A (not so) far away land

There is a land, not so far away, that you don't need a passport to visit. You don't need air miles, or even an overnight bag to visit. Where is this exotic and foreign place?
I'll give you a tiny hint. The most prolific wild animal is the tame dust bunny. It shares its natural home with wheat bread and hamburger buns.
The land I'm referring to is the land of confiscated toys. My little piece of paradise happens to be found on the top of my Whirlpool refrigerator. Sometimes, in other places, this land can be found in drawers and closets. Remember, this magical place can be found in ANY home with children.
When I was a child, our land of confiscated toys was in my parent’s closet. Sometimes our Atari or later our Nintendo would disappear into it's depths for weeks at a time.
There are several toys in the land at the moment. They tend to fall into three categories. The first, and most important, are toys that are incredibly annoying to parental units. These toys are hidden in the hopes that the child will forget it ever existed. The second category is toy that your child has been grounded from. For example, my son likes to throw his trains across the room when he gets frustrated. Therefore, I have at times three complete trains on top of my refrigerator. Engine, freight cars, and caboose, it's all up there! It is a very colorful addition to my black appliance.
The third is possibility dangerous small toys that you child might grow into at a later date. As soon as my son opens a package, this mean mom is quickly hiding all the small accessories that come with it. Right now, I have several happy meal toys that are not quite appropriate for two years olds up there.
What's in your land of confiscated toys? Keep in mind you can also apply this theory to pets and clueless spouses!