In the headquarters of the revolution, a clock ticks.
“We got the votes. We have authority to act,” says the leader, gripping her high-powered imported rifle. “Our time is now!”
Five-minutes to midday.
“Let’s go!” cries the leader, racing out the door.
Her followers cheer.
But as soon as she steps outside, she’s confronted by the enemy.
Lifting her gun, she fires.
Water arcs across the courtyard, hitting a clown in the face.
With dismay, she looks at her gun. “What’s going on?”
The cheering has turned to laughter.
The clown dances closer and stage whispers, “April fool!”