All the Colors of a Party

What you don't see are the people turning the crank on the ice cream churn, and the others who are setting fire to the meat.  You also don't see the birthday boy, who is 24, oops, I mean 42. Those cheetos are pretty dominant; nothing else in the universe is that color.  That fluorescent orange powder should be snuck into bundles of stolen money instead of whatever wimpy dye they use now; as soon as the thief opened the bag he would be covered with indelible cheese dust and be branded as the bank robber: case closed.