How can I not laugh?

I will confess to laughing at the Munimiji (ruling warrior guys) just now.
Yes, I know, that’s probably really bad, but I can’t help it.
They’re flowing by our fence, asking us if we’re going to the rainmaker’s garden. Well, why aren’t we going? Do we think it’s bad? (Clearly trying to start a fight.) Give them chai. Give them chai now. We have to give them things because we didn’t go to the garden. We’re so bad. If we don’t go, the rain won’t come and we’ll be in so much trouble.
But the thing is, the thunder is rumbling and the storm clouds are swirling and—duh—the rain is coming, NOW.
How can I not laugh?
The problem is, little Francis and Franco and Paula are outside, also laughing.
Even the little kids are making fun of them.
That’s so bad.
Oh, Lord, forgive my laughter…