The B.A.N.G Gang — ACT 3: SCENE 5
"Do you guys realize there’s only two weeks left to vacation? We need to think of our next venture!"
Characters:
- 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
[A squeaky child’s voice is heard on the line]: Hello? Hello? [starts singing off tune]: The wheels on the bus go round and round...
NOSSON: Hey, Kayla, hang up now! I’m on the phone with my friends.
KAYLA: [miffed] You don’t hafta shout. I thought it was my friend callin’ ‘bout something ‘portant.
NOSSON: Well, it jolly well wasn’t. Now scram.
[background screech] Mummeeeeeeeee....
NOSSON: Honestly! Sisters...
BORUCH [feelingly]: You’re telling me...
GERSHON: Can we change the subject? We have more important things to talk about. Like, d’you guys realize there’s only two weeks left to vacation? We need to think of our next venture! Any ideas?
[There is a pause as they mull things over]
ARON: I’ve got an idea!
BORUCH: What, the usual one about going from pantry to couch?
ARON: Nah, you got it wrong. It’s first couch, and then pantry.
[A collective groan is heard]
GERSHON: I wish we could go hot air ballooning, but it costs a pretty penny.
BORUCH: Yeah, same with helicopter rides.
NOSSON: Wish I could buy an electric scooter – I’d let you all have turns, of course. I’ve got my eye on one, but it cost hundreds of dollars.
ARON: Bottom line, we don’t have money for anything interesting. So let’s stay home and eat potato chips! It’s cheap and cheerful – not to mention relaaaaaaxing.
GERSHON: Nope. I vote we find a way earn some money instead.
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