...Why replace the scissors when rock is clearly the weakest link? How does applesauce beat rock or paper? More importantly, what happened to these children that would even make them assosciate applesauce with rocks or paper? How do you even make an "applesauce" gesture with just your hand? Why play rock-paper-scissors applesauce at the swimming pool instead of the dozens of pool-specific games already available? How do you fit a three-syllable word like /ˌap.ple'sauce/ into the one/two/two-syllable cadence of /ˌrockˌpa.per.'scis.sors/? Is it an inside joke? A warning of "don't play with scissors" taken too far? Have they independently developed the game of rock-paper-scissors from first principles and simply didn't consider scissors as a mechanic? Are they in a scissor-based cult and trying not to speak their Lord's name in vain? Why at the swimming pool?
I, too, am amused by these questions. That said, this is going to haunt me.
I always laugh when I vacuum because my one dog tries to fight the vacuum and bite it just to be funny, and the other elderly dog wakes up from his nap and decides to get under my feet as much as possible every time.
I walked past my cat and wanted to pet her, but I knew she'd run if I bent over. So naturally I stuck my foot in her face instead. She went "Mweeeeee!!!" in response. Which isn't that funny now that I write it out, but I assure you it was a very funny noise.
I'm known for cosplay around here, and an acquaintance who almost never speaks to me came to me asking for help cosplaying. He's colorblind and needed help with costume pieces because he was insecure about the possibility of getting the colors wrong. He was also in an attempted Dr. Eggman cosplay when he showed up, and the thought of a recolored Dr. Eggman walking across town to ask me a cosplay question made me giggle, though I didn't say anything except to use the joke "I will show you da wae".