Frankie Sinatro, P.I. S1 – Ep 4: "The Case of the Missing Midnight Snack "

Marites Cervantes
Nov 9, 2025
2 min read

Updated: Jan 4

Welcome to Monday Mystery Blog with Frankie Sinatro, P.I.

🕵️‍♂️The coffee’s brewing, the night is quiet, and somewhere in the Smart household… mischief is afoot. Each Monday, our favorite feline detective invites you to tag along on another whisker-tingling case — where clues hide in the shadows, and justice is always served (with a side of tuna).

Previously on Frankie Sinatro, P.I.:

The red-yarn case was tied up neat, but a detective’s whiskers never rest. Especially when the night smells like tuna … and trouble.

🕯️ Season 1: Ep4

The clock struck midnight. The house was quiet — too quiet.

Then clink … shuffle … creak.

I slipped from my windowsill, trench coat brushing tile, magnifying glass swinging from my paw. The fridge light spilled across the kitchen floor like a guilty confession.

Cookie crumbs. Pawprints. A trail of tuna flakes. The pantry had been raided.

Mr. Smart appeared first, robe half-tied, hair pointing in twelve directions. “Frankie? You see this?”

Mrs. Smart followed, hugging her robe. “Don’t tell me you ate my leftovers again.”

He frowned. “I thought you did!”

I tapped my magnifying glass against the counter. “Easy, humans. This isn’t hunger — it’s larceny.”

From the hallway, Deano Martini sauntered in, orange fur glowing in the fridge light. “Maybe it was destiny,” he purred.

“Destiny doesn’t leave gravy prints,” I said.

Oreo flicked his tail dramatically. “I saw eyes under the table — glowing ones!”

Billie yawned. “Probably the wind.”

“The wind,” I replied, “doesn’t steal cookies.”

I crouched low. Flour dust. A single orange hair. Muddy pawprints leading to the cat door — the one the Smarts installed when I first joined the family. Figures. My personal entryway had become a criminal’s getaway tunnel.

And lately I’d noticed Ricky the Rascal, the neighborhood raccoon, watching me come and go. Too interested. Too quiet. Like he was learning the schedule.

Then — thump! on the window. Two glowing eyes stared back.

Ricky. Caught red-pawed with a cookie crumb on his mask.

“Busted,” I murmured.

He froze, squeaked, and bolted into the night. Case closed.

Mr. Smart sighed. “That raccoon again" Mrs. Smart shook her head. “We’re locking that cat door tomorrow.”

Mr. Smart chuckled, leaning on the counter. “Y’know,” he said, “they call raccoons bandits for a reason — they look like they’re wearing a mask, and they steal just like one.”

As the fridge light faded, I adjusted my coat and gave Deano a look. “Good work, detective,” he said.

“Comes with the whiskers,” I replied. “But next time, I’m checking the tuna first.”

“Justice was served … cold. Just like the leftovers.”

🐾 Closing Note

Thanks for joining Frankie this week on another Monday Mystery. Keep your paws crossed — next Monday brings a case straight from the heart: Episode 5 – The Case of the Brave Heart 💛