The B.A.N.G. Gang — ACT 4: Scene 1
[Enter MRS. PARKER}: How dare you ring the bell in such an insolent manner?
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
GERSHON: Do you remember those scary bulls? I still get the chills thinking about them.
NOSSON: You bet! And what about the boating disaster? Good thing it happened in a shallow pond and not a deep lake….
BORUCH: Hah! We’ve had some adventures, alright!
ARON: Hey, nobody mentioned the bike fiasco, when my bike accidentally crashed into the living room.
[the boys chuckle]
GERSHON: [looking thoughtful] I guess life’s a lot more predictable now. But you know, in a way, I miss the fun. Why don’t we make some kinda B.A.N.G. Gang plans for after school?
ARON: Are you kidding? After school? All I want to do after school is sink into my favourite couch.
GERSHON: I didn’t mean right away. We could all go home, have something to eat and chill. Then we could meet up again.
ARON: Count me out. The only thing I want to meet up with after school is a bag of potato chips.
NOSSON: You know, I really think Gershon might be onto something.
BORUCH: Yeah, I agree. And I even have an idea for a mitzvah mission we can do. I have an elderly neighbor called Mrs. Parker who’s housebound — we could help her with her grocery shopping.
NOSSON: Let’s give it a try, huh?
GERSHON: Yup!
BORUCH: What about you, Aron? You in?
NOSSON: Yeah, c’mon, Aron! After all, we’re the B.A.N.G. Gang — a.k.a. the Boruch Aron Nosson Gershon Gang. We can’t leave you out. What would we call ourselves — the B.N.G. Gang? We need you, ARON.
ARON: I dunno — when am I gonna relax?
GERSHON: After we’re back. Think how much better those potato chips will taste, knowing you carried out a mitzvah mission!
ARON: Well— maybe— perhaps—
[the other boys erupt in cheers]
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