I HAD THE COMPUTER TAKEN AWAY FROM ME UNTIL NOW THAT IS WHY I DID NOT UPDATE ON APRIL FIRST I APOLOGIZE FOR THE DELAY YOU GUYS I DID SOME MEAN PRANKS SO I HOPE THOSE ARE GOOD

I DON'T OWN NINJAGO


(Sam's POV)

I continued to stumble into walls and corners, but I didn't care. I was too absorbed in my book to pay that close attention, and as I passed by the boys' room, I heard a startled squawk.

"Help!" My blood turned cold, and I dropped my book. It landed on the floor with a thud. I kicked the closed door open, and was rewarded by the sight of Kai lying on the ground, twitching feebly. Blood pooled out of his abdomen, where a sword was sheathed in his stomach. Standing over him, a dagger in one hand, was Jay, a cruel grin plastered on his face. Chuckling, he turned transparent and vanished.

I threw myself onto the ground next to my dying boyfriend. I cradled his head in my lap, his neck arched over my left forearm, while tears dripped out of my eyes and landed on his cheeks. We didn't say anything, and then finally, his breathing stopped and his eyes closed. I choked out his name, and lowered my head so that our foreheads touched. I slid my right hand down his chest. I felt something pump faintly underneath my palm, and I lifted my head to stare at the place where my hand was. Realization sunk in, and I whipped my head around to glare fiercely at Kai.

His almond brown eyes were open, gleaming with arrogance, brimming with smugness, and shining with laughter. A sly, slightly demented cocky grin split his face into a 'D'.

"Gotcha," he said, unable to keep the smirk out of his voice.

"You jerk!" I yelled, backhanding him hard on the cheek. His shoulders shaking with silent laughter, he sat up. "You and Jay both!"

"Was it that bad?" Jay poked his head in, his grin as large as Kai's. I leaped up and streaked across the room, but he just dived to the right, chuckling.

"I will never forgive you two!" I yelled, storming out the room.

"April Fool's!" Jay and Kai hollered at me.

"I don't care!"


(Jordan's POV)

I shook both cans of shaving cream before taking the lids off, struggling to keep my laughter quiet. Biting my lip hard, I snuck into the game room and behind the couch. I peered over the back of it, and was rewarded by the sight of a comatose Josh. He was out cold, and I think I put too much sedative in his 7-Up, because his head was lying in a pool of slippery and slimy drool. He was snoring, which surprised me slightly, because I never knew that he snored. He never really struck me as someone who snored. At least he's not like a certain reckless hothead that I know…

I tipped my head back, raising the can of whipped cream that was in my left hand, and sprayed the white, fluffy cream into my mouth while with the can that was in my right hand, I was happily drawing a mustache on the unconscious Josh. Feeling like a daredevil, I inserted the nozzle of the can into each of his nostrils, so those were blocked with whipped cream, but he was breathing in and out through his wide open mouth, so I guess it didn't really matter (but it was still funny!).

I sprayed more cream on his forehead, and then a single drop on the tip of his nose. By this time I was starting to squeak with laughter, but as I continued to 'decorate' his face, I suddenly collapsed into hysterical laughter. I dropped both cans of whipped cream so I could wrap my arms around my abdomen. They landed on the floor, clanging together loudly.

"Wha's happenin'?" Josh slurred in a dazed, heavy voice. I suddenly tensed. Oh, shoot…

"What the…JORDAN!" he bellowed, springing off the couch. I scrambled to my feet so I could start running, but he flipped himself over the back of the couch, landing directly in front of me. His eyes blazed with anger, but I reached out, chuckling, and dragging my finger in his unibrow (courtesy of me).

"April first," I said cheerily, pushing him out of the way and then skipping out the door. There was a pause, and then…

"JORDAN LEE VALDEZ! YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW AND EXPLAIN YOURSELF!"


(Cole's POV)

"This is delicious!" someone exclaimed from the kitchen. Curious to see what was going on, I walked into the kitchen…well, more like running into that clingy clear plastic stuff that you put over cake. And speaking of cake…

"Why are you eating my cake?!" I shrieked at the top of my voice as I stared at the beautiful, frosting-decorated, moist slices on Kai's, Zane's, Jay's, Lloyd's, Jordan's, Sam's, Nya's, Emily's, Rachel's, and Jen's plates. They all looked at me, then down at their plates, then looked at each other, and then finally back to me.

"Oh, this was your cake?" Rachel asked, looking down at her plate again. At least she had the decency to at least admit she didn't know. Emily, on the other hand, stabbed her fork into the middle of her slice. She lifted her fork, and with it, the entire slice of cake. She knew she was torturing me, because she slowly took a huge bite out of it. I whimpered as I watched her chew.

"Delicious," she said, swiping her tongue around her lips. Her stormy blue-gray eyes sparkled in the bright sunlight, so they actually looked more blue than gray, but they still teased me!

"You guys are mean!" I wailed. I turned around, ready to storm out the door, when someone behind me coughed. I turned around, and in a brief second, I saw a smirk on Jen's face, and then something squishy and soft hit my face. It was rubbed in harder, and then it fell off, landing on the ground with a splat!

Frosting clung to my eyelashes and bangs, and it was smeared across my face.

"I hate you guys!" I shrieked. I turned around, walked into the Seraing wrap again, and then ran away, while everyone in the kitchen howled with laughter.


