Imagine their meeting beforehand:

You two go to the stadium and blow yourselves up.  We will slaughter people in restaurants.  The rest of you go to the concert to kill the dancers and the music lovers.  Now, let’s set a start time for the carnage and then we can adjourn.  God is . . .

great.

Let’s have our own meeting:

O.K. Organization Earth, here’s the plan.  We take on franchise ISIS with toys.    Super balls and Lego.  Silly putty and magic markers.  Kazoo’s and skateboards. Drop’em by the ton.

Frump Frumplers and Trump-Trumplers too, if the military can pull that off.  Bury them in Dr. Seuss ephemera.  Cover the whole place with seeds of happiness.  Let them sew some new pursuits.  Carpet bomb them with joy.  Shock-less at worst, not awful in the least.