The Bang Gang: Scene 2, Act 3
The B.A.N.G. Gang’s bookbinding venture flopped, achieving nothing but some badly dented books
ARON, a slow-moving fellow who likes to take life easy
BORUCH, trying to cope with a big sister who always knows better
NOSSON, clever and articulate, often talks in italics to make a point
GERSHON, creative and quick to think of new ideas
BORUCH: Okay, sis, I heard you. We should’ve checked out what awl means…. Yeah, yeah, and we should’ve read the instructions properly before we started…. Look, the other boys are waiting for me. Gotta go.
BIG SISTER: [muttering under her breath] Sure hope you guys don’t do anything dumb this time.
BORUCH: [dials in to the teleconference] Hey, guys.
GERSHON: At last! What happened to you?
BORUCH: Don’t ask. Big Sister was lecturing me about the bookbinding….
NOSSON: [feelingly] Ouch. Not fun.
GERSHON: Wait, where’s Aron? Are you there?
[Huffing and puffing sounds are heard. Aron comes on the line, sounding breathless] Hi!
GERSHON: Hey, what’s up? You okay, Aron?
ARON: Whew! Just been chased off the couch by our new cleaning lady so she can polish it. Honestly, can’t a guy get some peace around here? First my mother’s on my case about going biking, and now Gloria’s on my case!
BORUCH: Well, what’s wrong with biking? It’s healthy, fun—
ARON: Stop it; I don’t wanna hear. As far as I’m concerned, I get enough exercise going from couch to pantry. And besides [smirks] — my bike has a flat tire, and my big brother who usually fixes it is busy, so forget it.
GERSHON: Hey, you’ve just given me an idea for our next B.A.N.G. Gang skill!
[A rather unenthusiastic silence greets his words.]
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