I hear 
Giggles,
Laughter,
Snickers.
A hushed voice whispers from afar:
"We need to hide, hurry".
I ask:
"Why?"
"Chaos will follow us!"
Lost in this madness.
A cold hand appears out of nowhere,
Grabs me,
Dragging me to an unknown place.
The cold hand continues to hold on to me.
We begin to run, 
And run in this never-ending maze.
But we weren't fast enough.
They caught us with their traps,
A trap full of slime,
Gluing us to the ground.
Little children popping out from their hide out, 
Shouting:
"April fools!"
With laughter, and giggles, 
We joined them too~