Community Service has a different meaning here in England...

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If you burgle my house in the middle of the night, remove my belongings, and the police find you, (which normally is very unlikely), you appear before the Magistrate, who has the choice of sending you to prison, therefore putting you in a two-man cell with a very large African gentleman, a bucket in the corner for your ablutions, and feeding you once a day on watery porridge....

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OR...
The alternative is, the Magistrate, whilst smiling lovingly at you, will give you COMMUNITY SERVICE, which means you live at home, and get taken out during the day, after a nice egg and bacon breakfast, to cut the grass and plant pretty flowers on roundabouts...
You also go home every night to Mums nice cooking, and get into your cosy, warm bed and cuddle your teddy bear...

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Sometimes the authorities affix a cool little tag to your ankle which emits a radio signal to the authorities to let them know exactly where you are, (a bit like radar), with which you can impress all your mates....

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Cheers...
Paul.
(England).
P.S. ...by the way, the villain has a very nice time, thank you very much, and the victims very rarely get their property returned...

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So much for Community Service...!