"Hear me out! Sesame Street themed. Imagine you're dressed as Big Bird... Your guests are all sat on inflatable chairs-- the one you put in swimming pools! And as the bride slowly makes her way up the isle, the Jaws theme plays. Duhh duh. Duhhhh duhh-- and the cake is served in a trash can that is strolled around in a trolley. Your guests reach into the can and grab a handful of cake. It's GENIUS. And there's bouncy castles and stuff. Sand pits?"
Sigma furrowed his brow. Either Hammond was joking or his clients were of a very different demographic than the one he was currently trying to work with. Considering the date, Sigma elected to go with the former.
"Hold on," he interjected with a lifted finger. "This all sounds wonderful, but it seems to be missing something."
He tapped his finger to his bottom lip a mere two as he thought before rocketing it into the air.
"I've got it," he gasped. "I see not one method for us to go to the moon and enjoy our moon cheese with crackers in your planning."