Ooh, this looks fun, let me try!
*Ahem!*
Jack Smith outwits Donald Trump by putting him on the stand and insinuating that he couldn't possibly be guilty, he’s simply not smart enough to commit high crimes. Donald, egotist supreme, is outraged at the insult, rebuffs that he does all sorts of crimes, and then proceeds to produce even more damning evidence, sealing his fate.
Elon Musk decides to build a MAGA-only city on Mars. It lasts until lunchtime, then devolves into Mad Max meets The Dukes of Hazzard with, for some truly baffling reason best left unexamined, more than a little of To Wong Foo mixed in.
People stop inventing bizarre problems and impossible solutions and begin focusing on what is real, what is solvable, and what is right in front of us, thereby preventing total human extinction.
It rains Gummi bears. Not all the time, and not everywhere, but every so often, you can fill a rain barrel with enough to give an elephant Type-2 diabetes.
Pat Robertson momentarily bursts out of his grave, screaming about “the hottest barbecue” he's ever attended. His mourners are horrified that Pat is in Hell, but then the zombie starts chuckling, “Gotcha!” before assuring everyone that, no, he's dead, and there's nothing after life, then returns to his grave to continue feeding worms and not being alive anymore.