The main suspect: Rufus, a.k.a The Woofenheimer
Let's set the scene, shall we?
First, he waits until I'm distracted, which rarely happens.
Ooh, something shiny!
Then, he moves in on the toy. Slowly but surely, he stalks his prey.
Wow, look what I found! Eh, it's just a baby toy though.
Then he pretends to remove the "dangerous" item for my protection. Riiiight.
I'm just gonna move this over here, out of the way. It'll be all right, Nick. I'll save you!
Then, when no one is looking, the love affair begins.
Where have you been all my life?
Oh crap! Here comes the pipsqueak again.
Mooooooooooom! Rufus stole my toy!
And therefore, ladies and gentlemen, I rest my case.
You can't prove anything, runt. And I refuse to be ashamed of my forbidden love.