(Zane's POV)

I opened the box of macaroni and cheese, taking the packet that contained the cheese out and placing it on the counter. Next to it was a large sixteen-ounce glass that had nothing in it, a gallon of milk with the cap off, scissors, and a spoon.

I picked the scissors up and carefully snipped the top of the cheese packet off before turning it one hundred eighty degrees, squeezing it. The thick orange cheese started to slide out of the opening, and I made sure that none of it streaked the sides. Once I had emptied the entire packet into the glass, I poured the milk in, very careful. Once I had filled the cup with milk, I inserted the spoon and began to stir the cheese and the milk. After two minutes and twenty-seven seconds of stirring, I was holding in my hand a glass of 'orange juice.'

I walked around the Bounty, searching for one of my brothers.

"Hello, Lloyd," I said warmly, "I made you a glass of orange juice." I held it out to him, and he paused the video game that he was playing.

"Thanks, Zane! You're the best," he added, accepting the glass from me. His emerald green eyes sparkled, and he opened his mouth, leaning his head back. He lifted the glass to his mouth and began to happily drink the milky cheese.

His eyes suddenly went large, and he spat whatever he had drunk back into the glass. He stared at me, his upper lip coated in a thin layer of slightly orange milk.

"What the…Zane!" Lloyd shot to his feet, spilling his beverage. My eyebrows went up on my forehead, and I made myself look as innocent as a kitten that had been batting at its mother's tail.

"Did you think that I didn't have a sense of humor either?" I challenged him, turning on my heel and then I walked away from him.


(Nya's POV)

"You do know that he will kill us for doing this, right?" Cole asked me, even though he had already pulled his shirt over his head. He let it dropped to the ground, and he tossed it to the right with his foot.

"Oh, stop being such a wuss," I ordered him. He still looked nervous, but nonetheless he flopped down on the couch, one bushy eyebrow arched at me.

I dove into his muscular arms, and he pulled the blanket over us. Now, I was actually starting to think Cole was right about Jay killing us, but I didn't say anything as I adjusted my position to make it look like Cole and I were sleeping. No sooner had we just gotten situated then the door opened… Oh, crap…

"What the...what is going on here?" Jay roared. Cole's head shot up, and I blinked my eyes open, pretending to be sleepy.

The Blue Ninja's face was as red as Kai's ninja suit, and a vein in his neck throbbed.

"Uh, I think you were right, Cole," I mumbled.

"Ya think?" he squeaked. He scrambled away as Jay lunged forward, his deep sky blue eyes wild. I ducked under the sheet.

"Jay! It was a joke!" Cole yelled, managing to wrestle my actual boyfriend to the ground.

"Jay, I helped them." Emily lounged against the door, her arms crossed over her chest, and her right ankle crossed over her left. Her braid was draped over her right shoulder, and she looked amused.

"And besides," I added, throwing the blanket off me and standing up. "Emily here would be ticked if this wasn't a prank."

"Exactly," Cole said, standing up. Jay lay on the ground, not moving.

"Cole," I said, looking down at the unmoving blue-clad male, "I think you were right in that someone was going to die."


(Rachel's POV)

"Blah!" I rolled my eyes as I listened to Lloyd frantically brush his teeth. Apparently, Zane had mixed cheese and milk in a glass and then gave it to Lloyd, who had thought that it was orange juice. None of us knew that Zane had it in him to do something like that. On a normal basis, he only laughed at the jokes that contained general humor. Or was that just a cover-up…?

The light in the bathroom suddenly turned out, and Lloyd walked out. I crept forward a few paces before leaping onto his back. My legs clasped around his waist tightly while my hands covered his eyes.

Ambush!" he shrieked loudly. He suddenly fell backwards, landing directly on top of me.

"It's me!" I gasped as he writhed and twisted to get free. "It's your girlfriend, stupid!" He stopped his violent wriggling.

"Rachel?" he repeated in a voice that reminded me of an eight-year-old boy. I removed my hands from his eyes, and he magically managed to turn onto his stomach. His hands rested on the floor by either side of my head.

"Wow, you sure are jumpy," I said, reaching up and brushing his honey blond bangs out of his eyes.

"Shuddup…"


(Cole's POV)

I wandered into the kitchen, planning on getting a bowl of cereal. I had gotten the box, my bowl, and my spoon out, and now I was going to the fridge. I opened it, and a started yell escaped my mouth as Pythor sprang out of it, leaping onto me.

"Help! Pythor's back!" I wailed as I fell to the ground. His huge, ugly light purple eyes glared down at me, his tail wrapped around my left leg. Then I realized that he wasn't attacking me…at least, anymore than he already did. Loud snorts of laughter came from the door. I turned my head so that I looked up, and Emily's face hovered above mine, a smirk on her lips.

"Do you know exactly how cute you look when you're scared?" Was all she said.


So, yeah. I think the first prank was mean, but that's just my opinion. Also, I absolutely hate the very thought of Cole and Nya being a couple. So why did I do that one? To embarrass them. I had that one planned for a while, too...

Some (okay, well maybe a lot) of the pranks were just random, but hey.

So, tell me what you thought was the funniest prank and the meanest prank in the reviews. And I'm considering about skipping May first, because I never really got the concept of that. Or, maybe I could just do a random one-shot that literately has nothing that deals with May Day, and just publish it on that specific day...

Eh, anyways...so, yeah...May first is hanging in the balance.

Until next time, guys! :D