"Look here, guys, I can definitely feel something metallic! We’re gonna be rich. Here it comes!"

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

The B.A.N.G. Gang is in the park with their metal detector, hoping to find buried treasure, when Gershon suddenly stops short in dismay.

BORUCH: What’s up?

GERSHON: The detector is supposed to beep when it detects metal — but I just realized it doesn’t have batteries.

ARON: [shrugging] Let’s give up and go home. There’s a giant bag of potato chips there calling my name…

NOSSON: Give up? Go home? We’re the B.A.N.G. Gang! We do not “give up”!

GERSHON: [approvingly] That’s the spirit! But where will we get batteries from?

BORUCH: One of us can run home. It’s not that far.

ARON: Count me out. I’m not running anywhere.

NOSSON: I’ll go, no problem. See ya, guys!

[He runs off. Aron parks himself on a bench and drifts off to sleep.]

GERSHON: Let’s do a practice run, without batteries, just to get a feel for it.

BORUCH: Yeah, good idea.

[Gershon swings the detector over the ground. Suddenly, there is a loud bellow. Gershon and Boruch look up and freeze. A big, burly park ranger is advancing on them threateningly.]

[Enter] PARK RANGER: What are you boys up to?

GERSHON: [nervously] Um — nothing. We just wanted to do some metal detecting.

PARK RANGER: Oho! Not in this particular park, you don’t! It’s strictly prohibited!

BORUCH: Sorry, we had no idea.

GERSHON: Yeah, we didn’t see any signs or anything.

BORUCH: [in a conciliatory tone] We’ll definitely go elsewhere now that we know. Um — can you suggest where?