us would be spared his silly little stories.

Unfortunately, Frankie's car broke down when on the 495 ramp, thereby missing his chance. While attempting to fix his car, he spotted the car, ducked behind his own and waited. Unfortunately for me, Frankie is a moron and stayed in hiding, forgetting that 495 is a major thoroughfare.

Frankie is now somewhere beneath the Meadowlands. Better luck next time.