The American Aurors sighed in relief. The Statue of Liberty had been put back just in time for its opening and nobody noticed that anything was amiss. That was the fifteenth time some idiot foreigner had stolen the thing. The running tally for American wizards was a more impressive thirty-six (at one point they found it being used as a birdbath in South Dakota). They counted themselves rather fortunate that no-one had yet taken a leaf from that muggle film and taken it for a joyride around the city as the paperwork that would need to be filled out after the mass obliviations after such an incident would probably reach the moon.

Across the pond, several British Aurors growled in frustration as they looked at the empty spot that had recently housed Big Ben. Bloody tourists, they had absolutely no consideration for others (like the poor S.O.B.s who would have to fill out miles of paperwork regarding this incident). If it wasn't Big Ben it was the Tower of London. Why couldn't they nick something less noticeable, like the Sherlock Holmes museum?

The French Auror somehow managed to literally turn the air blue with his swearing when he noticed the Eiffel tower was gone yet again. They had spent nearly a month tracking it down the last time it was stolen, and had only managed to put it back last week. Heads were going to roll (figuratively speaking).

The Egyptian Auror sighed as he filled out his report on the latest idiot to try stealing the Pyramids. The moron didn't take the fact that the ancients had put spells in place to prevent such an occurrence into consideration when he made his attempt. He had been transferred to St. Mungo's where he was getting his head and his backside put back in their proper positions. The ancients apparently had a rather crude sense of humor.

The Australian Auror goggled in disbelief as he yet again stared at the display before him. The amount of magic it took to shrink the entire Great Barrier Reef down to a size that fit in a fishtank boggled the mind. It was a pity the former Lord Voldemort was dead, he would have liked to ask him how he did it.

As all of this was going on, Muggles wandered the globe taking in the sights blissfully unaware of the fact that the famous landmarks they came to visit had a habit of wandering off (often in the cloak pocket of a wizard).