It was a crisp autumn afternoon in Florence when Officer Orlando Zoppetti, the city's most well-meaning but clumsy policeman, found himself in yet another predicament. As he hurried across the bustling Piazza della Signoria, his shoe somehow caught on a loose cobblestone. Arms flailing, he stumbled forward—right into a café’s outdoor seating area.

With an unfortunate crash, he knocked over a table, sending a cappuccino flying straight into the lap of a woman who had been quietly reading a book. She gasped, startled, as the warm coffee splattered across her skirt.

"Oh no! I—I am terribly sorry!" Orlando stammered, scrambling to grab a napkin but only succeeding in knocking over the sugar dispenser. "I was just—uh—conducting an investigation! Yes! Very important police business!"