The Bang Gang — Act 5: Scene 2
"Dobra Baila could definitely splash paint around on a bit of paper. But do you really think anyone’s gonna pay money for the daubings of a kid?"
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 have abandoned their dreams of writing a best seller to raise funds for the school’s new heating system, after their budding masterpiece is mistakenly deleted. They walk home from school, trying to think of another idea.
NOSSON: [shivering] Oh my, it’s cold!
ARON: [pointing to his bulging outerwear] I know. I’ve got three extra sweaters on today.
GERSHON: Do you guys realize we’re gonna get even colder if we don’t come up with some money for the school’s new heating system?
BORUCH: Yeah, but what can we do? Our writing project flopped.
ARON: Hey, I’ve got a great idea!
BORUCH: Yeah, yeah. Everybody should sit on the couch eating potato chips.
ARON: No, listen, you’re gonna love this. You know that weird modern-art picture we studied in art class? The teacher said it sold for millions. Let’s create some modern art!
GERSHON: But aren’t you’re always saying you wanna relax after school, and not do extra projects?
ARON: Yeah, but this one’s a cinch. You saw the picture Mr. Marks showed us — it looked like a bunch of random splotches. Any kid could do it. Gershon, how about getting that little sister of yours to step in? We could just sit pretty and rake it in — for the school’s fund, of course. Plenty of time for relaxing on the couch afterward, ha ha.
GERSHON: Hmm. You might be onto something. Dobra Baila could definitely splash paint around on a bit of paper. But do you really think anyone’s gonna pay money for the daubings of a kid?
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