Walked out of the pub with my girlfriend, her moped ( step-thru chicken chaser) was missing, moment of sheer panic, I then spotted a group of local yoofs hiding around the corner giggling, I was just about to give chase when the gf spotted her moped - it was on the top of the flat roof above the gents bogs on its stand. Luckily I was able to get the assistance of a couple of burly blokes out of the bar to help get it down, no damage. The local yoofs booed. Foot note: One of the blokes who helped us recognised one of the yoofs, next time we were in that pub someone anonymously brought us a round of drinks as way of apology and passed on an assurance that our bikes were now safe from any type of interference.