Uncle-Buck rolls up to the nearest street corner in his Mercury Marquis Brougham.  He throws it in park and a huge cloud of black smoke explodes out of the back of the car as he gets out of the car and plants his cigar in the side of his mouth.  He pulls on his fedora and his trench coat as he sits down on a bench. It bows, but it doesn't break.

As if he had something to say everyone just magically gathered around.  He laughed as he opened his can of beer and took a swig.

"Hi All.  Fuck having a real job.  I came here for the life of crime so I can slack and go to more horse races.  I know I'm just a fat weasly thug but I thought I'd take the time to offer myself an introduction for those of you who are so inclined to take a peak here.  My name's Buck.  I have nieces and nephews who I take care of when my sister-in-law's dad has a heart attack.  I guess that makes me an uncle.  So Uncle Buck it is.  Nice to mole you.....errrrr.....meet you."

Buck scratches at the side of his face instinctively.

"Now I got all these little shits to take care of.  A real job is for losers, and I'm no really interested in working too hard - so if you could all just throw a little cash so I can buy some hot dogs for Miles and Maizy, it'd be appreciated!  Now should you need to find me, I'll be over at MarkHanna 's HQ in New York drinking beers and gambling."

Buck nods.  He gets up and waddles back into his Mercury.  He starts it up and it backfires on some poor fucker behind him as he drives off back to Manhatten.