Prank War: Ambushed

A few weeks ago, Ali and Rebekah and I had gotten together to hang out.  It was pretty late at night, but it was warm outside... probably seventy degrees.  We debated watching an action movie or making a video, but then we decided to call up some friends to play cops and robbers in the park.  Last summer, we went out nearly every night, playing all sorts of games.  We'd run through sprinklers, take pictures, go star tipping, and roast marshmallows over campfires.  Those are some of the best summer memories of my life.  One of these nights was what we were aiming for.  Fun.  Laughter.  Amazing memories.
We weren't sure if we should leave Rebekah's house because it was Caleb's turn to prank us and it WAS a weekend, which is usually pranking time.  "Hey," I said after a moment of thought, "let's just invite Caleb to play cops and robbers with us.  It's better to have the enemy close by so we can keep an eye on him."  We called Caleb and agreed to meet at the park at eleven.
As we put on our all-black outfits (to blend in with the darkness) and running shoes, we briefly discussed bringing along some super soakers, just in case Caleb was planning to ambush us.  "Nah," everyone finally agreed.  Caleb wouldn't try to prank us.  Surely night.  On a game night, there are never pranks.  It's practically an unspoken law... or so we thought.
As we piled into my car and drove to the park, I began to feel a little uneasy.  We began to walk the long trek from the road to the playground, making out the two silhouettes of Caleb and our mutual friend Joel.  They sat quietly on a picnic table, waiting for us.  When we came nearer, perhaps twenty yards away from the shadowy playground, multiple forms lunged from the darkness, headed straight towards us.  Rebekah, Ali, and I shrieked and tried to run from the group, but there were too many.
We had been ambushed.
They were holding cans and fist-fulls of shaving cream.  Since Rebekah had knee surgery over Christmas, she couldn't run very well, so she was soon covered in shaving cream.  I was sprayed too, but I headed for my car because I knew it was the next target.  I managed to speed away before it was TOO covered with shaving cream.  I attempted to drive by a few times to try to get Rebekah and Ali to leap in, but they were too far away.  They were drenched in shaving cream already anyways.  There was no point in running.  All that was left was to fight back.
I parked my car in a hidden spot and walked back to the park.  I laughed when I realized that the prank had become a prank on EVERYONE.  Even the prankers were absolutely covered in shaving cream.  Everyone had turned on each other.
The moments after that were filled with hysterical laughter and fun.  After fifteen minutes, we all ahd shaving cream on our faces and clothes and hair.  But it was wonderfully fun.
We piled into the back of a friend's truck and drove to Rebekah's house, where we all washed off the shaving cream with wet towels and then hosed off my car.  Another funny thing was that their truck soon was covered in shaving cream, perhaps even more than my "pranked" car was.  Their prank had somewhat backfired on them, but not necessarily in a disappointing way.  By the end of the night, huge smiles decorated all of our faces.
And you know, even though Rebekah, Ali, and I were the ones who were ambushed, we still had a blast.  I have to give kudos to Caleb.  It was a great prank.  He "got" us, yes, but we all managed to make wonderful memories in the process.  We had an amazingly fun summer night before summer even truly began.
So there's one point for Caleb.
At first, Rebekah, Ali, and I were concerned that Caleb was winning.  After all, he's gotten us twice now.  But no worries.  We did a tally and happily discovered that we're still in the lead.
And it's our turn to prank next.